I Should Get Laid (Too)

Waking up wasn't a gentle experience. My throat screamed for water and my stomach was cramped and sick feeling. Coughing around my cotton mouth, I try to squeeze my eyes against the dizziness. Keening, I turn over and notice some unusual weight on my arm and the slight draft against an exposed back.

Slotting my eyes open I look down and see my body completely nude and-looking up-I see thick rope knotted around my wrists attached to a strange machine. They're slack but I can't pull my arms further down than my shoulder. I close my eyes again and try to calm my hyperventilating, breathing through my nose. I open them and see that nothing has changed. Still naked and spread eagle on a hard table. This was somewhat unexpected but it probably shouldn't be. My panic bubbled up and I embraced it. Screaming, I start jerking at the ropes cutting into my flesh.

"Whoa baby. Calm dooown before ya start bleedin'. That's mah job."

I start and strain around, trying to find the hillbilly asshole responsible for this. He just wants to make me hurt and bleed, I assured myself. He's keeping me scared to get more enjoyment out of it.

"Now honey, ahm gonna explain the rules of this game tah ya and it's yer job to pay attention. Got it?"

I start to shake as his exaggerated accent croons over me.

"What's your name?"

I can't believe I didn't ask for it earlier. He pauses and I strain forward a bit.

"Ah'll tell ya if you can get passed round one without screamin' Moria. Now tell me you understand."

I quake and I don't know if it's because he knows my name or if it's the way he says it. I nod and immediately the dark room is lit by a giant old TV to show David tied to a chair and yelling, palms flat against the table in front of him. A single paper is on the opposite side.

"Don' you worry yer pretty little head sweet cheeks. Ahm not gonna hurt cha. Badly. But I might hurt him."

I watch in fascination as the entire wall behind David starts to light up, pieces of a puzzle until the wall of TVs and monitors show the complete image of me tied up and naked. Flushing from chest to forehead I try to curl up and hide my nudity.

"Ohh weee! Wouldja lookit that! Yer a star baby, show us yer tits."

Sobbing, I turn away from where the cameras are until I felt a tug on my arms laying me flush against the table.

"Don' be shy girly. There are some mighty fine tits, it'd be a shame to cover em."

He giggles and claps his hands over the speakers.

"Now Ah promised rules to y'all and here they are. We're gonna play a trivia game and you, David, are the lucky bastard tha's gonna test it out. Eeeevery question you get wrong means those there ropes keeping our cute little piggy down tightens. You evah see medieval limb stretchers? Well this doesn't stop at pulling her bones outa place. If you want to keep her from being torn apart, you gotta answer the questions right in 30 seconds. Sound fair?!"

He doesn't let us answer, instead the room David is in flashes with light.

"Begin!"

It was set up almost like a game show. The corner of a screen counted down the seconds after the man asked a ridiculously obscure question or something incredibly invasive. The first one of those came as a shock.

"Ok Mr piggy, tell meh, have ya gotten a taste of Morias' pussy yet, or does she actually have standards?"

High pitched laughter echoed through the space between me and the speakers.

"Heeey, come on copa! Tha's a question, answer it!"

David, for once in his fucking life, kept his mouth shut. I tried to answer for him, but he tsks over my stutters.

"Tha's not part of the game sweet cheeks."

Something that looked like a poor mans guillotine fell from the ceiling, severing David's left finger tips. I sobbed and pulled at my binds while he screamed curses.

"That's wha' cha get oinker! Fucking cops, don' have any sense of humor."

That was the last time I tried to answer for him. If David got the questions right we cheered. If he got it wrong...my arms and legs are now taut and I can't move. It's already been 10 minutes-he tells us every minute that's passed-but we're almost done. Just a few more.

"Beeeeeep! Wrong Davy!"

I bite my lip to hold in my screams when I began to stretch again. I'm too afraid to pull against my binds anymore, the painful pressure of stretched joints too much and if I yank I might pop them out. The rope is too thick and the knots too strong to wiggle out of. Out of the corner of my eye I watch my large tits jiggle on the screen, hips twitching up and down to try and release the pressure, toes curling. If I didn't know any better I'd say I was in the throes of a mighty fine orgasm.

"Ok oinker, one last question."

I bite back a sob of relief.

"How big are sweet cheeks tits?"

Jesus Christ, why are so many of the questions about me? And why is he answering most of them right?! David ducked his head and mumbled.

"Wha' was tha'?"

"Fucking hell, they're DDD!"

My entire body is doused in cold and fear. Why does he know that? Did he look through my clothes in my locker?

"Well, the band says G but Ah think the damn things could go in different sizes so Ah'll give ya that one!"

I screamed in shock as my back smacked against the hard table, limbs finally given relief. Hands and feet tingling, I rub feeling back into my wrists, struggling to sit up.

"And that was rooouuuund one!"

A recorded cheer flooded the room. It was easy enough to rip off the ropes from my wrists and ankles, trying to move fast as possible with shaky hands, the man laughing uproariously but didn't stop me.

"The next round will be even funner. Davy, since yer the one with 'is life on the line, ya get tah choose!"

My head snapped up. I can see David now standing and cradling his mutilated hand to his chest, head whipping around.

"There's a hatch riiiiight under ya. On the otha side is something that will try tah tear you apart and a knife. Kill it and ya move to the next round. Ooooor that little door behind our pretty lil assistant opens and she deals with whatever comes out."

Just as he finished I could hear the muffled slamming come from the speakers, inhuman moaning sending ice down my spine. David looked through the slots of the previously ignored hatch and flew back with a twisted scream.

"What? What is it David?!"

He doesn't answer me but he does turn to the camera, expression clearly ill, horror somehow emanating from the picture on the screen. What did he see?

"O-op-en he-er door."

My eyes widen and I scream when it slams open automatically.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry Greene. Shit, fuck."

The mother fucked answered in panic and screwed me over royally. Biting out a curse my eyes frantically search the room for some kind of weapon, legs too numb still to support my weight. Seconds tick and I hear the faint slap of footsteps after what sounds like the twisted scream of a rusty elevator stopping. Giving into fate, I stare into the dark maw beyond the doorway, watching as the tall, lanky figure of our captor come into sight. It's almost like the dark clings to his body, sliding off him slowly as he strides into the light with a smirk.

"Hey honey. How ya holding up?"

My eyes flick to the TV and he laughs.

"Sorry, cam stays on sweet cheeks."

"Why did you ask all that stuff?"

I can't look away as he creeps closer, smirk just as arrogant as when I first saw him.

"Well, figured ah needed a few ice breakers fer the firs' date."

He looked me up and down, whistling lowly.

"Well ain't you a sight."

As a delayed thought I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide as much as I could while lifting and crossing my legs, covering the apex of my legs. He doesn't touch me but he gets close enough I became all too aware of his superior height.

"Get the hell away from me, freak!"

His eyes widen and he actually flinched and took a step back. My heart ached at the hurt expression on his face and, before I could stop myself, I murmured a choked apology. I know that look. Sometimes Travis got mean, like an old dog with a thorn in his paw. Sometimes he'd say stuff he didn't mean, but he'd always say sorry. The man shrugs with one shoulder but he wouldn't meet my eye. I shouldn't feel bad for hurting this sickos feelings but I hate making anyone feel less. My father did it to me. Travis slipped up and did it too. I'll be damned if I do it.

"What do you want?"

His smile became more real and his pretty blues flashed up at me.

"This is more about what YOU want sweet cheeks."

I was not prepared for him to rush at me, pushing me back from my ramrod sitting position to my elbows, hands clasping my hips. I screamed and kicked but he konked his forehead lightly against mine, hand lightly wrapped over my mouth, shutting me up.

"Ah gotta proposition fer ya Moria. From the band on ya finger ya must not be gettin' laid often."

He cackled and I felt the cool wash of his breath spread across my nose and cheeks. Ramen noodles, of all things. His fingers press deeper into the softness of my belly and hips, voice dropping to a whisper.

"He knew sooo many things about cha. Don' you want to get some revenge?"

I do. The fucking freak knew so many invasive questions about me. So many personal things he made me confirm. So much embarrassment in such a little amount of time. What better way-other than cutting his balls off-than fucking literally anyone but him? I must not be in the right mind-maybe his crazy is rubbing off-but this sounds like an actually sane idea. Maybe I'm just hysterical?

"Fine!"

The man didn't laugh but he did nudge my head to the side, lips brushing against my ear lobe. I can feel the itch of his scruff, blessedly without the stick of his blood, and his crooked nose rubbing my cheek bone before he murmured in my ear.

"The names Lucas."

He grabbed my much smaller hand and pushed it against the bulge in his pants.

"Yer gonna be screamin' it soon enough."

My breath whooshed out when he shoved me onto my back, shoulders jerking in swallowed laughter. He's fucking crazy but when he pushes what could have been a stuffed crotch against mine I was forced to realize it may be too late to back out. My breath is already coming out in soft pants, matching his as thick fingers reach down to unbutton his pants.

David has been screaming at us the entire time but I tune him out when I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering. There is no ceremony, even though he makes me wait a little longer so he could shuck off his hoody and shirt. I'm distracted by the uncovered expanse of stomach, pale and taut, with a trail of dark hair from stomach to crotch, when he pulled down his pants. Definitely not stuffed. Definitely.

He kicked away the pile of clothes with a jerk, leering at me. He is most definitely into my body, the red tipped boner, that I refuse to contemplate, attested to that. But he looked into my eyes, traced over my face like a dying man in the desert that's seen god before he got a closer look at my body, sucking air through his teeth.

"Fuck, ya look so much bettah in person."

He lowered down over my stomach and I was reminded of a lean jungle cat. Maybe a Florida panther, ready to devour me whole. Of course, just as I thought that, he dug his teeth into my soft side. Carefully he clamped his jaw and sucked my pale flesh into his mouth. It's jarring to see someone even paler than my rosy toned skin. Making a sound almost inhuman my head thumps back against the hard table. It's been so long since I felt anything intimate. I've been so alone for these years that dragged on like decades, my fingers could only do so much. Couldn't replace my feverish need for human contact but I stayed faithful for almost 3 years and the sliver of hope has evaporated completely.

If this man caught him, he isn't alive. I make a small sob and hold the back of the head of the man who probably murdered Travis, and forced him deeper. The pain was euphoric in comparison to this weight of guilt. I'll deal with it later, when I finally find release. He pressed a thick thumb into my clit and rubbed, pressure constant and hard. The man-no, Lucas-let my flesh go with a suction pop and laved away the sting. I look down and see almost purple indents, a perfect mold of his teeth right under my ribs. He smiles up at me and I know that my thought of him being a panther was right. His teeth are sharp and surprisingly white, large and straight. And I'm more than ready to be devoured.

"P-please."

Make me FEEL. His smile widened and he pressed his lips to the round of my stomach, groaning and sweeping his tongue over a stretch mark. He traversed up my body, slowly as if to savor the moment. Up to my neck and clamping carefully over my esophagus. My moans choked off when he squeezed and I couldn't breathe. He stopped there as if contemplating biting down, tearing out my throat. He let go and kissed my tingling neck, leaning back up with a breathless laugh. The thumb still pressed into my clit flicked it and I almost screamed. Way too sensitive.

A couple fingers sunk inside me, rubbing my walls insistently, pushing high as possible. The gentle scrape of his nails ran over my hot nerves, not pressing into my insides or hurting me. Thank god. From the look in his eye I was almost scared he would try to shred me from the inside. I'm constantly flipping between arousal and fear and I can feel the hot and cold rush of adrenaline. I've never felt like this before, only knowing Travis and the soft, careful orgasms he'd give me. It was nice but I was guilty of using a toy or two to finish every now and then.

Lucas scissored his fingers, face glowing when I almost screamed and bucked my hips. My hands rubbed the back of his head and gripped his neck the more he rubbed. His mouth wrapped around a peaked nipple and sucked, digging his nail slightly into the engorged nerves of my clit. Legs twitching and ears ringing I bucked, waiting for him to bite or not to bite. Like Schrödinger's cat, but with Lucas's mouth.

The anticipation physically tingled down my spine and exploded around my areola, sinking into my breast. He didn't bite but he did curl his fingers up into the spongy area of my G spot, jerking his hand up and down, replacing his thumb with his palm. I came with a pathetic cry and full body jerking, hands digging into his shoulders. My ears rang but beyond it I could hear David's calls. Chanting my name.

My eyes flicked to the giant television beside me I am enraptured by the image. Not of the man curled up on the floor but of my body spread across the screen. The TV is almost the size of a flatscreen, but severely outdated. The picture is clear though, even through two sets of screens. I watch Lucas creep up my body and lick up the column of my neck, kissing my jaw. He carefully pushed my head further to the side and brushed my hair out of the way.

"Watch."

I do, breathless, as he sat up and straightened his bent knees while drawing my hips a couple inches off the table top. My arms come up around my chest but I notice absently how it pushes together my breasts for Lucas to watch. He sucked on his teeth and lined up, wrapping my legs loosely around his hips.

I haven't had anything other than fingers inside for almost two and a half years and Travis was only slightly larger than average. This boy just might split me in half. Gagging and gasping I push at his stomach and squirm. He bottomed out but continued going, forcing himself past my body's limit until I could feel the jab of his hip bones on my thighs. My hand slapped onto the table and I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to keep him still since I couldn't push him back.

"Please! Stay still for a second."

He grunts and places a hand on my lower stomach but heeds me and doesn't even twitch. I brush away a tear from the corner of my eye and breathe through my nose. My thighs twitch in aftershocks and strain from pulling my body closer to his. After a minute of rubbing my clit softly and tugging my previously ignored nipple he spoke in a choked voice.

"Ready?"

I nod and brace myself as he rolls into me carefully, arms curled up and palms flat on the table, continuing to watching us join together through the gap of my arm. It was amazing, watching his studdered motions as he supported my lower back and slammed his other hand onto the table. His head hung and I think he's watching himself slide inside. I started to jerk up with him and I had to unwrap my legs to support myself on the edge of the table, grinding my hip to his and essentially hopping on his dick, breasts bouncing. When I felt the first spurt of molten cum I was shocked, blinking fast and still grinding up into the sharp hips.

"Shit!"

He held me still and made a couple jerking thrusts inside, spending himself completely. Disappointment floods me but I can't find it in myself when he turns his head from the camera, face burning hot red.

"Lucas?"

He looked up but wouldn't look me in the eyes. His cock softened slowly inside me and I sat up, forcing him up with me and keeping my hand on his back so he can't move out. I brace his face with my hands and slot my mouth against his, kissing him almost tenderly. He's embarrassed and this is my first time dealing with something like this. Travis might have been my first but I wasn't his. Is Lucas a virgin? I felt a hot flush at the idea and I grinned against his mouth, making a slightly exaggerated moan. Hesitant hands grip my back and I deepen the kiss. I always liked doing this during sex. I slid my tongue across the soft seam of his lips and they parted slightly. The kiss got sloppy and harsh, teeth nipped and tongues pressed together. When his dick got hard again I was surprised. It's only been, maybe, minutes and he's already hot and heavy, twitching inside my still tingling walls.

"Holy shit."

He nipped my lower lip and lowered me back down, mouth never detaching, making his thrusts shallow and quick. I screamed in his mouth as he nudged against my cervix with every movement, going more gently when I begged him so he wouldn't hurt me. It didn't take long for me to build up again, having to tear away from his lips to watch us on the screen through a curtain of hair.

"Fuck, yer so fucking soft. Ohhhhh shit sweet cheeks, no wonder I popped so quick."

He murmured the word "soft" like a prayer, grinding his hips against mine. His hands press into my back and stomach, franticly running over my smooth skin and pinching small rolls of fat. I cried out as I finally came around the thick cock inside of me, muscles fluttering and clenching until he couldn't even move, just curse and press as deep as possible, the now familiar feeling of cum burning inside of me. It over flowed even with the tilted angle of my hips, running like lava over the swell of my ass cheeks and dripping onto the table. He was right. I screamed his name loud and clear. My hands scrambled across his back, legs clamping around his hips as he tried to hold my body down from the jerking. I finally slump, muscles relaxed and unmoving. Everything was tingly and loose. Lucas panted in my ear and tugged my hair carefully before sitting up with a smarmy grin.

"Shiiiit! Damn baby cakes! Almos' killed a man there."

He pinched my hip and slid further back before shoving inside with a finally soft dick while turning to the camera.

"You gotta choice 'er Davy! You answer tha' there question on the paper an the last door to this room opens but ya gotta do anotha round. Or you could answer an' leave on the door to the left. The one that leads outside."

My lazy head rolled to the TV as my relaxation seeps away, my horror and self disgust growing. David looked between the image of me and the apparent door next to the camera

"I...Im sorry Moria. I'm so sorry."

My chest inflated with sobs and one stumbled past my lips, post orgasm peace fading completely.

"When I get out I'll send the entire damn force to get you."

I covered my face as he answered, what was the name of my husband, and I heard the distinct clang of a door opening. Lucas would not stop laughing and slapped a hand on my stomach as body heaving sobs and heart wrenching tears shook my body. I feel so alone. He leaned down and carefully tugged my hands away from my face, maniac smile plastered on his face, glassy eyes wild and bloodshot.

"This'll be fun, ah promise."

My sob sounded like a bark and I start to kick at his hips still pressed into mine. He pulled out with a sloppy pop and I cringed while curling up on my side.

"Wanna know a secret?"

His voice is quite and soft, a hand rubbing my hip and side, not criticizing my break down. I really, really don't. But I sniffle and nod.

"He's not gettin' out."

My pathetic crying started up again shame washing over me. I'm going to die here.

I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for days now. He keeps me in some cell that's obviously not made for long occupations. It's cold and featureless, the only kind of hygiene station is a bottomless bucket in the corner sitting in a hole. It's hard to do my business when he watches me, his cameras obvious but unreachable. The worst is when he comes in to feed and water me, three times a day but at strange times. He just sits there and watches me eat. Sometimes he's leaning on the wall and making crude comments. Sometimes he's blank and unseeing, barely looking at me and sometimes sitting there on the cold floor for hours.

I gave in a few times and tried to share my food, if only to get a response. Any response. He looks so skinny I don't doubt he needs it. He would actually look at me then and smile a smile that is all teeth but didn't reach his eyes. He would take a bit then make me eat the rest. He never misses it and every three meals I would scratch into the wood of the walls. It's my only passage of time. Today is another slump day, Lucas splayed against the wall and essentially ignoring my existence. I feel unnecessary anger when he does this, fury even.

"Lucas!"

I snap my fingers in his face and he jerks out of his thoughts, looking at me like I'm a big scary monster. What is wrong with this guy?

"Do ya want know why ah hate cops?"

That was...unexpected. I rolled my eyes and huffed, crossing my arms, shuddering at the feeling of pebbles nipples brushing against the thick, filthy flannel. He never gave me back my bra but at least he gave me the rest of my clothes. The knees in my jeans are torn out from falling in the forest so many times and the flannel is stained with dirt and sweat but it's warm against the chill of the air.

"Gave you a parking ticket once?"

"They wouldn't stop daddy when we called em."

My veins filled with ice.

"He wasn' bad all the time. Bu' when he picked up tha' bottle..."

A full body shiver wracked his body and I edged closer. I don't know what I'm doing or why, but he's obviously on the verge of some kind of mental break down and if I don't do something he might snap. If he snaps there's no telling what he could do to me.

"Zoe was jus' as bad but withou' the booze. Always goin at mom with ah knife because the stupid bitch thought she was tryin' to cage 'er in. An' they thought I was the one with problems!"

He barked out a laugh and slapped his knee, looking at me with wild eyes.

"Feels good tah be the normal one in thah family fer once."

I take a step back as he looks at me unblinking, but giving him space was obviously the wrong answer. He grabbed my arm with enough force to bruise and yanked me back, sweeping out my knees so I collapsed beside him, facing the wall.

"Ah feel pretty shitty righ' now. Wanna play doctor, see if ah feel better?"

I scowl back but he carefully guided me closer.

"Come 'ere at the fucking least."

I'm stiff and unyielding when he makes me shuffle into his lap and I almost scream when he essentially motor boats me, placing his face in my cleavage. He snorted when I try to shy away.

"Ah ain't gonna rape ya Moria."

He looks up and, like usual, I feel like a mouse caught in a vipers gaze.

"Unless ya ask fer it, ah won't touch ya."

I more feel than see his devious smirk against the swell of my breast. He rolls his hips up to meet mine and I gasp. Like I'm a virgin teenager all over agin.

"Do ya want me to, darlin?"

I don't. Kind of. Not with him, but I know what's going to happen if I say no. He'll leave me all alone in this dark room with only my thoughts and mumbling. Trying to catch his attention in the camera just so he could acknowledge my existence outside of these suspended moments. I look away in shame and nod.

"Say it."

My entire body flushes and I consider pushing him away. I'm all too aware that I want and need a shower more than anything, out of the corner of my eye I see 8 faint scratches on the far wall.

"Say it or Ah leave right now."

"Please."

It was barely more than a mumble but I meant it. I WANTED it. And that's probably the worst part. When I look down at him I'm somewhat shocked to see his wide eyes. Like he wasn't expecting me to say yes again. For once I don't jerk back when he brushes a greasy strand of hair out of my face, fingers ghosting over my cheek. He looked at me like I was a goddess. I give him a shaky smile bounce on his lap a bit, knocking him from his unnerving contemplation. He laughs and tugs my pants insistently.

As I unbutton with shaky hands he rubs my back, squeezing my small love handles with moans of appreciation. Travis never did that. When I gained some weight after high school, he was always nagging me to go to the gym with him. It wasn't easy to get the extra fat off but I did it. He monitored my body extensively, said it was for my health, but I was never too sure about that. Biting my lip I shimmy my jeans down, ignoring the fast bouncing of his leg against my ass. It took some maneuvering to shuck the tight pants off, dirty underwear long discarded.

They tangle around my right calve, leaving the rest nude. The rough fabric of his tan pants rub against the soft skin of my thighs and bum, replaced with the tingling scrape of his callused palms. I settle and look over his head. Not even trying to imagine that it isn't him or that I'm not here. It's more that I don't want to get pulled into his eyes again. The soft sound of a zipper lowering seems to echo in the room and he lifts us both up a bit so he could lower his pants and boxers down a length, past his hips until nothing was between us. I bite my lip when I feel it slap against my stomach.

Looking down I take in my first good look of the veiny penis that wrecked me completely before. It's more long than thick but from the burning stretch from before it's more than enough. Certainly, it's thicker and much longer than Travis's. Foreskin pushed back, I can clearly see the tip slowly turn pink to red. I've never seen an uncut one before...just as weird looking as a cut one. Smile twitching, my eyes flick to his face and take in his expression. He doesn't look as smug as he clearly deserves to be. It's unfathomable to know what he's thinking so, to try and discard any thoughts of humanizing him, I try and concentrate on what I'll be feeling soon and not the mixture of emotions sprawled across his face.

"Kiss me."

Everything stops and my lungs won't work. Swallowing, I nod and carefully place my hands on his prominent cheekbones, feeling the hollows under my palm. I could have just leaned down for a peck but this will feel so much better for me. Thumbs brushing gently across the bags under his eyes, I further damn myself and slant my mouth against his. He immediately began to kiss back while a hand reached under me to finger me open. I rubbed my clit to help and moaned into his mouth. I thought last time was a fluke but it feels just as electrifying now.

He didn't waste any time. When I was wet enough he fisted his cock, lined up, and pushed me down on it. This position was supposed to give me power but his arms are wrapped around my waist and his legs bent so they press and support my back. He controls my lowering, breaking off the kiss to bury his head in my breasts, a couple buttons flying when he tore it in impatience. His tongue began to lap at my skin, sweeping away beading sweat with a moan. So depraved.

I hold onto his shoulders and tilt my head back so he has access to my neck and just enjoyed the ride. He wasn't as deep this time but the curve of the cock scraped over everything I ever thought I'd need to be touched and a couple places I didn't know I should be. One of my hands press into the soft roundness of my stomach and I could swear I feel it move inside of me. One of his hands slipped over my clit, pinching and rubbing it lubed by some spit. Eyes rolling up I began to gape my mouth, occasional fragments of moans escaping.

He began to suck on the skin of my chest and it was too much. I lowered myself as far down as I could, cuming with an unexpected yelp. He held me in place with my ass, jerking up softly and still sucking. I wasn't worried about it until it began to hurt. He sucked harder and I screamed in pain, trying to push him back as he began to do it again and again. He came when I squirmed over his lap, almost immediately leaking out, making us more sloppy and messy than I'd prefer. God I need a shower.

Tears fell and my throat was hoarse when he was done making bruises across my chest, pulling out with a pop and a groan. I dropped to my side, legs spread and shaking hands touching my burning breast. I looked up to see that he was standing and pulled up his pants. He wouldn't stop looking at me with that unexplained look. Scowling through my gasps, I scotch to the walls and lean on it while he continued to stare.

"What?!"

He crouched and stayed like that for a second before swooping in for a kiss. This one was slow and careful, no hard pressing to cover his inexperience. He left one last peck and backed a little bit to admire his work.

"Fuck, yer beautiful."

A flush crept up my face and my jaw dropped. Not exactly something I expected from my crude mouthed captor. He scurried out after that with an almost shy look back. I slumped against the wall and gaped, chest stinging in pain. I look down and my jaw dropped even more when I saw the mess of bruises in a distinct shape. I don't even have to tilt my head to see what it is. On my right breast is the letter "L" and the other is a "B".

"Son'ofa'BITCH!"

I think I hear distant laughter.