Alex lost all concept of time and space as she lay there on her stomach, spread eagle, hurting all over from the rape and then the assault, from the beating, in her stomach from where she'd been kicked, and her wrists and ankles ached from being cuffed in such an uncomfortable position.
Finally, Alex felt herself being turned over and her arms and legs cuffed once again. She felt the helmet being removed and took a deep breath, taking advantage of the unrestricted supply of fresh air into her lungs.
Her captor ran his hands over her bare body, reaching her breasts and squeezing them, twisting them in his hands. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut at the assault. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd got to her.
"You're beautiful," muttered the man as he continued to touch her, pinching, twisting, squeezing. It sent shivers down Alex's spine. The words didn't make her feel warm inside as they did when Olivia said them; they made her feel cold when this man said them. He applied more pressure and hissed, "But you're my special project, and you're not going to stay that way. No one is ever going to want you again by the time I'm through."
Alex whimpered when she saw the knife. He pressed the blade to the taut skin of her stomach and she tried to squirm away, but she was tied up, and she couldn't.
She screamed when he cut her, deeply enough to hurt, but not deeply enough to cause any permanent damage. "Tell me how worthless you are," he snarled.
Alex stared at him uncomprehendingly, wriggling around to try to alleviate the pain in her stomach. It hurt so much, and she wondered why he was doing this, why she was his "special project" as he'd called it. None of the other women had knife scars.
He cut her again and she yelled as loudly as she could. "Please, stop!"
"Say it," he growled.
Alex swallowed a sob. "I'm worthless!"
"Very good," he approved, but her words earned her another slice of the blade, making her cry out again. "Tell me how ugly you are."
She began to cry again. "I'm ugly," she whimpered.
He cut her once more. "Louder."
"I'm ugly!" she cried, trying not to stare at the deep red cuts marring her alabaster skin.
He added another cut to her stomach. "Tell me how stupid you are."
She screamed. "I'm stupid!"
He sliced her stomach once again. "And no one will ever love you."
"No one will ever love me," she echoed, sobbing harder now.
He cut her once more for good measure, then took out a cigarette and lit it. Alex screamed again when she realized his intention.
He pushed the cigarette down onto her stomach and Alex cried out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as he took another cigarette and did the same.
Soon her stomach was full of wounds, cuts and burns from the cigarettes and the knife. And Alex was a sobbing mess, writhing on the bed and shrieking in pain. "Please," she begged, her dignity gone now. "I'll say whatever you want me to say. Just please stop!" He cut her again and she squirmed away, trying to avoid the knife, but it didn't work. "I'm ugly!" she sobbed without him even asking. "I'm stupid, I'm worthless, no one will ever love me, just please, please stop!"
"You're mine now," he told her, smacking her across the face. "And I'll do to you what I like."
Alex whimpered, trying not to look at the blood pooling from her stomach. She squirmed to avoid the assault, but tried to carry her mind onto more pleasant things. She thought of Olivia's warm, lopsided smiles. "Alex, honey," soothed the Olivia in her head. "Don't worry. You're still beautiful. You'll always be beautiful to me."
"I'm not," whispered Alex. "It doesn't matter. I'm going to die here. They'll kill me."
"No, honey. You're strong. You'll get through this."
"But I'm ugly now!"
"They're battle scars," said the Olivia in her head. "You'll always be beautiful in my eyes, honey, no matter how many scars you have."
Alex crashed back to reality when the pain suddenly stopped. "Get up," ordered the man, releasing her from her bonds. "You're my slave now, do you understand? And you will do what I say, when I say. Got it?"
Alex nodded, eager for him to stop hurting her.
"Kneel at my feet," he commanded, and when she did so, he added, "You will call me 'Master' at all times. You will not speak unless I tell you to." He pulled down his pants and shoved himself into her mouth. "Suck it."
Alex began to cry again as she pleasured him, fighting the initial gag reflex. As she did as she was told, all she thought about was Olivia, the feeling of Olivia's gentle arms around her at night, the feeling of safety in the detective's embrace. "Liv," she whispered silently, trying to conjure an image of her girlfriend. "I can't hold on anymore. It hurts too much."
"Baby, you've got to be strong," the Olivia in her head replied. "I know you can do this. You'll be okay. You're being so brave and I'm so, so proud of you. Just hold on a little longer, okay? Just a little longer."
So she did as she was told and gave him what he wanted until she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
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