I really regretted saying that. I had a smart mouth to be honest. He forcefully injected some needle into me which had clear liquid in it. He ripped off my clothes except for my bra and panties. I don't know what was in that needle but all of a sudden I didn't feel tired anymore and felt quite energized to be honest. The next thing I know I'm getting smacked across my face numerous times. "I would think that you were smart and you would shut your fuckin mouth, but I guess we are going to have to do this my way". Honestly I was scared the whole time. When I'm scared I say the dumbest things thinking my situation would get better but it really didn't. I acted so brave and fearless but inside I was acting like I really was, a terrified little girl who wanted to cry to her mommy. He kept punching me in the face numerous times over and over again. My face felt so weak and he was just getting started. He then got a sharp razor and ripped off my underwear also. He started to pluck hairs by his finger one strand by one, and it hurt soooo BAD. He then pumped the razor into me,I can feel myself bleeding and more. He kept pushing it in and out of me and was enjoying it. I wanted to cry so loudly and hope that someone would help me but I knew that wouldn't happen and no one knew I was even here.

I didn't even want to look down, but I did. It's was horrifying and could scar me for the rest of my life, never forgetting it. Since he plucked all my vagina hairs, it was bright red. Add the blood coming out since he decided to put a sharp razor right into my womanhood(or childhood since I I didn't quite develop yet). Then he finally removed the razor which seemed forever glued to my pussy. He then ripped off my gray sports bra which made my breast jiggle from the movement. He then seemed satisfied when looking me over but that vanished and he went back to his torture (or more like my torture depending on the context you use it in). He got out a nail clipper. Maybe he realized that he should cut his sharp ugly nails. I never thought you could do this, but he got the nail clipper and instead of clipping my nails or something, he starting pinching my tits. The amount of pain my breast were in was in describable. It was horrific to say at least. He went from tit to tit and it got more painful each time. After an eternity they were red and smaller. My private parts that signaled myself as a female was attacked and felt horrible. He then got a gag ball from his little "tool" box and then shoved it inside my mouth forcefully. I wasn't screaming before through all the pain, why would he think I would start now. Oh. I know why. The bulb in my head lightened when he started unbuckling his pants. This was one of the moments in my life that I never wanted to happen, ever. He was going to take me right here, right now and there was nothing I could do about it. He shoved his pants down and gave me a evil, devious smirk. I cringed and shivered. He said to me cruelly"so how's that escape plan working out?". He pushed himself into me. I muffled very loudly into the gag ball. He was touching me all over while crashing into me numerous times. His hands were rough but soft and the same time. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see anymore of this. "Open your eyes" he yelled at me. His voice and dominance made me open my eyes almost immediately. He smirked realizing that I was afraid of his actions. My little "cat" throb and hurt badly. I just wanted this to be over. I rather die. He finally came out of me, before he cummed all over my insides. (I wonder if it would come out of I peed).He grabbed the ball from my mouth very harshly as if I was the one raping him. He then pushed his heavy thick cock into my mouth and I was forced to try fit all of it in my small mouth. The tip was touching my throat and he still had half of his cock waiting to enter me.I want to be a lawyer, not a mathematician, but I know that if half of it is touching my throat then it's impossible for the rest to fit in. But tragedies just keep on coming to me tonight and it fit in. I wanted to throw up,but I was most likely gonna be beaten if I did. It stayed there a while after settling in, like my body was a new home for his cock. Like it wasn't already in their but just in the south hole.

Now I know why he put that injection in. He wanted me to stay awake so I can witness all of this. But why? Wasn't he gonna kill me in the morning or something? I don't know, all I cared about was when this was going to be over. I hated this. He eventually pulled out and had a knowing smirk. He untied my hands, legs, and I collapsed to the floor. He started kicking me roughly in my stomach. I was coughing up blood. His feets took turns stepping on my face. If the razor wasn't bad enough, he gota hammer and starting hitting my pussy as if it was a nail going into a building. He did the process so many times. He at last stopped and went into some room. I know I was weak and I was doing something very stupid right now, but I was looking for an exit. I knew were the exit was. He was on the other side of the room. In my head I thought Dean went through door A which was most likely a bedroom since he snores loudly. Seth went through door B which had equipment in there for torturing and probably ways to kill me. And Door C was the exit. I was about to roll over there but I remembered that I needed clothes.

What if I found a place calling for help but it's a bad neighborhood and I could be raped once again. I heard him coming so I wouldn't have left in time anyway. He came back with a big oversize hoodie and running shorts. He put it on me and I hoped Ib stayed awake to escape while he probably slept. After that, he said "goodnight whore" and punched me in the face so my lights went out.
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