That's what I'm afraid of. I despondently thought to myself.
Wade reached down and pulled a knife out of a holster attached to his ankle. The blade shined brightly as he held it up to my face.
"Is that a part of your fun?" I asked.
"Our fun, depending on you." Wade corrected.
"My mistake." I quietly said.
Wade cut my bra straps so that the fabric now hung loosely at the side. He reached behind me and unhooked the back, tossing the material away from me. He stabbed the wood above my head, the knife sticking out of the cabin wall.
"You are perfect." He said, admiring me.
I felt increasingly dirty under his gaze. My unbuttoned shirt was further pushed to the side, giving him more access to my skin.
Wade squeezed my breasts, his breathing starting to become harsh. "Incredible." He muttered before taking a nipple into his mouth.
My mind and body screamed for him to stop, but I swallowed the impulse. His tongue swirled and sucked the tender flesh, trying to work it to hard.
"Alexis." He moaned into my skin. "I will kill Punk if you force me." He reminded.
I closed my eyes and whimpered. That seemed to be enough to satisfy him.
"Very good." He muttered before continuing to pleasure himself against my body.
The sound of my pants coming undone seemed to ring in my ears. He removed the pants leg from my one leg that wasn't restrained, sliding the other down to the ankle. I watched in horror as he cut my panties away from my body, moving himself in between my thighs.
He groaned as he entered me. My body tensed up from the pain which seemed to go unnoticed by him.
"Alexis." He moaned, thrusting deep in me. "You feel amazing."
I balled my hands into fists, my knuckles turning white. I felt anything but amazing in that moment.
My groans and whimpers seemed to pass off as moans of pleasure for him. He continued to pump away until he found his release. I closed my eyes tight as he withdrew from me, evidence cascading out of me and onto the bedspread.
"You will learn that you are mine." Wade said in a low voice in my ear. "And as such, are branded."
"Branded?" The question left my lips before I could think.
Wade pulled a lighter out of the pocket of his pants and slid a ring off of his finger. He gave me a creepy smile before undoing the restraint on my left wrist. He quickly got my arm in a wrist lock, making sure I couldn't move.
"Branded." He reiterated.
The lighter flicked to life and he held the ring under it. Dread crept over me as I realized that the ring was actually a crest that he was heating up. He pressed the hot metal in my skin, burning my flesh. I screamed in pain, trying to pull away, but I couldn't break his hold. Blood trickled down my arm but he wouldn't let go. When he finally let go, the emblem was seared into my skin. Wade sucked on the bloodied wound, causing me to scream even more.
My arm fell limply to my side as he left the room, reappearing moments later with a cold wash cloth and bandage. After he cleaned me up, Wade grabbed a fistful of my hair, looking fiercely into my eyes.
"Say it." He ordered.
The pain from the heated metal had rocked my body. I looked at him weakly, shaking my head ever so slightly.
The knife reappeared in his hand, slicing my skin at my shoulder. I choked on my tears, whimpering as the sheets underneath me turned crimson. Wade lapped the blood away until it clotted.
"Say it." He ordered again.
"I'm yours." I managed to whisper the words.
"Louder." He commanded.
It took me a few moments to stop sobbing long enough to give him what he wanted.
"Wade, I'm yours."
