WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER
AN: Hey sorry about the wait, but I've been dealing with burying a dear friend this past week so not a lot of time to write between that and work. But here is chapter 35. Hope you enjoy this piece of the puzzle, and again I warn that this does contain graphic content. Let me know what you think. drs.
Something awful assaulted Devin's sense of smell and her mind suddenly jolted from the blissful darkness into the searing pain of reality. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut as the smell slowly faded away. Cracking her eyes slightly, her foggy brain struggled to piece together where she was and why.
A shadow of a figure loomed in front of her and her arm throbbed with multiple levels of humming pain. Her other shoulder was warm and sticky, and stung like she had an open wound. The cogs of her thoughts ran slowly as she felt the overwhelming sense of panic taking hold. She had no idea where she was. She tried to move her arms, but found they were restrained. She shifted her legs only to gasp at the sudden charge of pain in her thigh, before realizing that they too were restrained.
Her breathing was labored and becoming more and more difficult with each passing pull of air, pain ran freely through her entire body as she wished she could simply fade back to the blackness she had been cocooned in just moments before. Her head sounded like a freight train was rushing by, her heart pounding madly in her chest. Someone was speaking to her but she couldn't make out the words, her brain was too sluggish to understand.
She let out a deep moan of pain as something scorched the skin on her right arm slightly above the elbow. She rolled her head to that side and glanced down to see a flame crisping the skin to a dull black. She started to feel the bile rising in her throat as her head rolled back to center. The smell of vomit assaulted her and she fought desperately to hold back what she thought was more.
"Stop, please stop," she whispered as she swallowed, breathing harshly. A face appeared before her as the flame left her skin, only to move to the other arm. She forced her eyes open to see a man standing in front of her, mad smile on his lips, pressing the flame to her left arm. "Nooo," she moaned in desperation as the skin blackened and the pain touched her nerves.
"My dear Devin, I won't stop. Not until your heart gives out. I'm having too much fun," the man whispered into her ear, his lips nipping at the earlobe. Memories ambushed her confused brain and she now knew who he was. "You're the one that got away."
His heavy breathing on her neck made her shudder and try to pull away, but between lack of strength and restraints she was forced to endure. Anger flooded her body as she felt his lips caress her neck, sucking and nipping lightly as he moved the torch away from her skin. Pulling his head back he grinned down at her, before dropping the torch. He pulled a knife from his belt and grabbed the front of her shirt.
"I'm going to kill you," Devin managed to spit out as she mustered all the strength she could. He laughed manically at her then, his wide grin bearing down on her. He leaned down to eye level with her. With the shirt still pulled tight in his right hand, he started to hack at it with the knife in his left.
"Fat chance of that, Baby. I'm going to have my fun, then kill you, and there is nothing you can do about it," he breathed in a husky whisper as he leaned forward and started to kiss her. She fought with everything she had but he overpowered her, moving from her lips to her jaw. The knife finally reached the bottom of her shirt and he ripped it roughly off her shoulders so it simply hung down her arms, bearing her bra clad chest to him.
"My uncle and partner will hunt you down," Devin spat as she tried to get away from him. He chuckled against her neck, his tongue lazily tracing her pulse. He put the knife back on his belt, as his left hand moved to cup her breast. He picked up the torch with his right and fired it up again.
"Your partner is dead, sweetie, the accident took care of him," he replied as his hand gently squeezed her breast. "No sense thinking HE's coming to save you." The torch touched her bare stomach and she yelped in anguish as the flame burnt her skin. Devin felt the tears leaking down her cheeks as she could no longer hold her self together.
His mouth was aggressively attacking her neck, sucking, licking, nipping, and kissing making her stomach flip in knots. His hand was kneading her breast in a rhythmic fashion as he touched her skin once more with the open flame. Her body spasmed in pain and anger and she could feel him smiling against her skin.
"Fucking bastard," she ground out as she fought the restraints with no result. Her strength was quickly fading.
"Yes, I am," he replied as he took the torch around to her back, burning her on there are well. She cried out loudly that time as she was finally reaching her breaking point. Tears were running freely now as she admitted to herself that this was going to happen to her, and she was probably going to die by his hand, but after, and only after, he had his way with her.
He slowly lowered himself into her lap, pressing against her with the torch on her shoulder as he continued to fondle her chest. His lips were kissing her collar as she closed her eyes and tried to mentally remove herself from where she was. She could feel how aroused he was through his pants and she wanted to scream knowing what was coming next.
She felt her bra drop freely from her breasts, exposing her fully to him. His mouth dropped down sucking her nipple into his mouth and she bucked violently against her restraints, only succeeding in causing a sharp shooting pain to erupt in her body. She wailed out, unable to hold on any longer. The torch touched her skin again and she sobbed uncontrollably as the pain rocketed through her.
His hips rocked against hers in a rhythmic motion as she felt him growing against her. His mouth continued to assault her exposed skin as the flame burned behind it. He suddenly dropped the torch to the ground and stood from the chair. His manic smile brought sobs to her face as she waited for the rest. He roughly unshackled her from the chair, and with her last fleeting strength she made a ploy to overpower him and escape. He simply wrapped an arm around her tightly before punching her in the jaw with his other fist. The blow rocked her already damaged head and she felt her world spinning as stars exploded in front of her eyes. Limp and unable to move, she felt her body being picked up and carried. Semi conscious she knew what was next.
She felt her body drop onto something soft, it bounced gently a few times before she felt the cold metal of cuffs snap around first one wrist then the other. Her arms were outstretched over her head. Her left leg was yanked and a cuff was shackled around her ankle. He repeated the same process on the other side, strapping her spread eagle. She opened her heavy lids and found him slipping his body over top of her, straddling her.
He continued his exploration of her body, kissing, nipping, sucking, and licking, his way from her head to her waist. She felt her belt being undone and slipped from the belt lops, before the pants being unbuttoned and zipped. She whimpered in response because it was the only thing she could do. She was fading fast and she knew it. Having her broken arm shackled the way it was made the pain increase and she wished it would stop, knowing that the pain was the only thing keeping her conscious, as was his goal.
Her pants slid down her thighs, and he left them bunched around her knees. She had never felt so lost and exposed as she did in that moment, clad only in panties, that she knew were next to go, spread eagle in front of him. She felt like an offering and sobbed in the overwhelming panic that overtook her.
"Please," she whispered again, sure her pleas only fueled him more but unable to stop herself. He pushed his still fully clothed body flush against hers and smiled. His face hovering barely above hers, as he rocked roughly against her.
"There is no going back now, Devin. I'm going to take you, torture you, and kill you," he whispered in a heady voice as if speaking terms of endearment. It made her body convulse, as sobs wracked her. This was it then, this was how it was going to end.
His lips returned to her skin, as did the knife. Her eyes shot open as the blade cut into her ribs, slicing a thing layer of skin off. She yelped in pain and pushed against the bed, trying to escape the pain. He ground his crotch harder against her at that moment as he moaned in pleasure. She pulled her head as far forward as her strength would allow and bit down on his shoulder.
His moan was not one of pain but of pleasure and Devin immediately released her teeth appalled. He rocked harder and she felt her body betraying her as moisture soaked her panties. She gasped again as the knife sliced another layer of skin along her left rib cage before she felt his hand at the waist band of her panties.
"Please don't stop, bite me again, Baby," he huffed in her face as his finger dove into her folds. She whimpered and clamped her eyes shut as differing emotions exploded in her stomach. She was appalled to be violated in such a way, yet her body responded as it should, making her angry. She tried to kick her knee forward, but the cuff dug into her ankle and slammed her leg back down. "Ah, keep fighting, Devin, I like it that way."
Another of his fingers made its way in and she sobbed in horror. This can not be happening she thought. She felt her body building, as his fingers manipulated her and she fought to hold on to her climax, denying him his satisfaction. He dropped the knife and brought his other hand underneath her, as he worked a third finger into the action. His mouth found a breast and she wiggled trying to dislodge it from his mouth. She failed in her attempt and felt herself flush, holding desperately to her control.
His other hand cupped her ass. She clamped her eyes shut and distanced herself from the scene. She took herself into her mind, the fog and debris from her injuries making it hard to focus, but she managed to build a room for herself. She closed off the door, and pretended that Eddie was next to her holding her. His voice softly telling her it was going to be ok. At some point she knew she lost control and her body did as he wanted.
She expected to be raped after that, but he simply pushed himself up so he was sitting on her hips and pulled the knife up. Maybe this was it, she thought, he was going to kill me now and this will all be over. Her mind was slipping into the blackness again and he didn't seem to be trying to keep her awake. But then the knife dropped and plunged between two ribs and her eyes darted open as she gasped in agony.
She didn't know how deep the blade went, or how bad the damage was, but she knew he had just stabbed her. His hand caressed her face gently as he watched the pain dance in her eyes a moment before unconsciousness worked its way back in. Just as she was about to succumbed to the darkness he spoke. She struggled to comprehend the words.
"You're beautiful, just as your mother was," he said gently as he stroked her face. She felt the revulsion wash over her briefly before there was nothing at all.