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The leather restraints bite into my raw skin as I tug against them. He's been gone for hours, him and tongueless girl. I let out a huff as I kick against the bed, ignoring how it stings my legs. I thought being kidnapped should be the most horrifying experience anyone could imagine. But all I am is bored.
"Some kidnapper," I mumble to myself.
This entire situation is all sorts of fucked up. Mike has to be going insane by now. That is if he's not fucking that Jessica chick. Images of him grunting over her flit through my mind and I chuckle. Pity for her, he really is a lousy fuck.
Why am I dating him again? All he does is bitch and moan.
I close my eyes for a moment. Dating Mike was supposed to help me, it's what the therapist said I needed. Normalcy, do things that normal people do. Mike is just a washed out singer with an equally washed out band who believes he's the shit and thinks he's the exception to every fucking rule. I guess that's pretty normal. He's just like everyone else in this shitty world.
Maybe I'll dump him if I get out of here.
Or better yet, maybe psychopath could just kill him to save me the trouble.
Another laugh escapes my lips. Jesus, it seems all I can do is fucking laugh these days.
The door opens, psychopath walks in holding a tie. His white shirt, which is now free from red stains, clings to his chest. I frown a little. Pity, I so wanted to see him bleed more.
"Hello Pet," he says with a wink. "I was going to wait a little longer, but I find myself unable to stay away." He continues as he stalks to me, his mouth in a wicked grin. "I do find you irresistible."
I roll my eyes mumbling, "If only my boyfriend was as dedicated."
"Oh Pet," he says, sitting down on the bed beside me. "I believe you'll find me most dedicated." His hand skims down my arm, his eyes glazed over.
My breath hitches at his touch. Tingles shoot down my arms. I wish he would just pour acid over me instead.
Suddenly he springs on top of me, both of his hands wrap tightly around my restrained wrists. He leans his face close to mine, his nose skims my neck, inhaling deeply. I shiver. He chuckles and licks me hard up my cheek. I struggle against his hold and he laughs.
"Listen up you sick, motherfucker-
He slaps me.
Hard.
"Tsk, tsk," he says shaking his head. "Such foul language from that pretty little mouth of yours." I glare at him. "There are better ways to be a dirty girl."
He slams his mouth against my own, trying to pry open my lips but I struggle and refuse him access. His teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, and I gasp in pain. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I fight against him. His hands release my wrists, not that it matters, they're still restrained by the leather straps, and slowly skims down my side. His left hand slides down to my left breast, kneading it forcefully.
His other hand travels lower, and my spine tightens.
He can't go down there.
I absolutely will not allow it.
Panic overtakes me as I thrash against him completely.
"I did tell you I wouldn't disappoint," he says in my mouth as his left hand pinches, twists and pulls my nipple so hard it feels as if it's going to be ripped off.
Red, hot rage bubbles inside me. His right hand pushes my over-sized shirt above my thighs. My heart skyrockets, my breathing becomes labored. His fingers toy with my cotton underwear. His arousal is thick and hard against my leg. His eyes are dark, heavy lidded. This is unacceptable. His hands rip my underwear in one swift move, his legs keeping me completely pinned against the bed as I yell against his mouth. His fingers plunge inside. My teeth clamp down on his tongue, metallic liquid fills my mouth, sliding down my throat. He wrenches himself from me, slaps me so hard black spots dance across my vision.
His eyes are wild, his chest heaving, rage and lust all bleeding into one another. I just stare at him, refusing to look away.
A smile slowly starts to spread across his face, his eyes still crazed, his fingers still deep inside me. My wetness surprises me. I shouldn't be wet. But I don't feel aroused, I don't feel anything but pissed off.
He slowly retracts his fingers from me, my wetness coating them as he inspects them.
"Well look at that," he says holding his fingers up. "Now isn't this interesting," he says as he brings them towards my face.
I swear to god, if he tries to put them in my mouth, I'll bite his fingers clean off.
"What of it," I say with a sneer. "So I'm wet, it doesn't mean I want you. I'm having a biological reaction, nothing more."
He just stares at me, blinking.
"Biological reaction," he repeats then shakes his head. "You are the strangest pet I've ever had," he mumbles as his fingers graze down my cheek, the evidence of my weird arousal wetting the skin.
He's off me without a word.
"It seems like a you need a little more training Pet," he says before spitting out blood as his eyes widen with excitement as he heads to the bathroom.
The water starts. What the fuck is he doing? I bit the shit out him and now he's running a bath? Just who the fuck is this person? I struggle against the leather straps, willing them to give way, but it's useless.
What the fuck does he want from me? Obviously he wants to rape me, but it can't be just that or he would done that and killed me by now. I grunt as I forcible pull against the straps. This is so fucking irritating, not to mention humiliating. I can still feel his body pressed against me, his fingers inside me, his mouth against my own. Wetness now sticky, clings to my legs and I groan. Dear fucking god, this is so fucked up. I'm fucked up.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
It's a question I've been trying to answer for years. An uncomfortable sensation spreads down my spine, slithering through my veins.
The bathroom door opens, his sleeves are rolled up and there's this look in his eyes, a determination. He probably filled it with acid or bleach. My heart starts thudding wildly in my chest with each step he takes closer to me. Panic seizes me.
"Help!" I scream as he reaches me. "Someone please!"
He slaps me again then grasps my chin in his fingers.
"Don't beg Pet," he snarls. "It's unbecoming of you."
My eyes go wide as he roughly slams my head down and undoes the straps tying me down. Immediately I start flailing against him, kicking, hitting and struggling. He lets out a grunt and grasps my hair and propels me face forward into the headboard. My nose collides with the wood, blood seeps down into my mouth as he presses against me from behind.
"I admit, your refusal to submit is quite delicious," he whispers against my ear before licking the shell as his other hand gropes my breasts. "But you will break," he says as he pinches and twists my nipple so hard I let out a shriek. "They always do."
I sob escapes my mouth at the pain.
"Fuck you," I snarl back.
Suddenly I'm being pulled by my hair off the bed and I scream again as he drags my flailing body across the room by my hair.
"I'll kill you, you sick fuck!" I shriek as he forces me up towards the tub.
My scalp is on fire and blood is freely flowing in my mouth.
"Time to learn Pet," he says before shoving me into the tub.
The water is hot, but not too hot. Thank god isn't not bleach or acid. His hand then settles over my face and pushes me down in the water. I struggle against him as I go under. He's going to drown me! I'm going to drown! Fight Bella! Bite his hand, do something!
My throat burns from lack of air and my muscles are so tired from being restrained. Fight! No, wait! That's what he wants! If I fight and end up opening my mouth, it's going to be very unpleasant for me. No, just go still. It worked before. He's so fucking arrogant he'll fall for it.
My body goes slack in the water. My lungs are screaming for air, my limbs begging to fight. No. I will not entertain him with this. Fuck this and fuck him.
But it's not working. He's not letting up. My chest feels like little knives are plunging into it. He's calling my bluff. Fuck, he's calling my bluff. He might just let me die. The sicker fucker probably will just rape my cold corpse. The image of him assaulting some poor girl, some other poor girl, is oddly intoxicating. Fucking shit, I'm dying and that's what I'm thinking about?
Immediately I struggle against him. My hands fight against his hand holding me down. Shit, shit, SHIT! I don't want to die, not right now! Not like this! My mouth opens to scream, water rushes in. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
They say drowning is euphoric.
They all fucking lied.
Suddenly I'm pulled up, my body heaving against the side of the tub. His hand is rubbing circles on my back.
"Shh," he whispers.
I cough then vomit. Wiping my mouth my hand I look up at his green, cold eyes.
"For your sake, you'd better make sure I'm dead when you kill me," I whisper.
He leans forward, his hand against the back of my neck, his lips ghosting over mine.
"Believe me Pet," he begins before licking my lips and I groan in disgust. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be in pieces."
I glare at him as he lets me go. He grabs his phone and taps it. "Don't get up, your body will only collapse."
I snarl at him and he laughs.
"Still fiery I see," he says with a smirk. "Nice to know you don't break easy, it'll be more entertaining this way don't you think Pet?"
I sneer in response.
A boy appears in the doorway. His blond hair falls in his blue eyes. He's attractive enough, but the complete look of fear on his face ruins it all.
"Get her cleaned up and help her back to the bed," he barks at the frightened man.
The boy nods and quickly walks over to me and kneels by the tub.
Psychopath smiles at the two of us with a cold glint in his eyes.
"No misbehaving, Jasper is my favorite toy," he says patting the blond boy on the head.
The boy looks down. "Thank you Sir," he whispers.
Disgust rolls through me as Captor makes his way out.
"Name," I call out.
He freezes and turns.
"If you're going to wine and dine me, I at least need to know your name. I'm not the kind of girl that puts out without at least a little self respect," I spit out.
He chuckles. "No, you most certainly are not."
His gaze is direct and his shirt clings to him like a mold. So he works out. It's criminal that someone so crazy is so sexy. I want to ruin it. I want to take a knife and carve him up so he looks exactly like what he is on the inside, an insidious, rotting disease.
"Edward," he pants out, as if he could just read my mind.
Suddenly he turns and he's out of the room.
"I'm sorry to ask you, but you really need to take this shirt off," the boy whispers.
I glare at him a little.
"I won't do anything, I promise," he continues, his eyes wide.
I let out a huff and peel my shirt off my body. True to his word, he keeps his eyes only on my face as he reaches for the loofah.
"Just do what he says, it'll be over faster that way," he whispers. "Trust me, you want this to be over soon. He's pure evil."
I chuckle. "As if life was as simple as that."
He stops mid scrub and looks directly in my eyes.
"It's exactly as simple as that. He's pure evil. You'll come to see that."
Just so everyone knows- I don't encourage rape or encourage that women get any kind of enjoyment from rape. Rape is wrong people. That being said, I hope you guys are starting to see that our Bella here is a little different.
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