Thank you so much for the reviews... Once again, I really appreciate them :P
leiraguzon: I agree that she's getting hurt a lot, and I wish I could tell you it'll stop really soon, but unfortunately I can't. As I said in the very first chapter, this is my 'killer fic'. I had 19 chapters written before I even considered uploading it. It's only going to get worse. Hope it doesn't scare you away :P
That reminds me: WARNING!! This chapter is PRETTY EVIL!! (and kinda graphic, which is so unlike me... I'd never done graphic before, so I guess I must have been in a pretty killing mood that day :P)
Well, ENJOY!!
Chapter 8 – Consequences
Abby was smiling to herself as she walked up the stairs to the apartment. She'd had so much fun. Way more than she was able to remember having had for many years. Nothing much had happened, they had just been talking about random things, and Luka had told her about Croatia.
He had insisted on walking her home, but after a long time of refusing, she had finally convinced him to let her walk home by herself.
She was still smiling as she unlocked the door and entered the dark apartment. She was on her way to the bathroom when someone grabbed her hair and yanked her back.
"What are you so happy about?" Abby's smile quickly disappeared and she was brought back to reality. Richard looked pissed. It was very late, and she wasn't supposed to have been out at all. She had thought this 'dinner' would make it up for whatever was coming, but the look on his face made her regret those thoughts right away. "The fact that you upset me real well? Because you love how I 'punish you'?" Scared, Abby shook her head. "Well then. If that's not it, then it's probably because you thought you could avoid me. Isn't that true?" Abby shut her eyes and bit her lip, knowing she was as good dead. "Well I'll tell you something, 'cup-cake'. No such luck!"
Abby carefully moved her head as Richard started stroking her cheek. "Where did my mom go?" Her voice was shaky and scared, and she was afraid of looking at the man in front of her.
"Oh she didn't go anywhere." He grabbed the bottom of Abby's sweater and lifted it over her head before throwing it into the corner. "She's in the bedroom, but she won't hear a thing. I made sure she's knocked out at least till tomorrow afternoon." Abby just stared scared at him, not really understanding what he meant. "I had to sedate her with a couple of sleeping pills since she couldn't keep quiet during the game." She shivered as he pulled off her shirt, exposing her to the cold air.
"Now, let's get down to business." Abby tried stepping away from him, but she didn't have a chance before he put his strong hand on top of her head and pushed her down to her knees. While holding her down with one hand, making sure she didn't try to get away, he used the other hand to unzip his pants.
Abby swallowed hard, knowing what she had to do. And she hated it. This was the worst thing he did to her, and he usually only did it when he was really angry.
Abby could hear Richard moaning. She knew he was about to cum and really wanted to pull away, but his hands kept her trapped. It only took a few seconds before she could feel the sticky liquid enter her mouth. She really felt like puking, but his hands still held her and she knew he wanted her to swallow it, so she did. But she could still feel the liquid in her throat when she started coughing like crazy, enough to make her eyes teary and throw up the sperm along with some of the food from earlier, right there on the living room floor. She hated it. It was embarrassing, really embarrassing. Not just the fact that she threw up, but the things he made her do.
She knew Richard wouldn't be happy about that, so before he could say anything she ran to the kitchen to get some paper towel and quickly returned to wipe it off the floor. She could feel Richards eyes on her the entire time, but refused to look up.
"Abby!" She turned around to look at him as she was on her way back to the kitchen to throw away the paper. He was just sitting there on the couch like nothing was going on. "Bring a fork with you." She didn't even nod. She just did as he told her to.
With one arm in front of her, trying to cover up her almost naked upper body, she handed him the fork. She started shivering as he was just starring at her, like he was trying to figure out what to do.
"Let's go!" He got up quickly and pulled her after him into her own bedroom. "Now get down on your knees, facing the wall!" He pointed at the middle of the floor, and she did what she was told. As he unhooked her bra, she could feel her eyes tearing up again, internally cursing at Luka for convincing her to go out with him.
A few minutes passed without anything happening, so she slowly turned around, knowing it was probably a really bad idea. But Richard was just looking at her with his arms crossed.
"This feels wrong." Abby bit her lip confused. He never got bad consciousness. "Get up again. Take off your pants and lay down on your bed, face down." Now it made more sense. She got up carefully, begging Richard with her eyes. He didn't care though, he just tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for her to obey his orders.
"Please." He let a little chuckle escape as he watched her scared face. He knew what she was thinking.
"I won't fuck you from behind. I hadn't even thought about that. But if you don't do as I tell you to, I might have to reconsider that." Humiliated, she started unzipping her jeans, but she barely got them off before Richard ripped off her underwear as well.
"Good. Now lay down!" She wiped her eyes for the few tears and slowly walked to her bed, laying down and looked across the room to Eric's bed.
"Sure took you long enough." She shut her eyes as she felt him sitting down on top of her. The feeling of four cold, pointy pieces of steal against her upper back turned into pain as Richard dug it into her flesh, penetrating her skin as he ran it down her back with all his power.
Abby was biting the pillow while tears were streaming down her face. Richard might have done many painful things to her, but this pretty much topped it all off. She was shaking in pain, wanting to scream but knew better than to do so.
"Aww, did that hurt?" He removed the fork from her back and Abby relaxed her body a little, even though she could still feel the sharp pain. She slightly nodded her head, knowing he hated it when she didn't reply.
"Well too bad!" She soon felt the fork against her skin again, this time a little lower and on the other side of her back. This time he moved it diagonally, and it hurt just as much.
When the fork was once again removed, Abby stayed in the same position, too scared of moving, with tears still running down her cheeks. A shiver ran through her body as he started slightly laughing.
He slowly removed his weight from her body. "Turn around!" Abby's eyes grew wide and it took her a couple of seconds before she did as he said. She gulped and looked pleadingly at him, as new fresh tears ran down her face. Not only because she was scared, but also because it hurt extremely much to lay on the open wounds, the ones that would cause the sheets to become very bloodstained. But he just looked satisfied at her, with a huge grin on his face, as he ran the fork down her stomach, tracing every bone on her skinny body with it.
"Don't worry, 'sweetie', I've got another good way of using this." He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lighting it and held the fork over the orange flame till it almost glowed. Abby's eyes widened as he slowly inched the now burning fork closer to her shaking body. She bit her lip till it bled as the burning feeling hit her upper, inner thigh. This was soon followed by multiple other places though.
"I hope this teaches you to behave." Abby nodded as she tried wiping away the tears that simply wouldn't stop falling. She had definitely learned her lesson.
"Now, just one thing left to do." Abby knew exactly what he was talking about as he got up and pulled down his pants. She didn't really care though. This was gonna be the least painful thing he'd do to her. It was, however, more painful that usually, since the wounds on her back kept rubbing against the bed sheets.
When he was done he just got up and grabbed his stuff, leaving the room without saying anything, not even looking at her. Abby was too paralysed to do anything for a while, but after laying in the same position for what felt like hours, she crawled under the duvet, not even bothering to put on clothes first. She turned around so she was facing the wall, laying on her side so her wounds wouldn't hurt more than necessary. She should really go clean them out to make sure they wouldn't get infected, but she was simply too tired plus they were in places that were hard to reach.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything besides what had just happened.
