I have no choice. Loosening the muscles of my jaw, I slowly part my lips only to be met with his dick. I have barely caught my breath before he rams himself into my mouth, all the way to the back my throat, only to pull back and drive himself in further. I can’t do this. If I bite him, then he will stop. I don’t even finish my thought before he pulls himself free.
“I know that look, baby girl. If you bite me, then I will pull every single one of those white teeth out, and then fuck your mouth while you choke on blood and me,” Dmitri says as he pushes the hair out of my face.
Nodding, I close my eyes and part my lips for him. I let my tears fall. I just want this to end. It doesn’t stop for what seems like hours. My jaw is tired, but I won’t close my mouth at all -I don’t want him to see it as me trying to bite him. When he finally pulls away, I know it’s not over. His dick is still hard, taunting me with promises of pain.
I don’t think I could cry anymore at this point, I’m wrong. I should have known that they would try to break me by rape. I had mentally prepared for pain, but not this kind.
Dmitri pulls me to my feet by my hair. Screaming, I try to stand as quickly as I can to relieve just a bit of the pain. I’m thrown onto the bed with my arms still tied behind my back. Trying my hardest to move away, I feel his hand on my ankle. I instantly still when he wraps the rope around my outstretched leg. Smiling at me with that wicked gleam in his eye, he wraps one of the ropes that had bound my hands to the frame, around my neck.
Dmitri makes his way down my body, biting my flesh and then soothing it with his tongue. My brain can’t make out the difference between pain and pleasure. Whimpering, I moan before I can catch myself as his mouth closes around the tiny nub of my clit through the thin fabric.
“Shhh, baby girl. It’s alright. I’ll make you want this. It’s not rape if you are practically begging for it,” Dmitri mutters.
I can feel his fingers trailing up my pussy through my panties, the thin barrier is doing nothing to protect me. Hearing the swish of his knife opening, I close my eyes waiting for the tip of the blade to pierce my skin. It doesn’t come. The thin panties disintegrate with the flick of his wrist. Feeling his skin on mine breaks my willpower. Without a thought, I release the moan I’ve been holding back.
“That’s it baby girl. Let me in,” he whispers.
Dmitri runs his tongue along my pussy, causing me to moan again. If I keep my eyes closed, I can imagine this is anyone but him. He must know what I’m thinking, pulling away from me, he kisses me tenderly working up my body.
“Open your eyes, look at who is making you come.” He punctuates his words with a bite to my nipple.
My eyes fly open at the pain shooting through me. When I look at him, I am met with his piercing gaze. I feel his fingers running along my pussy until I feel the pressure of him entering me. I’m pleading with myself to close off to the pleasure, while he works his fingers along my G-spot. Lowering his head back to my open thighs, he bites my clit until I meet his eyes once again. When I see him between my legs, I am fighting to release my orgasm. Taking my clit into his mouth, he sucks and teases me, working another finger into me. I can’t hold back anymore. My thighs are trying to close around his head, but it’s no use with the ropes keeping me spread open for him.
I don’t get a chance to come, no apparently I can only come when he allows it. Pulling away, he stands to remove his pants and briefs entirely before he crawls on top of me, driving himself into me the same way he did to my mouth earlier. Dmitri is brutal. I can’t escape him. Pulling the rope around my neck, he cuts off my airway. Continuing this torture until I see black spots, I can feel him pulsing inside me. Groaning, I feel the pinch of his teeth on my collarbone causing me to orgasm along with him. I can’t hold back the tears anymore. I’m ashamed that I got off on his torture and him.
“Shh, baby girl. Those tears make me hard again, and I will take you until they stop flowing,” Dmitri whispers, licking the salty tears from my face.
Releasing the binds, I don’t fight him. I curl into a tight ball and try to hold back my tears until he leaves the room. I let them pour out of me, crying myself to sleep.
Amalia
I haven’t been sleeping long before I hear someone unlocking the door. The same kid from earlier walks in carrying a small bowl and a bottle of water. I sit unmoving on the small bed, I have no will to try to escape at this point. Dmitri wouldn’t let me get far, even if I somehow made it out. Then I would have Ruslan to worry about. Placing the food and water on the same table as before, he turns without a word, shutting the door behind him.
I gather the courage to walk over to the steaming bowl. I’m hungry, and this is what they are giving me, so I better eat it. I have almost downed the soup completely when I hear the locks again. Rushing over to the dingy bed, I pull my knees to my chest and hope it isn’t Dmitri. I don’t have any luck it seems.
The man from earlier enters followed by Dmitri, but the door is left open for someone else, Ruslan. My eyes track their movements as they stand in front of me. All of them are impeccably dressed in slacks and pressed shirts, unlike me, who is naked and shivering from fear and the cold. Glaring at them, I wait for someone, anyone, to speak. I don’t have to wait long.
“Stand,” Ruslan commands, snapping his fingers at me like he’s in some kind of rush.
Giving him the most defiant look I can, I drop my arms from around my knees and slide to the edge of the bed. The floor is freezing cold to my bare feet, but I won’t complain. Rising to my full height, I turn to him with my hands hanging by my sides. I may be scared of him, but I won’t hide from anyone. Sir Asshole moves to my side, producing a set of cuffs from nowhere. I can see the fire in Ruslan’s eyes. I may have been raped, but I won’t go easily to wherever they are moving me to. I have one cuff already secured to my wrist, twisting around I grab the other end, and hold it against the man’s throat from behind. I’m short enough to be out of his reach, but Dmitri moves like a snake, slowly until he strikes without warning. Dmitri is next to me with a gun to my head while the other man is still struggling to escape the pressure on his airway.
“Let it go, or I will shoot you enough to bleed but not die,” he says, his eyes promising pain if I don’t.
Dropping the end of the cuff in my hand, I step back waiting for someone to speak. Ruslan has moved in front of me now, but I refuse to back away. Smacking his hand across my face, I fall to the side landing on the bed. I can feel my face already swelling from the impact. The clink of the cuffs joining my wrists together, has me realizing I can never overpower all of them together. Dmitri grabs my arm, pulling me to my feet and pushing me to follow Ruslan out of the room.
Walking down the hallway, I count the doors we pass, trying to determine an exit of any kind. The carpet is soft which is a nice change from the concrete of my room. I am taking in the dark mahogany of the door that I’m standing in front of when I faintly hear crying from within. This must be where they keep the woman I heard earlier, which means they must really be torturing her for her screams to be loud enough for me to hear on the other end of the long hallway. Pushing the door open, Ruslan walks inside. Dmitri is so close behind me that I can feel his erection digging into my back. Shoving me forward, I stumble into the room.
The woman is naked and huddled in the corner. I can see the dried lines on her face of her tears. I don’t know who hurt her and I won’t ask. I’m sure I will be finding out soon enough. Looking up, the woman seems to shrink even smaller when she spots us. Dmitri has an evil grin on his face, it seems to be his signature look, as he takes in the bruises marring her body. Ruslan grabs a handful of my hair throwing me into the contraption in the middle of the room. I have only heard of these things; it’s a bench with straps to keep someone still. Coming up behind me, he lays me down, facing the bench then locking the buckles around my ankles. One of the men is breathing down my neck, but I’m not sure which one it is. The door opening captures my attention, it’s not some
one that I should recognize being in this place.
I do though, I know him very well. His name is Elis Sanchez. He destroyed me once when I was sixteen.
Amalia
Wide-eyed, I can’t do anything but look at him. He seems well, better than me at this moment I’m sure. If you told me last week I would see him again I wouldn’t have believed you. I can tell he hasn’t noticed I’m not Rosalina, at least not yet. Otherwise, he would have said something already. Trying to hide, I turn my head enough for my hair to curtain my face.
Elis is walking over to the other woman, however, he isn’t even paying any attention to me. Holding my breath, I wait to see what he is about to do. Grabbing a fist full of her knotted hair, Elis pulls her up ignoring her wince. I’m in awe at the force he is showing since he was only ever overly sweet to me. I don’t like this controlled version of him, he is scary even more so than Dmitri and Ruslan. I expected it from them but not Elis.
“Are you ready to answer?” Elis asks the woman.
Shaking her head, she doesn’t speak. It’s not enough for him though.
“Speak, bitch. I asked you a question,” he demands, pulling her closer by her hair.
My face is still hidden; they aren’t even acknowledging I’m in the room. I wonder why she won’t tell him what he wants to know; I know all too well how they like to get their answers, but I can tell she has been here for a long time.
Watching, I wonder why I was even brought to this room. My attention is drawn to the other bench in front of me. Dmitri is unlatching the buckles. Twisting my head around to see where Elis and the woman are, I’m met with his stare. Elis is looking directly at me now.
Chuckling, he throws the woman in Dmitri’s direction. He hasn’t broken eye contact with me at all. He is standing next to me. Taking a deep breath, I don’t say a word, I don’t look away. Smiling down at me, Elis lightly trails his fingertips down the length of my back. Swallowing the bile threatening to rise, I shudder at his touch. At one time, I found comfort in his touch, in this exact action. He would soothe me after our lovemaking by doing the very thing that might now break me.
Leaning down to whisper in my ear, I close my eyes in response, “Hello Kitten.”
I haven’t been called that since I fled Australia. I just hope that he doesn’t let them know who I am. I don’t doubt they would kill me the instant they knew. Whimpering brings me back to the room. Looking up I’m met by the terrified eyes of a woman I don’t know. I can’t help but feel sorry for her. I know they will hurt us both; what I don’t understand is why the both of us are here in this room. But I have no doubt we won’t be waiting long to find out.
Dmitri and Elis switch positions. Elis is behind the unknown woman, and Dmitri has taken a spot next to me. Tugging my hair, I am forced to look up as Elis unbuckles his pants and rams himself into her ass. Screaming, the woman is in tears from the brutal rape she is enduring.
“Stop! Please just stop!” I scream out, attempting to break free from the binds holding me down.
Slowing his pace, Elis raises his eyebrows in question to my outburst. The woman’s pleading fuels me to continue.
“Just stop, please! Hurt me instead of her… please...” I can feel the tears pouring down my cheeks.
Backing away from the woman, Elis doesn’t bother to zip his pants as he makes his way to where I’m being held. Crouching down in front of me, I meet the deep brown eyes I once loved. Tilting his head to the side, he nods at Dmitri. I’m looking at Elis when I feel Dmitri at my ass. Bracing myself, I try to hold back the scream as he tears through me. Elis never moves. He just watches my face as I am raped for the second time today. I can feel the blood trickling down my legs. Closing my eyes, I feel him release inside me.
“Shh, it will be alright Kitten,” Elis mummers, pushing my hair out of my face.
I can still hear the other woman crying. At least I stopped one rape. I open my eyes when I feel him move away. Watching Elis walk over to the woman, I’m terrified that he will continue what he started earlier. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he draws her head back enough that her spine is bending in protest. I hear the swish before I see the blade. Pleading for her life is no use. Sliding the knife softly across her neck, I see the blood running down and pooling on the floor. Dropping his hold on her hair, she falls forward against the bench gurgling. How she is alive, I don’t know.
Turning away from the dying woman lying in a pool of her blood, the men walk out of the room, leaving me strapped down to the bench, listening to her die.
Amalia
I listen to her for what feels like hours, but I know it could have only been minutes. Turning my head away from the door, I lay here waiting. I’m not sure when they will be back, at this point I don’t even care who it is as long as they take me out of this room. I mentally thank the person who doesn’t know how to turn on the heat now that I’m feet away from a dead body. I'm cold, naked and cold.
Humming the words to Diamonds by Kim Viera, I lay on the bench unable to move. Time moves slowly, I’ve been in this room with her dead body long enough for her blood to have turned a deep burgundy color. It’s how I know that they have left us… me in here for hours. Her blood has long since cooled. I can hear someone turning the knob, I don’t turn to see who. It doesn’t matter anyway.
“I have brought you food,” a feminine voice calls out.
I didn’t know there was another woman here. Lifting my head as much as I can, I turn towards her. She has a pretty face, her clothes are thin, dirty, and wrinkled, almost like she has been wearing them for a long time.
“Please don’t try anything. They will kill me if you get free. There is a man just outside the door,” she whispers quickly unclasping the buckles.
Rubbing my wrists, I take her in completely. I thought she was one of their people, but now I’m not entirely sure. She is frail, I could count her ribs with just a look. I don’t know why they would send her in to let me free. I’m sure they know I could manage to make it out of this room.
“What’s your name?” I question, taking the plate she is offering me.
Hesitating, she looks over her shoulder at the door before quickly turning back to me, “Amy.”
“I’m Rosalina,” I offer back in response to her unspoken question.
“You are not Rosalina, or at least not the one they want,” she mutters.
I don’t know how she knows that I don’t want to draw attention to the fact I’m not her. Taking a bite of the bread in my hand, I look over to the other woman.
“Don’t feel sorry for her. Melissa wanted to die,” Amy offers sympathetically.
Shaking my head, I meet her eyes, “No one ever wants to die. They are just more terrified of living than death.”
Amy doesn’t say anything else, but I can tell she knows what I mean. It took me a long time to figure that out for myself. I wasn’t always a happy person. Running my hand along the scar on my leg, I think of the last time I wanted to really die. It was just before my eighteenth birthday and I lost my will to survive. I was left beaten and broken by someone I trusted. She found out that I was heir to millions, I was more use to her dead than alive when she demanded a ransom. My father basically told her to do it, I wasn’t worth the money, he left me to fend for myself. That was the day I decided to protect myself any way I could. I adopted a new last name and took as many self-defense classes as I could.
Someone is outside the door calling her name. I guess she spent too much time in here with me. Motioning for me to lay back down on the bench, Amy quickly straps the worn leather around my wrists and ankles again. Picking up the plate, she scurries to the door, knocks once and is let out of the room.
Amalia
Laying my head back down to face the wall, I am thinking of how my uncle Ricardo helped me to change my last name a few years ago. I knew he was powerful, but the ease in which he got me a new identity shocked me. I haven’t used that last name in over a year because it did nothing to keep my
father off of my case. He didn’t want me, and yet he didn’t want to give up his control either.
The creaking of the door pulls me from my thoughts, I don’t turn to see who has joined me in this hell. Hearing the soft footsteps coming closer, I still remember the familiar smell, the familiar scent of Elis’ favorite cologne. Trailing his fingers along my exposed back, I take in a shaky breath, hoping he may be here to save me, even though I know he is poisonous and it’s not likely.
“Will you look at me, my little kitten?” he rasps leaning down next to my ear.
Slowly moving my head from side to side in response, I fight to be able to form words. I feel like my body is shutting itself down to prepare for the blow he will deliver. Running his fingers through my hair, he uses his free hand to unclasp the restraints. I lay unmoving, waiting for what I have yet to figure out.
“Come, Kitten,” Elis commands, offering me his hand.
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