I scream as Jasper hits me with the butt of his gun, again. He’s been doing it over and over, constantly. His mission is to punish me, slowly, painfully. I wish to God I had just let him shoot me on the road. I should have at least tried to run. Now, I’m here, and quite likely going to suffer a long, slow death. I spit blood on the floor as my mouth fills with it yet again. My shoulder aches. At first, it was a burning, agonizing pain, but now it’s a constant, thudding pain. I guess all the hits to my face directed the pain from my shoulder to my head.
“They’ll kill you for this,” I spit at Jasper, who’s watching me. I can almost see the evil ideas spinning in his mind.
He laughs, deep and malicious. “Won’t matter. I’ll have my revenge.”
“You’re willing to give up your life, for revenge? How pathetic,” I hiss.
“You want to know what pathetic is?” he growls. “This!”
He grips his pants, and jerks them down. I open my mouth and gasp at the sight of his mangled, purple, and scarred skin. There’s no longer any man parts. Now, it somewhat resembles a burn victim’s skin. My eyes widen at the damage I did, but I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry.
“Do you know what you fucking did to me?” he roars. “You fucking ruined my life. I don’t care if I’m fucking dead, so long as you go down with me.”
“You deserved everything you got,” I bark.
“And you deserve everything you’re about to get.”
He storms over, grips my hair and pulls it so hard bits of it come out. I scream and squirm in my binds. My scalp feels like it’s one fire, as each tiny strand of hair is ripped from the skin.
“Stop!” I beg. “Please!”
“No! You’ll scream until every last drop of blood leaves your body.”
He lets go of my hair, spins around and twirls his gun. “Now, what shall we start with? I’m thinking a few bullet holes, then perhaps I’ll make you pay slowly, and painfully. You think just because you removed my working parts, that I can’t hurt you the way I used to?”
That doesn’t sound good. My skin prickles, and my heart begins thudding so loudly I can’t hear myself think.
“Let me go, you piece of shit!”
I’m desperate now, and I can hear it in my voice. Begging won’t work for me though. I already know begging gets him going. It gets most sick people going; it’s what spurs them to keep up the torture. God, why can’t I just pass out? Why can’t my body just know what’s going to happen, and put me out of this misery.
He laughs again. I hate that sound. I hated it back then, but I hate it more now. “You thought you were so smart, blowing off my dick. You thought it would save someone from experiencing the same torture, but you were wrong. You only made me more determined. See now, snake, I can make it painful. Considering you were so fond of being raped, I’m thinking we’ll start with this…”
He reaches into the back of his pants, and pulls out a massive knife. The sick feeling that washes through me in that moment cannot be explained. My entire body goes numb. My eyes go fuzzy, and my ears begin to ring so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. He’s going to rape me with a knife. He’s going to rape me…oh, God. No. No. NO! I struggle in my binds again, nearly snapping my wrists. God, come on.
Jasper laughs loudly again. “Didn’t think you’d like that idea. Keep struggling, snake, you know it only makes me want this more.”
I’m panting now, close to hyperventilating. The ringing in my ears has now become a loud roar. I am still pulling at my binds, beyond desperate to get away from him. Nothing in this entire world could possibly frighten me more than the idea of being raped with a knife. That is something you don’t recover from. That is something that destroys you.
“You destroyed me. I destroy you. Fair is fair. I could just blow off your sweet little cunt, but that would ruin my fun. I want to hear you scream. I want your blood on my hands,” he growls, then he grins. “You know, it was one of your own that gave away your location?”
What is he talking about?
“What?” I rasp.
“Britney, is that her name? Yeah, she got word to me. Clever girl she is.”
Oh, God, no…Britney did this? My whole body trembles. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but this? She handed me to the wolves.
“Hurts when someone stabs you in the fuckin’ back, doesn’t it?” he snarls.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“Oh no snake, I’m going to fuck you.”
He walks towards me running his fingers over the blade of the large knife. I squirm harder. I can’t survive this. God, someone please help me. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and they burn as they tumble down my cheeks. My own saliva is sliding down my chin; I am struggling to breathe so much I’ve forgotten how to swallow.
“Would you look at that. I think I’ve finally cracked you, snake.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I try to kick out my legs at him. Growling, he drives the knife into one of my thighs. I scream. God, I scream so loudly he stumbles backwards and covers his ears.
“Shut the fuck up!” he roars.
Blood pours from the wound in my leg, and I begin to thrash. He lunges forward, holding the knife up to my face.
“You fuckin’ move again, I’ll slit your throat!”
I stop kicking, even though everything inside me is screaming at me to fight. I’m so scared; the only thing I can think about is living another moment. Jasper uses the knife to slice my pants off. I am crying heavily now, gasping and begging for him to stop. He runs the knife up my leg, drawing a tiny line of blood. I cry out, the sound is broken and strangled, like that of a wounded animal.
“I can’t wait to slide this inside you, snake. I’m going to enjoy every second watching you suffer the way you made me suffer. I’m going to enjoy every scream that comes from your mouth.”
He slides the knife up my panties, right in the middle of my sex. It’s not quite enough to cut me, but it’s enough to scare the life out of me. I thrash again; I won’t let him do this. I’ll let him stab every part of my body before he even gets close to doing what it is he plans. Suddenly, he leans back, running his fingers along the blade again, giving me a thoughtful expression.
“You know, it’s funny really. I thought of so many ways I could play this out. I’ve spent weeks thinking of nothing else. I thought about just killing you, but that wouldn’t have satisfied my need for revenge. No, it had to be epic. I liked the idea of shooting you right in the cunt, but that just wouldn’t have completely satisfied me either. Then I remembered how much you loved being forced, and your wise little idea of blowing my dick off sparked my final decision. You thought I’d never rape you again, but you were so wrong, snake. I don’t need my dick to rape you; all I need is something…well…like this hunting knife. Imagine what this will do to your insides? Imagine how this will feel lodged deep inside you. Imagine the pain as I twist it, slicing you to pieces. Nothing will satisfy me more, than to hear you beg. In fact, I think it’s time to hear that begging.”
I shake my head, and my body trembles with fear as he looms closer. He leans down, sliding the knife under my panties. I wail loudly and struggle once more. The pain is nothing anymore; it’s nothing compared to the fear ripping through my body. I’ve never been so afraid in my life. I’ve never been so helpless, so unable to control what happens to me.
“Please,” I scream. “Don’t, please.”
“That’s it, snake. Beg.”
I shake my head, forcing my mouth closed, even though all I want to do is continue begging him to stop.
“So pathetic, just like you always were. How about I make it easier for you? Because I’m such a nice person.”
He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a few pills. I clamp my mouth shut. No way in hell he’s going to get me high for this. That will ruin any chance of escape I have. He leans forward, and grins, thoroughly pleased with himself. The sick bastard.
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I keep my mouth clamped shut. Growling, he lurches forward and slaps me hard. I cry out, and as I do, he thrusts his hand into my mouth, jamming the pills down my throat. I scream and gag, spitting as much as I can back up. The binds burn against my wrists as I tug, desperate to get away. Jasper picks up the gun with a growl, and aims it at my leg, before pressing the trigger. The ripping pain that tears through my thigh has me choking on the pills as I scream. My eyes roll, and my body jerks.
“Swallow them, or I’ll shoot you again, snake,” he roars.
I swallow as best I can, now desperately wanting the pills to make the pain go away. It feels like flames are travelling up my legs, slowly burning me. I scream and thrash, God, someone please help me. I don’t want to die. Not after every breath I’ve fought for. Jasper kneels again, and shoves the knife towards my panties. No, please. I kick out, trying to hit him, maybe I can hurt him badly enough with a decent kick to the head or chest.
“Perhaps, I’ll slice your nipples off first, really get the party started.”
He reaches for my shirt, and I begin gagging again. My head is spinning, and my vision becomes hazy. I feel him lifting my shirt, and I’m powerless to stop him. I am so far beyond fight. I am just a puppet for him now, and he knows it. He reaches my bra, cutting it off with the knife. When he has my nipples exposed, he brings the blade down. I scream again, but it’s pointless, I have nothing left. I’m in so much pain; my head is so fuzzy, I am unable to do anything but scream. The cold blade presses down over my skin, and I begin to feel the intense, excruciating burn as it cuts into my skin.
“Put the mother fuckin’ knife down!”
Cade? Oh God. Cade? It can’t be. I must be hallucinating. My eyes flutter as I try to focus on the room around me. I finally see Cade, coming closer, gun drawn. Jasper moves quickly, pressing the gun to my head before Cade can get close enough.
“I’ll shoot her!” Jasper yells.
“You fuckin’ breathe, and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.”
“Shoot him, Cade, so we can take him outside and teach the fucker a lesson,” I hear another voice say, but I can’t make out who it is.
“I’ll shoot…” Jasper screams, his voice high pitched.
Before he has the chance to even finish what he was saying, Cade points his gun down to Jasper’s leg and shoots. Jasper drops to the ground and rolls, screaming in pain. Cade turns to me, and rushes over, dropping to his knees. He rips off his shirt, using it to cover me. My eyes flutter closed as shock begins to set in.
“Addison, baby, wake up. Come on, don’t close your eyes.”
“Addison? Oh fuck, baby, keep your eyes open.”
Jackson, they’re both here.
“Sugar,” Cade says again, stroking my cheeks, urging my eyes to open.
“Hurts,” I wail loudly, feeling the drugs beginning to bring out my hysteria.
“I know, hush, I know.”
“She’s high.” That’s Spike’s voice.
“We need to finish this fucker,” Cade growls. “Addi baby, hey, I got you.”
“Don’t move her,” Jackson says. “She might be hurt bad. We need to check.”
Cade peers over at Jasper, who’s trying to slide towards the door.
“Fuckin’ move, I’ll blow your brains all over that wall,” Cade roars.
“Take care of him,” I hear Spike growl. “I’ll get her out.”
“Baby, you’re gonna be just fine. We’re gonna get you out,” Cade rasps, then he says to Spike. “You fuckin’ take care of her. Whatever you got against me, it ain’t her fault.”
“I’d never fuckin’ hurt her. Go finish that scum.”
Cade grips my face, coating his hands in blood. “I’m gonna be back in less than five minutes. You hang in there, baby.”
“I’m okay,” I croak. “Kill him, Cade. Make it count.”
He nods, and then Jackson strokes my face, his eyes red and glassy. Then they both turn, stand, and haul Jasper up, taking him outside. I can’t begin to imagine what they’re going to do. I don’t care either. Spike kneels down in front of me, swiping a bloody piece of hair from my face.
“You sure do know how to get yourself noticed. If you wanted this kind of attention from me, you should have just asked.”
He leans in, inspecting the wounds on my head. My stomach begins to turn violently as he begins to gently move me.
“Talk to me, precious. What hurts?”
“Everything,” I croak.
“He shot you twice, God knows what else, and you’ve lost a lot of blood. Your body is working overtime to get those drugs out of your system. We’re goin’ to get you up slowly. You tell me if anything hurts too much.”
I nod, and just as Spike’s wrapping his arms around me, I hear Jasper’s screams. They’re the kind of screams you don’t forget in a hurry. They’re the screams of torture. I jerk and begin sobbing wildly, over reacting because of the drugs in my body. My stomach turns harder, and I know I’m going to be sick.
“Hey, hey, calm down.”
“Sick,” I rasp out.
“Shit.”
Spike gently lets me go just in time. I drop forward and begin throwing up violently. I hear Spike mutter a few ‘fucks’ before he grips my hair and moves it off my clammy face. When I’ve stopped throwing up, he gently sits me back and focuses instead on undoing my hands. I can hear Jasper’s screams turn into high pitched begging. I don’t know what they’re doing to him. I don’t want to know. I hear the sound of a gun, and then everything goes quiet.
“It’s all over, precious.”
It’s all over? Years and years of abuse, of torture, of mental pain, and it’s over? It’s really over? Spike pulls me into his arms when he’s done with my binds, and stands, walking towards the door. Cade meets us at the entrance, covered in blood. I don’t even want to know how he got that much blood on him. I croak out his name and he takes me from Spike’s arms.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I hear him say to Spike.
“Yeah,” Spike says, his voice full of emotion. “Anytime.”
Cade cradles me in his arms, and the familiar scent of him soothes something inside me.
“She’s in a bad way,” I hear him say.
“Get her to a hospital,” Jackson says, his voice hoarse.
“What do we fuckin’ tell them?”
“Tell them it ain’t none of their fuckin’ concern, and if they want to argue, by all means, argue.”
Cade nods and walks us outside. When the sun hits my bruised and battered body, I wince. It’s so bright. Too bright.
“It’s okay. It’s all goin’ to be all right soon.”
“Hurts,” I croak again.
“I know, sugar. We’ll get you better.”
I close my eyes and listen as he shuffles around. Then he places me down onto the backseat of his truck. He covers me with a blanket, and gets in.
“You need us to deal with this?” I hear Spike ask.
By this, I assume they mean Jasper.
“Yeah, appreciate it.”
Before I know it, the car has started. My eyes begin to flutter closed, a mixture of relief and the drugs. My legs are throbbing, my shoulder burns and my entire body feels broken, but I’m here. I’m alive and most of all…
I’m free.
~*EPILOGUE*~
“Fuckin’ makin’ me work extra hard,” Cade grumbles and tosses a bag of food onto my eating tray.
I grin at him. “I’m an invalid. Someone has to feed me.”
He grunts. “Your hands still work, yeah?”
I shrug.
“And your mouth.”
I shrug again.
“Then you ain’t a fuckin’ invalid.”
I pout at him and he grins, walks over and tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Can’t fuckin’ wait for you to come home.”
“I know,” I say, stretching. “Two weeks is too long.”
“Fuckin’ tell
in’ me, my dick hurts.”
I giggle and grip his face, bringing him down for a kiss.
“You know, hospital sex is said to be good.”
He chuckles against my lips. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m not tempting. I’m serious.”
His eyes widen and he pulls back to meet my gaze. “You’re all sore and fucked up.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t need my leg and my shoulder to feel my man’s cock inside me.”
“Fuck, sugar, careful.”
“Fuck me, nice and slow.”
“Can’t here. That old nurse will come in and bust my bare ass in the air.”
“The bathroom is private.”
“Sugar…”
“There’s a chair in there. I could ride you gently.”
“Fuck.”
I shove his chest gently and get out of the bed. My body is feeling better and better with each day that passes. My leg still gives me a little pain but mostly, it’s all ok. I hobble a little as I walk towards the bathroom, and Cade follows with no hesitation. When we get in, I close the door and lock it. Then I grip him, pushing him towards the large chair in the corner of the room. It’s a chair I imagine people sit at while keeping an eye on someone in the shower. Cade drops his ass down onto the vinyl covering, and looks up at me, reminding me of a little boy on Christmas with the expression he’s giving me. It’s that of pure excitement.
“Ready for this? We have to be quick.”
He snorts. “Ain’t gonna be long, baby, I can assure you.”
I lift my hospital gown and drop my panties, and then I reach over and grip Cade’s jeans. He’s already bulging against them. Licking my lips, I release his cock. When the warmth of him fills my palms, I groan. God, I’ve missed him. I climb over his lap, and straddle him.
“Do I get a kiss before I get fucked?”
He grins, grips my hair, and brings my lips down over his. He kisses me deeply while he gently lowers me over his hard length. I whimper into his mouth as he fills me, causing little stings of pain to shoot through my body. The pleasure far outweighs the pain though, and so I keep sliding down. When he’s inside me, filling me, I begin a gentle rocking motion. I tear my lips away from Cade’s mouth, nestle my face into his neck, and breathe him in. His hands go around my waist, and he supports me, helping me lift up and down. I go easily, sliding over his length.
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