Page 11 of Liberated By Sin
“No,” I wheezed, still attempting to clear my lungs. “Kill me.”
“If you get another dose today, you may never wake up. So I suggest you calm down and get comfortable.”
“Do it!” More than wanting to die, I needed it. I craved it—the numbness it brought. It was the only time the pain stopped, and the voices would quiet. “Do it, please! Do it. Do it!”
Her backhand set off ringing in my right ear.
“I have kids to feed. Your tears and your pleas mean nothing.” She dragged me across the cold floor by my cuffs and tossed me into a chair. “I only have twenty minutes to get you looking like a virginal offering, and your hair is a fucking mess. This is your reality now. Whatever life you had before, the people you knew—friends, family—all of that is gone.”
Magda whirled me around toward a mirror, and I hung my head, refusing to look, and watched as tears dripped down my thighs. She was right. I was afraid of the girl I’d see, the one I lost more and more every day.
Another fog dispersed slowly, allowing me to break through, eventhough I wanted nothing more than to sink and never wake up. Magda must have given in. Had I fought her, after all? I couldn’t remember.
“Nice of you to join the party.”
Fuck.
“I know you can hear me. Go on, now, open your eyes.”
I bit back the bile rising up my throat when his hand fell on my thigh. Even if I had the strength to swat him away, my wrists were chained to the iron bedpost. I was unaware of their drug of choice keeping me compliant, slower, and my mind groggy. But I welcomed it.
Strong fingers pinched my cheeks, breaking skin and forcing my eyes to meet his.
“Beautiful,” he said with a twisted smirk. “I’m a little pressed for time tonight, but I couldn’t pass you up. So, excuse me if this goes a little faster than you can tolerate. I wasn’t anticipating the cuffs, but I heard you’ve got a spark in you. I like that.”
They’d sold me like livestock to a man who would take the last strip of my dignity. Inside my mind, I was screaming, clawing for freedom. But bound and drugged, I was helpless to save myself.
I jolted when he pinched my nipple.
“Stop,” I whispered as he tweaked harder. “No, stop!”
“It’s okay,” he reassured me, ignoring my cries and kissing my neck.
“No…no, please.”
“Relax.” His growl echoed in my ear as he cupped between my legs.
“Stop!”
Coarse fingers split me open and slid toward my entrance.
“I’d love to feel how tight you are, sweetheart, but I need to see how pretty you bleed on my cock.”
Oh, god.
He jumped off the bed and stripped, stroking himself as he stared with lecherous eyes.
“Please, don’t.” I shook my head and turned away. But I should have known better. Never take your eyes off the enemy. He flipped me over and hauled me to my knees, slapping my thighs farther apart. “Stop! You son of a bitch!”
I heard him spit and he slapped my ass three times until my skin felt like he’d set it on fire.
Yelping into the mattress, I tried to wriggle free, but he held my hips and draped his body over mine. “Relax,” he rasped into my ear, his dick at my entrance.
“No! Don’t—”
The words died in my throat when he mercilessly shoved inside. I thought I knew pain, that we’d become well-acquainted over the last few weeks, but fuck, was I wrong.
Red hot flames scorched me from the inside out as he brutally pistoned inside me.