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The moment I lay my eyes upon her broken body hanging from the rafters is the exact moment I realize I would die for her.
She has the most beautiful alabaster skin. Her body is tainted with bruises and patches of blood, somehow making her even more stunning. Her hair must be the darkest shade of black that exists within this universe. The locks fall down her back and in front of her shoulders, covering most of her face.
I know she hears me come in but must not have the strength to look up.
At least I can stand here for a moment longer and just stare.
Her nipples are a dull shade of pink and slightly raw from Roger's hands. Just the thought of walking up to her and sucking them into my mouth makes my cock jump.
Between her legs is a small mound of hair the same color as the top of her head. I know it won't be there long, though. Roger will have that taken care of. With or without it, she’s gorgeous. I want to touch her, even though I have no right to.
Trying to hide my hardness the best I can, I walk over to her. My mission is to get her to eat something and drink a little water, per Roger's orders. Using one hand to hold the bowl of oatmeal, I use the other to tuck her hair behind her shoulder. That's when I notice the marks of a chain decorating her skin.
I’m not accustomed to the thoughts running rampant in my head about lying with her. I had a limited sex life before I was brought here, but now I want to take this woman to new heights. I know I have to build her up before I break her down. I want to hear the symphony of sounds she will inevitably make for me.
Holding her head in my hand, I tilt it back, feeding and giving this vixen water, and now it’s time to get her down. Putting the two dishes by the door, I go back to her side. Using my left arm, I pull her to my body. We fit together perfectly. The slight curve of her hip digs into my pelvis. I use my other hand to untie her from the beam. Her hands fall to her sides, and she lets out the smallest mewl of relief.
Setting her down on the floor instead of carrying her out of there hurts my pride, but Roger will kill us both if he finds us. Noticing she’s asleep, I gently bring her raw wrists to my lips and brush a tender kiss against them, making a silent promise that I will fix her in every way. I shackle her to the wall, using the permanent chains attached to the concrete. Standing back up, I let my gaze roam over her body before I turn and walk back out of the room.
Putting distance between me and this woman is harder than I imagined. I want to bolt back into the room, unchain her, and run as far away from Roger as we can. I don't fully know where we could go, but I’ll take her away from this prison. I’ll make it my life’s mission.
What's wrong with me? I don't even know her!
Roger must have started to rub off on me. Shifting my still-hard dick under my robe, I head straight for my bedroom. This thing needs to go away.
As soon as I shut the door, I sigh and lean against it for a moment, making sure no one followed me.
I crawl into my bed while shucking off my robe. I lay down, finally relaxing. Spitting in my hand, I grab my dick and let out a groan. I picture the woman hanging from the beam as I stroke myself softly, gathering pre-cum from my tip to add more lubrication.
Remembering the way the bruises pepper her skin makes me work faster. I think back to her nipples and how they’d feel in my mouth if only she’d let me.
I want to touch her.
I want to use her body in a way that only she will allow me.
I want to own her.
Groaning to myself, I continue to jack off to the thoughts of this stranger. Squeezing harder, I pump faster and faster, using my fingers to caress the sensitive area under the head with every long, rough stroke. Reaching down with one hand, I slip a finger inside my ass, pushing myself over the edge as I finally come hard. Hard enough to see black. I end up getting cum all over my stomach and the blanket, but I throw my head back onto the pillow, pleased with my handiwork.
This one will be the death of me. Or maybe the death of my cock.
Oatmeal
I hang from that rope for several never-ending hours before the door opens again. Someone comes through brings me oatmeal and spoon-feeds it to me. It has no flavor, but I’m grateful that it has some sort of nutritional value. I’m barely able to pry my eyes open and look in their direction. From what I can see, they don't have any shoes on, and they wear some type of robe. The bottom of it is frayed and thinned, like it has been worn for many years by multiple people.
The figure moves closer and carefully unties me, letting me down from the ceiling I dangle from. Before they leave, they shackle me to a chain hanging from the wall. I can now see that it isn't a creature of the dark or some hideous minion. It’s a man– a god-like man. He stands about six foot, coal black hair, crystal blue eyes, and a wonderfully sculpted jawline.
Down on the floor, it’s even colder, and being stark naked doesn't help. I’ve been strung up there for so long that my arms are dangerously numb. I have no strength to get up and relieve myself in a corner, so I just get it over with and deal.
Falling asleep is difficult in the silence. Your demons tend to come out and play when there’s nothing to fill the void. Shadows play tricks on my eyes even though that tiny dim light is still turned on, swinging back and forth in its place.
A few hours, maybe days, pass, and in comes that same person, shuffling their feet and sniffling.
I've had enough.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry. I won't scream, and I won't try to run… just please let me out of this room," I croak. Hoping to see the accomplice instead of Mr. Troglodyte, I heavily lift my head once more. A pair of striking blue eyes meets mine. The irises staring at me seem to look into my soul, giving the appearance of polished sapphires. They stun me to the point that I can't speak any more words.
Blue Eyes–that's now his nickname–pulls a rag from out behind him and dips it into the bucket of water he brought. I didn't even notice he was carrying something, because I didn't lift my head at first.
