My head goes back, and he hits me with his fist two more times. My face hurts from the fist strikes. It feels like my lip is split, and blood splatters. My eye hurts.
“You’re going to learn to be nice. I try to be nice to you. You’re going to remain here locked up until you’re nice.”
John throws the water at me, soaking my white lace bra. A chill races up my body, and my hair stands up. My nipples get hard from the cold water.
Stupid bastard! I need to stop provoking him. He could hit me more and hurt the Baby. I can’t allow that to happen.
He stares at my breasts, and then he laughs, pleased with himself.
“My, my. Look at these beautiful tits. They look so damn delicious. They look like pink raspberries,” John hums, running his fingers over my nipples.
I fucking hate that he can see my breasts. It’s so degrading that the fucker is stroking my nipples.
“Oh, sweet darling, I want to taste these amazing nipples,” John hums, tearing off my bra.
I feel nauseous, and I want to puke from the revulsion. My stomach contracts, and I want to vomit, but I push the bile back. I can’t vomit on myself.
He kneels down in front of me, leans in and sucks my nipple, and releases it with a pop. He rubs his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, you taste and smell divine,” John says, licking my nipple.
“Yuck! Stop touching me! Let me go.”
John laughs and sucks my nipple again, groaning. He leans back on his knees and stares at my chest.
“Fuck, these are so pretty,” John says, moving his hand to his pants.
“Fucker, get the fuck away from me,” I yell, trembling from fear.
“Darling, why don’t you let me fuck you. Look at my cock, you will enjoy it,” John says, pulling out his cock. He strokes it, looking at me. He runs his hand around his crown, groaning.
Fucking sick!
The fucker does have a huge cock, but I don’t want it.
“I don’t want your damn cock,” I hiss, pulling at my hands.
What the fuck!
I’m going to get the plastic ties off, even if it cuts into my flesh.
“Stop rejecting me. You and I could be fucking. You will love my cock deep inside your tight pussy,” John says, stroking his cock faster, closing his eyes.
“I hate you,” I yell.
“Don’t come near me,” I yell.
I’m so fucking scared.
He’s going to rape me.
Then there’s a loud bang.
Hell, yes, Demon is here to rescue me from this crazy fucker. I know that he’s going to kill him, but I don’t fucking care.
He deserves it.
John's eyes widen, and he looks back at the door. His fucking cock goes down.
