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Small Dick One’s eyes darken further, and I know I’ve pushed them too far.
I might actually die tonight. It won’t be about fighting to survive, it will be about fighting that warm embrace coming for me.
I swallow and tilt my chin back, refusing to beg, refusing to scream. “Shall we?” he murmurs, and I incline my head, trying to retain some dignity.
“Let’s.”
He turns and takes a long black board from the table they must have brought in with them. With it in hand, he gives it a few practice swings before grinning at me. Prior to all this, I used to like a few kinky things in the bedroom, and it reminds me of that… only so much fucking worse. There are no safe words, no aftercare, only pain.
Always pain.
He brings it down across my stomach, and I curl inwards, losing my breath as he smacks it across my arms in rapid succession, which I can finally feel again. The burning agony, however, is starting to make me wish I couldn’t. He slams it into my legs, back, and ass over and over. None of my skin is left untouched, bar my face. I’m panting and still not screaming, but my tongue is bleeding from my teeth and the force of me restraining my own howls of pain.
They take it as a challenge. Small Dick One picks a long flogger next, only the ends of this one are sharp and tipped with metal. He walks around me, and I hunch, knowing what’s coming. I try not to brace, to tense, to make the pain worse, but I can’t help it.
When I hear it whizz through the air, I struggle forward, but it connects with my skin anyway, slicing through my unmarred flesh. Blood instantly flows down my back to my ass and legs. It’s warm, unlike me. Small Dick Two gets in my face, staring into my eyes as the flogger is brought down again and again, crisscrossing lashes on my back until I feel my flesh being ripped apart.
Raw meat and blood cover me, and when he starts on my legs, I can’t hold back.
I howl in pain, right into Small Dicks Two’s face, the sound choked and raw. Like an animal, he groans and smashes his lips to mine, tasting my defeat, my blood, and my life. I bite him, even in my hazy state, and he rips away, tearing his own lips. His eyes are wild as he reaches for his jeans and unbuttons them, pulling out his—yep, you guessed it—small dick and starting to stroke as he looks over my bloodied frame.
I focus over his shoulder, trying to block the pain, but he doesn’t let me as he grabs my thighs and wrenches them up. Small Dick One holds them for him, even as I struggle, and those tattered panties are torn away, leaving me bare. My pussy is cold and dry, but he doesn’t care. He lines up and slams into me, ripping me.
The agony echoes through me until I scream and scream. It’s been done before, but it never stops being the worst thing that can happen. My body is being taken, violated. He grunts as he fucks me. Blood drips from my core as his cock slams in and out of my tight channel. Small Dick One holds me, fingering the cuts on my leg to make them bleed as I feel his cock press against my ass. I close my eyes, letting myself be taken away. I’m not here.
I’m somewhere else, anywhere else.
I see my friends, my family. It’s warm, and I’m not hungry. The sun hits my face, my belly is full, and laughter fills the air, but then I’m brought back when Small Dick One takes my asshole.
I’m thrown into my body, cold, in pain, and alone in the dark. The water drips to the floor in time with my blood, my heart rate erratic and my belly rolling as I debate throwing up on them, though there isn’t anything to vomit.
I’m so cold, so very tired, yet I twist my hands in the manacles, cutting them to add to the pain to keep me alive, to keep me feeling so I’m unwilling to give in.
Small Dick One’s grunts fill my ears, his hands gripping my legs and ass as he rams into me from behind until my body is one giant throbbing wound. Small Dick Two’s hips stutter, and with a dog-like grunt, he comes, filling me with his sticky release before pulling out and squirting it across my legs and belly, and then he stumbles back with a satisfied smile.
I know I’ll be left like this. I swallow, keeping my eyes on him as Small Dick One finds his release, slamming into my ass and filling it. He, too, pulls out, and I feel it drip from me. I almost cry at the sensation, at the pain, at the knowledge in their eyes. I ache to scrub my skin, to throw up their taste, to burn it out of me. But I can’t.
I’ll be left to hang in my blood and their filth. They might send a doctor in a few days to make sure I’m not dead and stitch up my wounds, but until then…
“Nice playing with you, pet. See you later!” they call. At least this was faster than normal. The door slams shut and locks behind them, and I sag, letting my hair cover my face as I blink back my tears.
I will not cry, even as my ass and pussy pump agony and hate through me. I let myself feel every inch, every ruined molecule of my body, so that when I get free—and I will—I will remember this and make them feel it twice as much.
I’ll rip them to pieces. I’ll rape them with objects like they did me. I’ll cut their skin, deprive them of water and food. I’ll torture them, and when they break, and they will, I won’t stop.
I will make them nothing but animals.
Like me.
