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Kinsey

Here Without You

He rapesme again over the breakfast table, but I think in his mind, it's not me on the table beneath him.

“Fucking cunt,” he groans, his hand squeezing the back of my neck and pushing down. “You know you fucking want it. Try to fucking leave; I fucking own you.”

My boobs are pressed flat against the table and my hips ram into the table edge with every thrust. With my hands tied in front of me, I can’t move at all. His grip on my neck tightens and I see spots in front of my eyes.

“Worthless whore.”

Smack.

I’m struggling to breathe and barely feel the hit to my head, and wonder briefly if I’ll pass out before he finishes.

“Fuccckk!” he shouts as he releases into me, warm goo sliding down my legs. After a moment, he releases my neck, but I don’t move immediately.

“Come on, get the fuck up.” He smacks my ass and I jump up. More cum squirts out of me and my face reddens, making him laugh. Pulling my lead rope toward him, he reaches down and roughly wipes his finger in the cum. I try to turn my head, but he smacks me, tugging on the rope so I face him as he wipes the offending substance around my mouth. I grimace and try to press my lips together. When he’s done, he presses his entire hand over my mouth and kisses the top of his own.

“Beautiful,” he says as he releases me. I start to bring a hand up to wipe my face, but he catches my wrist, shaking his head slowly. “Leave it.”

I swallow deeply and, much to my own shame, I nod.

You just need to survive.

I need to believe Atlas is coming. I refuse to believe this is my life.

Still coveredin cum and aching, Eli makes me clean up breakfast with my hands still bound. My skin under the rope is raw from rubbing, and it's hard to maneuver with my wrists so close, but I know part of surviving is avoiding getting hurt. My cheeks flame red when I think of the things I’m allowing him to do to me, and I have to remind myself that I don't have a choice, painful as that fact is.

I can’t help but wonder what happened to set him off like this. Eli was always a wildcard and has looked at me strangely, obsessively, since the first time he saw me. It seems now that we are away from prying eyes, he’s starting to lose it. I can’t provoke him, or I may not last long enough for Atlas to find me.

I finish the dishes and take a deep breath before turning back to Eli, who is sitting at the table reading a newspaper. I glance down briefly and notice the name ‘Livermore’ at the top and make a mental note. If I get a chance, maybe I can find a way to contact Atlas and tell him where I am.

Until then…

I step up to Eli and keep my chin down.

You know how to act, so freakin’ act, I tell myself.

“What should I do now...sir?” I ask, keeping my eyes downcast. From the corner of my vision, I see the smirk on his face.

“Just needed to be fucked into submission, eh, Vixen?” He laughs. I feel my cheeks heat up, but I don’t react or give him any response.

“Good, the sooner you start behaving like a good girl, the better this will be. Since you were so polite, what would you like to do?”

I hesitate, choosing my words carefully.

“I would love some fresh air, if, perhaps you’d take me on a walk...sir?”

Some of the humor leaves his face, a shadow of darkness falling over it as he stands and moves in front of me.

“Not trying to run away on me, are you, Vixen?” he asks darkly. I quickly shake my head.

“No, sir. I wouldn’t last long in the forest. I know I’m safer here.”

He narrows his eyes at me and for a moment, I think I’ve pulled it off.

That is until a fist flies at my face.

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