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Why are other people here? What am I missing?
“You’ve shown interest in group activities, haven’t you?”
I stiffened. Without a doubt, he was referring to Preston, Texas and Hollis. I’d known interacting with them would have a negative effect. Yet I was just being friends with them, that’s all it could be. Not anything more, due to this.
Sliding his hands into his pockets casually, he said, “Your actions have consequences.”
“What do you mean?” He was speaking in riddles tonight.Just lay it out plainly for me.
Chuckling, he grabbed my chin roughly. “You can blame yourself, and your behaviour for those women getting railed roughly, brutally,” he smirked, “tonight. That was all on you. I told you before, I’ll make it clear once more. Do something I don’t agree with, or I dislike? It won’t be just you dealing with the consequences, not directly anyway.”
A stern expression crossed his features. I studied him, the man I was well acquainted with, so well known. The man responsible for tonight, roped his hand through my hair, winding the brown locks like a leash, the hairs painfully close to being pulled out. I hissed. He towered over me. “Angel, you believed you were the only one.” He tsked.I wish I was. I wouldn’t wish this on anybody else.“I bet your cunt is wet with that show of brutality. You can thank me for that.”
My heart dropped to my feet. Shame, anticipation, and fear tumbled together in a wave, for me and for those women I assumed were enjoying it, that what I was being shown was mutually beneficial. How naive could I be?I hate the position he’s put me in.My shoulders slumped and self-loathing took route.
Guilt pressed heavily down on me.This is my fault. All my fault.
No, it’s not.Another part of my mind whispered.This is psychological abuse at its finest.
Narcissist—one word that reflected him so accurately, a manipulative evil self-serving asshole with no soul. I wanted to scream and cry, let it all out until my voice gave out at the unfairness of it all.
My body froze even more. He squatted down within my eyesight next to the bed, as if this was a normal situation, as if he and his friends didn’t force themselves on two women while live feeding it directly to me. To make a point, and then proceed to come back here, to what? Rub it in my face? Enjoy the emotional torture?
“I hope you learned your lesson,” he stated coldly.
No trace of the friend I knew. Just the unrelenting focus of a monster teaching another one of his lessons, each one more intense than the last. I recoiled when his hand reached out. He laughed cruelly, stroking my hair smoothly, lovingly, yet his voice was strained when he said to me. “Do not letthemtouch you. You are mine and only mine,” he added in a threatening tone, one that sent chills through me. “I’ll get rid of anybody who stands in my way. Do you understand?”
I nodded. I did. He wanted me to wither and die from the roots of the relationships he’d pulled from my life.
Those women…the tears slipped out unbidden, running down my cheeks with no sign of stopping. I pursed my lips together to stifle the cry. He caught the tears gently off my cheek, bringing his thumb to my mouth.
“Open.” I obliged. The salty aftertaste lingered as he removed his thumb. “You cry so prettily, little angel.”
Turning to the masked men, he said, “You can leave now. I hope you enjoyed your freedom being extended tonight and being allowed to play with some different toys.”
He saw them out before returning and untying the chains and cuffs from my wrists. I massaged each one gently on high alert due to his erratic behaviour; my muscles were tense and coiled tight waiting for him to strike. And strike, he did.
I squeezed my lips together to hold the agony that consumed me as he worked himself into me, slamming inside me and shoving a large toy into my other entrance, stretching me viciously as time seemed to slow. His hands roamed all over my body. I’d never experienced double penetration before, and I was positive I never wanted to again.
This wasn’t a rough sexual experience. What was happening was a firm higher level up on the pain versus pleasure scale with no genuine pleasure. It was abusive sexual torture with the intention of causing me substantial pain. To prove I had no value except what’d be inflicted on my flesh. A body with holes to be filled. That was my worth.
Every touch I’d endured added another invisible scar that couldn’t be mended. I wanted it to end.
I felt so much that I just started to feel… nothing.
Blank. Just let me drift away, let me be taken to a place of peace and genuine laughter, with no evil waiting to pounce. Soaking in the darkness always allowed me to appreciate everything that shone.
I slumped over on the bed in bone deep exhaustion, my body splintered with pain all over, inside and out, from the paces I’d been put through and withstood. The sound of his callous laughter throughout the session rattled around in my mind in disgust.
And when he’d finished, he smiled cruelly as he laid into me, hitting and punching my stomach enough times that I fell to the floor, red hot pain radiating throughout my whole being. And all I could think was… why?
I was too exhausted to make the smallest of movements. I was blinded, my defences had been brutally and forcefully crippled in the name of infatuation. One of the worst parts of being abused by somebody you knew was the betrayal; a person who should have protected you, chose to harm you.
The last thing I heard before I passed out was his whisper in my ear. “Your actions hurt others. Remember that.”
Chapter16
Milla
