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“I knew you would be my good little cumslut.”
I close my eyes in despair as I fall forward and heave, trying to regulate my breathing. I’m careful not to puke, but it’s hard. Wondering what he’d make me do if I did, makes me want to hurl even more. Would he make me keep giving him blow jobs until I got it right? I don’t know if my mouth can endure another beating like that. Or worse. Would he make me lick up the mess?
I squeeze my eyes even tighter, trying to rid my brain of the possibilities. Thunder rumbles, shaking the ground beneath me. I turn my head toward the sky and focus on the rain pelting down my face. Hoping for a baptism of sorts to wash away my sins and quiet the voices. The same voices that thought it would be great to walk on the wild side, take risks, and seek thrills. Where my wolf was supposed to chase me safely through the woods, a monster found me instead.
The unmistakable noise of him zipping his pants sounds as he disappears behind me out of my peripheral vision.Great, I wonder what he has in store for me next.For the most part, I have composed myself, however, the taste of him still lingers in the back of my throat. There’s a part of me that’s tempted to spit it out, but my mouth is so dry now I don’t think anything will come out.
The pelting raindrops make it hard to determine his next move. I’m about to turn in the direction I last perceived him to be when a familiar cloth covers my eyes, thrusting me back into the unknown. He’s covered my face in the same soaking wet fabric as before, and I know without a doubt it’s his way of telling me he’s not done with me yet.
“It’s time to go. Stand the fuck up,” he orders, grabbing me by the throat roughly from behind and yanking me up. I have nothing to grab onto as my feet dangle freely. I’m in a slight panic until I finally touch solid ground. The sensation of relief is short lived, because he jerks me into his body and abruptly lets go. The forced trajectory causes me to bounce right off his hard chest jolting me forward into the mud. Cold wet soil wraps around my torso like the arms from the lost souls in hell, embracing me in earth’s hold. I grapple for purchase, sliding on my hands and knees when a hearty rumble erupts behind me.
This bastard chuckles and right before I can right myself, he’s wrapping his muscled arm around my neck again, but this time, he doesn’t let go when he pulls me against him. Instead there’s a flash of metal before something pointy pokes at the juncture of my leggings. I freeze and my breathing follows suit. With more pressure the sharp end of the object pulls on the stretchy fabric as he presses it deeper into me. The terrifying fact that he’s toying with me is glaringly obvious. I need to make a conscious effort to not move a muscle, because if the son of a bitch slips he’ll pierce my most sensitive flesh.
I suck my lips into my mouth and bite them to seal them closed. My sex clenches as he ever-so-slightly jostles it against my clit. It doesn’t cut through the fabric otherwise I’d feel intense pain, but somehow this man knows exactly where my clit is. He applies just enough force to dance with danger.
“Are you being a good girl for me now?” Hopefully he doesn’t expect an answer because there’s no way I can provide him one. Well, not a coherent one anyways. Then the pressure between my legs is gone. Right as I’m about to release my lips that I have trapped in a vice grip between my teeth, the muscles twitch in his knife-wielding hand.What is he about to do?
My question is answered in the next breath. Taking the blade he rubs it against my clit which is quickly followed by a harsh slap from the flat part of the blade. The bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs throbs with intensity and I have to strain to keep my mouth closed. I don’t want to give this fucker the satisfaction of knowing what this is doing to me.
“I intended to fuck you with my dick first, but if you make a peep, my dick won’t be what enters you next.” Ghost Face roughly smacks my sex once more but this time with such force I can’t hold back any longer. A shrill rips its way from my throat, shaking the tree tops around us.
Did he just allude to what I think he did? From base to tip, the blade has to be eight inches long. It will carve my insides to shreds if he tries fucking me with that thing. Fuck, even if he only inserts the tip, it will cause irreparable damage. I’d probably never be able to enjoy the pleasures of sex again. Damn, I may even die. An imaginary sharp stab of pain pierces my vagina as images of my lifeless body lying on the cold ground while blood oozes from between my legs flicker through my head.
His hold around me loosens and I’m shoved roughly, my legs wobbling as I stumble forward. The man yanks my arms behind my back, my shoulder blades almost touching each other with how rough he’s manhandling me. I hang my head as I’m jerked around, the rain gathering at the tip of my nose and falling in large, accumulative drips.
His hand binding my wrists together is replaced by something rough. I squeeze my eyes shut at this new addition that has to be a rope. The scratchy and abrasive fibers chafe my skin as he pulls it tight. He must have had it hiding in the pocket of his black denim pants. It makes me wonder, what else does he have hiding in those jeans?
Ghost Face presses his body against mine so the dangling polyester fabric at the bottom of his mask flits across my collarbone. “We’re going to go for a little drive now, Bambi, so be a good fucking girl and don’t fight me,” he whispers. A lone streak of lightning snakes through the sky, as if my tormentor and Thor are working in tandem to make his words even more terrifying.
My eyes slam open at this revelation. Going for a drive? I’m most certainly dead. Every woman who watches true crime TV knows that if you are taken to a second location, you are basically dead. AndIam essentially the next cold case.
The rain may have chilled me to my bones, but his words send shards of ice straight to my soul. If he’s taking me, I’m not going down easy. I scream as I’m lifted from the forest floor and thrown over his shoulder. My cheap flip-flops are sucked off my feet by the mud that was trying to anchor me to the earth. If I weren't being kidnapped, I'd probably laugh at the miracle of them staying glued to my feet the entire time I ran through the woods but decide this is the moment they abandon all hope for me.
His shoulder bone jabs into my stomach as he swiftly makes his way to wherever he’s taking me. I mentally say goodbye to my backyard. To my home. To my children. But out loud, I scream for help. His arms become a steel band around my thighs preventing me from kicking. My arms are superfluous as well, the binding impeding my ability to fight, but thankfully, he has no control over my mouth.
I don’t know how long I’m pleading to be rescued, but before I know it, the beeping of a car pierces the air. My heart sinks with this new revelation. I don’t know why I’m even a little bit shocked. Did I think we were going to stay in this forest of fuckery and then he’d let me go?
Fuck, this can’t be real. If he puts me into a vehicle I'll never see my kids again.
Like a broken doll, he roughly tosses me inside what I assume is a vehicle causing my shirt to lift with the momentum. I skid, my side rubbing raw against the rough upholstery carpeting. My face wasn’t left unscathed. My cheekbone and chin burn from the same harsh treatment. The stench of mildew and motor oil infiltrate my senses. I close my eyes and try to focus but the slamming of a door rocks the compartment like an earthquake confirming my assumption. The man has me locked inside a trunk. A second slam is muffled, making me think he’s probably taken up the driver’s seat. When the engine roars to life, it throws my last bit of hope out the window.
Slowly I become aware of a familiar melody drifting on the air. Pantera’s Cemetery Gates is resonating through the front speakers and when my captor starts singing along I want to scream. Of course this psycho would be into the same music I am. Why wouldn't he? His voice is muffled but I can make out every single word.
To check the amount of space I have I slowly stretch my legs until they are fully extended. Sure as shit I have plenty of room to move. I must be in some type of SUV or van.
The longer this drive continues, the higher my terror builds. I’m clearly just a sex toy to this man, an inanimate object for him to do with what he chooses. But where is he taking me? What’s his end goal here? As our journey drones on, my chances of escaping grow more distant with every mile.
I’m so fucking fucked.
six
The vehicle bounces along on its journey as depraved scenarios race through my head. Depravity inflicted by my masked abductor. The images racing through my mind become more terrifying the longer I lay there. Being auctioned to the highest bidder then being locked in a billionaires sex dungeon did flit through my thoughts for a moment. But then the asshole took a turn too fast and my arms strain against the bindings from the force, reminding me this isn’t a damn dark romance book.
You’re definitely not getting a happy ending, Mickie.
I don’t know if we’re off roading or he’s auditioning for Dukes of Hazzard, but for the briefest of moments, this hatchback of horror is airborne. My body levitates for not even a heartbeat before gravity slams me back down, derailing my train of thought. However, it’s not jarring enough to rouse me from this nightmare I can’t wake from.
Wherever Ghost Face is taking me must be off the beaten path because that first bump was just the start of our off road adventure. This whole time I’ve been cognizant of the turns and approximate distance between them but it’s pointless. If given the right opportunity, I thought it would provide a better chance at escape, but there’s no way I’m in the right state of mind to keep track of anything. The man’s driving erratically, and I'm being thrown around that’s reminiscent of a marble in a pinball machine.
