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I come with so much intensity I fall to the ground.

And I vomit… I vomit with the disgust I feel toward him, toward her, but mostly to myself.

January 29, 2014–Day 13

The last four days were close to hell. I was edgy, agitated, horny, and disgusted with myself that I was feeling all these things. But I passed the point of caring. I didn’t want to spend another day on my bed listening to people

who fucked each other and had screaming orgasms. I wanted it for myself. I didn’t care if I had to beg Mike for it. I had to be fucked, I had to have some sort of relief, some sort of pleasure or I was going crazy. I was about to lose my fucking mind because of the tension and throbbing all over my body.

The voices stopped and I knew he was coming to my room. He had never made me listen to those voices when he was about to come to my room. That was the only break I got from constant moans, screams, grunts, and sound of slapping skin.

I waited for him to come. The anticipation was buzzing through my body, making goosebumps break out on my skin. I became wetter with each passing second till he came into my room.

Finally, the door opened and he showed up in his usual manner, “Good morning, Cupcake. Slept well?”

I didn’t reply or acknowledge him, but I was cheering inside. I knew this wasn’t a normal reaction. I knew I shouldn’t have wanted him to fuck me, but I passed being normal days ago.

“Won’t you talk to me today, Angel?” he chuckled.

I didn’t give him any answer, again, but thankfully he knew the reason for my frustration by the look on his face and he was playful enough at discovering it. He came closer to the bed, started to untie my hands and my ankles. For a few moments I had to stay still because of the tautness in my muscles. He leaned into me, bringing his hands to my shoulders to massage them.

Closing my eyes, I moaned loudly at his touch. I was so wound up even a single touch was enough to make me cum, but I wasn’t willing to settle for less than a proper fucking after days of agony.

“I love it when you make those sounds,” he told me. His voice was huskier than usual.

The arousal I felt was making me braver. I sat up, slowly reaching out to touch him on the growing bulge at my eye level. “Then make me do more of them,” I dared.

He didn’t protest me touching him and with the hardness of him under my hand I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

“Do you want my cock?” he asked. His hand gripped my chin to make me look at his eyes properly.

I nodded.

“Do you want me to fill your pussy with my hard cock?”

I nodded again.

“Will you come around me? Will you scream my name when you come?” he asked this time. His voice turned from cocky to daring.

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to if you fuck me this time,” I whispered. I wanted to take my words back the moment they rushed out of my lips, but it was too late. A smirk had found its place on his face already.

“Mmm, you know how to ask nicely, Angel,” he said. “Undress me.”

It was too easy. Even my mind felt like he was giving me a treasure, my body was excited with the pleasure it would feel soon. Both were unaware of the rabbit hole I was falling down. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was the pleasure, the relief I was about to get.

I made quick work of his clothes. My hands were shaking with excitement and also with the need of the upcoming shot of drugs. I was about to get on my knees in front of him. I thought he wouldn’t fuck me before getting a proper blowjob first, but he stopped me, pushing me onto the bed.

“Spread those legs,” he rasped, “I was waiting for you to beg me to fuck you. I won’t delay my pleasure any longer now that you asked for it,” he added.

I didn’t care that I swallowed my words the first day I came here. That day seemed like ages ago. I didn’t care that I begged for my captor to fuck me. The only thing I felt was the thrill as his weight landed on me.

I spread my legs as wide as I could. I was too eager, too horny, I didn’t even need the drug to put me in this state of hunger for his cock inside me.

“Please. Fuck me hard,” I moaned.

He rubbed his cock between my folds, sitting back on his heels. I was so wet; his cock was covered in my juice with the first contact.

“Don’t worry, Angel. That’s the only way I do it,” he grunted as he slid into me with one hard thrust.

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