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Chapter Eight
Lelu
The girl sitson the dirty bed with her legs crossed. Her back is straight as she stares off into space. Her face shows no emotion, her expression stoic. She’s so still that if it wasn’t for the slight rise and fall of her chest, you’d think she was dead. On the outside, she appears calm and unaffected, but on the inside, her mind is screaming in agony. The crescent-shaped marks from her nails on the inside of her thighs will attest to that. But she refuses to show her fear and pain.
The man brushing out the tangles of her long brown hair tugs her head backward. He has his legs spread wide with her sitting between them. The girl has learned to close off her senses or the stench of his pungent scent will wrap around her and make her gag. Even just the sight of the man makes her sick. She tries her best to keep her eyes from him whenever possible. When he touches her, she forces her mind away. She ignores his grunts while he’s forcefully taking his pleasure from her body.
With her back to the man, he can’t see the grimace coming from her when he runs his fingers through her hair, almost lovingly. These times are worse than when he’s beating, cutting, burning, or raping her because she knows it’s fake. The false niceties are more than her mind can handle.
“Lelu,” the man whispers and slides his body closer to her.
He groans when his naked chest meets her back, wrapping the beautiful length of hair he just spent thirty minutes brushing around his fist. Her hair has always fascinated the man. Since the very first moment he saw her, he wanted to wrap the thick mass around his shaft and jerk himself off. The strands are soft and feel like spun silk. He let her wash it today—not her body, just her hair. It’s especially soft as he brings the rope wrapped around his hand to his nose and breathes in deeply.
The girl’s nails dig deeper into her skin until she feels the trickle of blood run down her thighs and drip onto the mattress. The pain she brings herself is different than the pain the man causes her. She can tolerate this pain because it distracts her. She needs the pain to forget about what the man is doing to her.
Rough lips and scratchy cheeks scrape across her shoulder. Nausea roils in the girl’s stomach, so she uses her finger and rubs it hard against the cuts she made with her nails. Pain explodes through her thighs, and with it, a smile almost appears.
A moment later, her head is yanked back so forcefully she hears a snap in her neck and instant pain fills her. Before she can stop herself, she cries out. Her fingers fall from her thighs as she tries to catch herself from falling backward.
“Stop that,” the man snarls behind her and yanks again.
He forces her head back until her eyes meet his. The anger there frightens her. She’s seen his anger before and endured the force of it, so she knows her punishment will be swift and without mercy.
The man’s eyes flicker to the new wounds on her thighs, and it spikes his blood pressure. The sight disgusts him, which is ironic because she’s covered in marks caused by him. However much the thought of him hurting the girl turns his cock to stone, he will not tolerate the girl harming herself. He’s warned his Lelu before, but obviously, she needs to be taught that lesson again. If she wants pain, he’ll give it to her himself.
“What in the fuck have I told you about hurting yourself?”
His spit flies in the girl’s face, landing on her lips. She wants to wipe it away, but she doesn’t dare move.
“You think your pain will outshine mine? You think you can make me disappear that easily? Do you remember the last time you tried this?”
The girl very well remembered. It’s seared in her brain, and she’ll never be free from that memory. It’s not often she disobeys the man, but the few times she has, she remembers them well from the horror she received.
She keeps her mouth shut, unsure if he truly wants her to answer. After watching her for several seconds, he climbs from the bed, maintaining his hold on her hair. Her knees scrape across the floor as she tries to find her footing when he drags her over to the old toilet. He shoves her to the floor in front of the toilet until her chest meets the basin then grabs the length of rope he brought in with him earlier. Yanking the girl’s arms behind her back, he winds the rope tightly around her wrists. Seeing the red already tipping her fingers sends blood straight to his dick.
Once she’s secure, he takes another piece of rope and runs it around the toilet and then around her waist, tying it to hold her in place.
The girl doesn’t struggle because she knows it’s futile. She’s fought him in the past, and it’s only ended very painfully for her. However much she may be scared on the inside, her eyes stay forward and she keeps her body pliable. The more she cooperates, the better off she is. Whatever he has planned will happen regardless.
The man runs his tongue up the girl’s neck, groaning with the taste of her. Although she’s dirty and hasn’t bathed in days, she still tastes better than anything he’s ever had before. He takes her hair and wraps the long waist-length around her throat then drapes the rest down her back. He sits his ass on her feet, preparing for the struggle he knows will come.
The girl tenses when she feels the man’s breath on her hands. Revulsion has her stomach twisting when his lips slip around one of her thumbs. She drops her head down, and it nearly meets the rim of the toilet. She stares down at the dingy water, trying to push away what’s happening and think about other things. The trouble with that, though, is there are no other things to think about. She has no memories of what her life was like before she came here. Her memories of what the sky looks like, or how the grass feels underneath her bare feet, or the feel of the wind blowing in her hair are so hazy, she wonders if they are memories at all or just a figment of her imagination.
An agonized scream leaves the girl’s lips when the man rips away her thumbnail with his teeth. She struggles against the ropes and gets absolutely nowhere. Before the pain has a chance to diminish even the slightest bit, the man grips the girl’s pointer fingernail with his teeth and pulls until that nail rips away. He does this over and over again until all ten nails are gone. The pain doesn’t stay focused on the girl’s fingers but travels through the rest of her hands and up her arms. The rope is so tight around her middle that each heavy breath she takes hurts her chest. Tears slip down the girl’s face and splash in the toilet.
The man behind her licks his lips, relishing in the coppery taste of her blood. He takes one of the girl’s middle fingers and sucks on the end, drawing more of her blood in his mouth. The girl’s screams are loud, but the sound is pure music to his ears.
Slipping her finger from his mouth, he looks down at the damage, mesmerized by it. He didn’t take the full nail. He just bit the corner and ripped it away, not caring that it tore away part of her nail bed with it. He just wanted the fucking nails gone, so she couldn’t dig them in her flesh again.
The man unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper. His heavy cock falls out of the denim and slaps against the girl’s ass. Pushing on the base, he puts it between her legs where it rests against her pussy. A pussy that has only ever felt his cock, and one that will only ever feel his cock.
When he rubs it against her, she’s dry. She’s always dry, and while normally he loves shoving himself inside her dry heat, this time, he wants something different. Using the blood dripping from the girl’s fingertips, he rubs his fingers over her asshole, getting it wet, and slipping two fingers inside. The girl doesn’t move a muscle except for her quiet sniffles, which piss him off even more. Adding a third finger, he shoves them inside so hard her stomach slides up the basin of the toilet a couple of inches. This gets the response he wanted; her wails of agony.
Pulling his fingers from her, he gathers more of the blood on his palm, grabs his cock, and gives it a few strokes, making sure to coat his shaft. He aims the tip at her back hole and pushes just the head in. Grabbing the end of her hair that’s still draped over her shoulder with the majority around her neck, he yanks hard. He’s forced to stop pulling when the ropes holding her prevent any further movement.
“You fucking hurt yourself again, I won’t be so nice, Lelu,” he growls, pushing the rest of the way in with all his force.
The pain shooting inside the girl’s bowels has her body bucking and a guttural cry leaving her lips. She strains against the ropes and the toilet she’s tied to, but no matter how much she tries, she can’t get away from the brutal force behind her. She balls her hands into a fist, and although the pain in her fingers is intense and sharp, that pain doesn’t compare to the unbearable pain shooting through her butt, thighs, and back right now.
