Sombre

chapter 32

Days turnt to weeks and I was slowly losing every hope to live. I have given up the expectation that someone will save me. I cannot fight him , the harder I try , the more he breaks me. I don't know what he wants , what he will get by hurting me when Preston is his real enemy.

I have begged him everyday to get me out of this room , to atleast take me out of here for a while. I cannot tell when it is day or night . It's like I'm blind.

I sob when he suddenly whispers in my ear. He keeps doing this now. Out of nowhere , he whispers or caresses my hair and most of the time hits me. He has tools which he uses every time. Never does he use the same tool. He says that he made them himself to torture me. He put his time and effort to create this specially for me.

Today , He doesn't seem to have anything with him.

" Shh, lie down " he says and I do .

My back presses against the cold floor and I shiver . I feel his breath on my neck but don't feel his body. He wipes my tears and with the wet finger traces it down my neck towards my breasts and then my stomach.

" I was always a butt man but you have made me a boob man now " he says and takes my breasts in his palm. He isn't harsh today . Whenever he is in a good mood , he is gentle .

" You know , you are the first woman I've been with " he says surprising me.

He keeps rubbing and pulling on my breasts. He abruptly stops and then rubs my stomach .

" Lay on your side "

I do as he says and he continues touching me . He lays beside me , spooning me and putting an arm under my breasts presses them with his forearm. He continues squeezing my breasts and then putting his head under my hand , he starts sucking on them hard. I wince as he sucks on them like a baby , biting and nibbling. My hand rests on his shoulder as he puts his weight on mine.

" Now , get on your stomach "

He again puts his hand under my ribs and grabs my breasts . I have to arch my back to give him access.

" I like touching your breasts when you lay on your back , that's much better "

So when I lay on my back , he tuts and makes me stand instead. He pushes me against a wall , raises my hand above my head and starts squeezing my breasts. He kneads them , bringing them as together as he can and then abruptly letting them go . He wipes my tears and rubs them on my breast . I gasp as he takes my nipple in his mouth , sucking and biting.

" Please " I say not knowing if I want him to stop or continue.

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I'm sobbing when he leaves . I feel ashamed for giving him what he wants and enjoying it . I start banging on the walls.

" Let me go ... Please let me go" I say and cry harder.