Her Silent Killer

Chapter 20

Warning: This chapter contains sexual violence which might be sensitive and offensive to some viewers. Please read at own risk.

I turned around, and then I fell on the floor and scrambled away from him in terror and horror. And the bad man laughed.
Bad man: "Why're you running away little one? I won't bite you. Okay okay maybe I'll bite but just a little, I promise." He laughed again. Oh my God! It was like I was back in that dark room with him again. His voice. His laugh. His eyes. All of them were still the same. I felt sick. Really really sick! He walked towards me.
Me: "Please please please please." I started to chant all of that, over and over again as I curled my body on the floor trembling.
Bad man: "Ncncncncnc. You haven't changed little one even for a bit. We haven't even started and already you're like this." I didn't stop chanting. I kept on it with my eyes closed. If it was possible I wanted to escape this nightmare... "take her boys. We're moving out to another location." Chairs started to squeak and move very violently against the wooden floor. It was my parents. I could hear their muffled shouts and cries over my chanting. I started to kick and flare my arms and legs very violently screaming as I was being lifted up from the floor but that didn't help. I didn't break loose. Those men had a tight hold on me but I didn't stop. For the life of me, I didn't stop. I kicked and flared my arms as hard as I could still screaming... "ncnc you disappoint me little one. You know how I feel about noise. I don't like it. Maybe I should give you one of my famous punishments in front of your parents to refresh your memory. Mh? Should I do that? I don't mind. I hadn't had my dick sucked in a long while so..." I suddenly stopped and my body went lax and numbness settled over my whole body. It was like all the fight in me had up and left and my body was left surrendering. This was it people. This was the end for me. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to come back from this, if I really ended up being the bad man's captive again. He chuckled... "that's more like it little one. Good girl." He praised touching my face with those hands of his that made my skin crawl... "you've grown into a very beautiful woman little one." He said continuing to touch my face... "you were taken from me before I could have my real fun with you. So now, I'm going to have all the fun that I had planned to have with you back then and more." After he delivered that promise, a cloth was placed over my nose, and I didn't even struggle or do anything, then I was swallowed by the darkness.

When I awoke I was on the floor in a dark and cold basement. It looked like one of those underground basements. I was naked and both my ankles and wrists were chained together to something. It was all happening again. In my mind I was already dead so I just lied there and waited for whatever hell was to come. I heard the door opening, then footsteps walking down the stairs. I knew it was him. A paraffin lamp was dangling in his hand. I remembered that lamp. He had that same lamp 13 years ago. It squeaked as he moved. I remembered how I used to hate that squeaking sound it made. He pulled a chair and sat down in front of me and put the lamp on the floor beside his shoes.
Bad man: "Now..." He clapped his hands and rubbed them together... "where were we again?" He chuckled lightly... "I'm sorry I'm trying to remember where we left off all those years ago so that we can continue from there but my memory is a bit rusty. I mean, it's been 13 years little one." He told me... "how is your memory? A little birdie told me that you're having a hard time remembering our time together in that room and I must say I'm insulted little one. How could you forget our special and magical time together? And all those lessons I gave you? How?! Ncncnc." He sighed dramatically... "I'm really really insulted." This whole time that he had been talking, my eyes had been fixated with the mud that was all over his boots... "why don't we start of with you sucking my dick for all times sake? Mh? What do you say little one? Good idea right? I know." I heard the unbuckling of his belt and the unzipping of his pants. And that took me back to all those times when he would unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, and would force his member deep in my throat. And mind you, at that time, my mouth had been too small to take him so the forced entry would cut open my mouth causing me to bleed a lot. That's why there were times where I wouldn't be able to talk because I couldn't. Even eating and drinking would be a mission. I only ate and drank because he would force me to. He would always wait for my mouth and throat to heal, and then the cycle would begin again.