Bloodhound - Extras

Chapter 16 Extra Content

   "Well, good evening, my friends!" Thomas called, waving his arms in the air to mimic some sort of grandeur. You glared Levi down, willing him with your eyes to not put your plan at risk no matter what happened. He could not leave that cell, otherwise you wouldn't be able to escape.

"I know," Levi mouthed, looking defeated. His face dropped and he sat on the floor against the wall, where he could see you clearly and you could see him.

"Nice of you to join us," you finally spoke up, the ice in your tone completely evident to anybody who had a shred of hearing.

"We're just hoping for a little bit of information from Mr. Ackerman hare," Thomas replied, his voice deceivingly pleasant. However, your whole body recoiled from him out of habit and instinct. "Something to be able to hold over Erwin Smith, hopefully."

"You're not gonna get anything." You hissed, spitting.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that yet." Thomas crouched down next to you, focusing on the handcuffs behind your back. Surprisingly, he undid one, freeing your right arm, and quickly closing the now-empty handcuff to the ring in the floor so that you couldn't pull free.

"What's that for?" Levi asked, worry tinging his voice. You bit your lip, hoping this didn't mean there was going to be an escalation in the abuse. So far, the worst that Thomas had done to you was force you to perform on him that first time and slapped you around for being less cooperative after that; he'd resorted to fondling your breasts once when he couldn't pry your mouth open and instead just worked on himself.

"She'll be easier to maneuver if one arm is free," the man muttered darkly. You did not like the sound of that at all, and you drew your right arm closer to your chest. "And remember, Mr. Ackerman, I will stop at any moment if you give me any useful information." You held eye contact with Levi for a moment before turning back to the vile man in front of you. His hands reached out for you, grabbing you by the shoulders, and he forced you onto your back so you were laying flat on the floor. While your right arm was no longer cuffed, he had managed to pin it under your own hips.

"What are you--" you were cut off by Thomas withdrawing a knife and holding it to your throat.

"If you resist..." he trailed off, pressing it more tightly into your skin. You felt your flesh break slightly, allowing a few drops of blood to drip down your neck. Your body froze and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing this to end as soon as possible. The knife was removed from your skin and you heard him push it back into his pocket before he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Your teeth dug into your lip as you waited for the man to force himself into your mouth again; however, you were caught off guard by the man reaching his hands underneath the fabric of your bra and massaging your breasts.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of his sweaty hands. A whimper made its way up your throat, which somehow seemed to encourage the man to squeeze your nipples between the fingers of his left hand.

"Oh, like that, do we?" He murmured, obviously mistaking your whimper for a sign of pleasure. You kept your mouth clamped shut, and the man lowered himself so that he was laying on top of you. His weight was crushing, and you involuntarily wiggled to try to free yourself. However, that only rose your awareness of his member hardening by your thigh. Levi's growl cut through the air, and Thomas turned away from you.

"You can stop this," the fat man reminded Levi. Silence was the only response given. "That's too bad for her." Thomas sighed, lifting himself up onto his knees. You felt his hands brush over your stomach before reaching for the button on your pants. Your eyes flew open, realizing that this was quickly getting out of hand far too quickly.

"Stop, stop, stop!" You started thrashing, and Thomas held the knife to your throat again. When you'd settled, he resumed his action, shimmying your pants and shoes off of your body; this left you exposed in only your bra and underwear. The cold air of the basement bit at your skin, and you welcomed the distracting sensation.

"What a figure she has, wouldn't you agree?" Thomas purred, looking over to Levi. You didn't dare look at Levi directly, but you could see that he had his back to you and his fists were closed so tightly that his knuckles flashed white. With a click of his tongue, the fat man wiggled his fingers under the band of your underwear and yanked them down to your ankles. You yelped in surprise but quickly forced your mouth closed again.

"I'll fucking kill you," you heard Levi's dark whisper, and you prayed to whatever God there was that he still had his back turned on the situation. You couldn't see, however; your eyes had squeezed shut again at the feeling of Thomas's naked flesh on top of your left thigh.

"Get it over with!" You suddenly yelled, turning your head to the side in an attempt to avoid the hot breath on your face.

"If you say so, princess," Thomas chuckled, and your body jolted at the feeling of his clammy hands pushing your legs apart.

"Stop!" Levi yelled, his voice seeming to startle the fat man on top of you; you could feel him jump.

"Only if you give me something I can work with," Thomas announced in a sing-songy manner. "If you don't, I might have to send someone else down here to keep working on her when I'm done."

"Just kill me!" You begged, tears erupting from your eyes. Now that you knew this man's full intentions, you craved to be anywhere other than there-- even if that meant six feet under. Thomas clicked his tongue at you and poked the tip of your nose.

"I thought you just wanted me to get it over with," he murmured. Without warning, he forcefully shoved himself into you. You screamed at the terrible feeling that came with it, and you swore you could feel your skin tearing with the force he used. There was quiet for a moment as your scream echoed, and you heard Levi sniffle.

"Don't... cave, Levi," you stammered out, trying to speak around the pain that radiated out from between your thighs.

"I'm so fucking sorry," you heard him whisper in response, and Thomas pushed into you again, more forcefully than the last time. You screamed again, the lights suddenly seeming to burn in your eyes as your whole body became numb. You knew that Thomas kept pushing in and out of your body, but you just stared at the wall to your side and willed it all to be over soon. Feeling returned to you too quickly, and you felt his embarrassingly small flesh start to twitch within you. You knew that feeling, and horrified, you tried to pull away from him.

"Not when it's so close, darling!" The man almost yelled, moans and groans breaking up his sentence. He held firmly to your hips, forcing your body to move up and down to meet his thrusts. Thomas let out a satisfied groan and you felt his member spasm between your legs, a warm liquid seeping out around it. He laid still for a moment, not realizing that he had managed to move you enough for your right arm to be free. With a different scream than before, one of determination and not desperation, you reached up and nailed him right in the nose as hard as you could. Now he let out a yell and rolled off of you. A wild snarl tore past your lips and you dug into his pocket and extracted the knife.