Dead End || BWWM

Chapter 2

TW: SA/ R@PE

Surprise!

"A surprise party? For me?" She felt that she could cry.

All of Mounes friends and their smiling faces faced her and came up to her with open arms. Her parents made their way out of the crowd with smiles and a cake.

"Happy birthday, my sweet girl." Her mothers beautiful face was in her sight and it made her heart swell.

She then looked to the right and saw her father with a proud look on his face as he stood next to her mother.

She couldn't ask for a better life. Except this wasn't real.

It had been 10 days since Moune Martin was taken by a strange man.

After the man received that phone call he never came back that night. He came back the next morning giving her a plate of food and then left.

That night, however, he came back with food for a price. The only way she was able to eat that night was if she gave in to his perverted fantasies.

He kissed her, touched her, and touched himself that night. When he was satisfied he left the food and then left the room.

Moune couldn't eat. She felt disgusted with herself and with him. She moved the plate away from her and laid down on the bed.

The next few days he had done the same thing everytime he brought her food. But today he had gone farther than before.

He had put the food on the bedside table and had her pinned down and completely naked as he kissed alongside her neck making his way down her body. He brought his lips back
Up to her face and kissed her just roughly as the first time. She kissed him back purely for the food she will be given afterwards.

He gives her such little food to make her more submissive to his advances. Needless to say, she was starving. At this point she hasn't had a full meal in 6 days and was ready to sell her dignity for just a sip of water.

The man was pleased with her physical response and wanted to take it farther. He knew she wouldn't refuse him now. She was hungry and thirsty which meant she was desperate.

He smirked as he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He reached down unbuckling and unzipping his pants loud enough for Moune to hear. Her eyes are wide open with shock and she tries to push him away with her tied up hands, but it only made the man go faster and get more aroused.

"The more you fight the more I want you." He leaned down close to her ear and bit it slightly.

Moune whimpered and felt her eyes burn once again as now familiar tears wet her face. He grabbed her face making her look at him as he violated her.

"I want you to call me Sir. Always call me Sir, got it?" He started to sound out of breathe as he started to get harder and harder.

He chuckles a bit not even waiting or forcing a response out of her. He looks down at her with amusement.

"Just endure it." He says before forcing himself onto her.

She cries the whole time only making him more and more aroused meaning he gained more and more energy. She thought it would never end and decides nothing was worth that pain and humiliation.

With every thrust he would whisper that he loved her, but it only made her want to throw up. How could he do this to someone he loved? How could he even love her, she doesn't even know him.

She let out a sob every-time he muttered those 3 words to her.

Another week passes by meaning another week of torture and assault passed. She was hanging on by a thread. She hadn't bathed or even brushed her teeth by herself. He'd do everything. Mainly because she had become too weak to really move.