Logan
Every since Saturday, Connor has been 'nice'. Not nice enough to let me go home, but nice enough to not beat me. I'm slowly getting my strength back and my bruises are getting a chance to heal... but I'm still miserable here. I lay on his bed and see flutters of white fall pass his bedroom window. I jump up and run over to the window.
It's snowing!? That means it's already December? How long am I gonna be trapped here?
I stare out the window with tears in my eyes as I hear Connor's door slam. I whip my head around knocking down my tears as Connor walks in with a smile throwing off his book bag.
"Thinking about jumping? You may not live." He jokes as he laughs. He stops as he realizes I'm crying. He stands in front of me and crosses his arms.
"What's your problem? Why are you crying?" He asks. I shrug and look at him.
"It's snowing." I whisper. He nods his head slowly and cocks an eyebrow.
"You hate the snow so much you cry about it?" I put my hands on my hips and roll my watery eyes.
"I can't believe it's already snowing! You took me in October, so that's means it's already Decem-" He cuts me off as he puts his hand up.
"November actually. It's snowing early this year. And you're tracking the time you've been here?" He looks at me and I glare at him.
"Yes, I'm tracking the time I've been fucking kidnapped." He reached a hand towards my face and I flinch so hard that he jumps. He runs both of his hands through his hair and hisses at me.
"Dammit Logan! Why do you do that, huh? Can't you see I'm trying to change? I don't want to hurt you anymore. Can't you see that?" I stare at him with tears still running down my face and shake my head.
"I do it cause I'm scared! I can't see you trying to change cause you still have me trapped here! I won't ever see this situation in a positive way." I shake my head. He sighs and lowers his voice.
"I know, I know... Don't flinch, alright? I'm just going to touch your face." I glare at him as he slowly raises his hand and wipes my tears away. He moves his hands to my hair and runs it all the way to the end of my breast where it ends. I look in his eyes and see lust. I shake my head and try to move away from him, but he grasps my arms, surprisingly gently, and pulls me closer.
"No Logan. Don't. You know I need this from you, I do." I shake my head as he walks away from me going into his drawer for something I know so well. A condom. He holds it up and speaks low.
"I need you to give it to me Logan. I don't want to drug you." He walks to another drawer and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid and a syringe. I widen my eyes at it as he continues.
"But I will if I have to. I'm trying to be less forceful with you. I want you to just obey. Think if it as being a-" I cut him off with snarl.
"A fucking prostitute, whore, slave!?" He frowns then walks up to me.
"Logan! Just stop. Now, are you going to let me do this without a fight? Or do I need to drug you?" I look down at the floor and hate myself right now.
I don't want to give him permission, but I hate that damn drug. I feel like I'm in a dream where I can't control my body, I can only talk, but feel EVERYTHING. I continue to stare at the ground and mumble.
"I'll do it without a fight..." I hear him suck in a quick breath and I look up. He's looking at me with some type of emotion in his eyes. I look back at him totally lost and confused as he leans in, pecks my lips and sighs.
"Thank you." He drags me to the bed and motions for me to get on it.
I get in laying down and hold back bile in my mouth as I watch him pull down my pants and then work on his. I almost puked as I watch him put on the condom. It rolls onto his pale manhood sticking straight out. I swallow hard as Connor climbs on the bed and positions himself over me. He stares into my eyes and I see that emotion again.
What the hell is that?
I don't think about it long cause Connor enters me without warning. I wince as he pushes his manhood deep inside me, raping me in the process.
"Oww." Connor stares at me with his mouth wide open and close his eyes.
"Mmm. Shhh Logan. Don't say anything. If you're not gonna make the noises that sound like you're enjoying it, then don't make any noise." I bite my lip as he thrust into me firmly. His bed shakes and taps the wall softly as he speeds up a little. I bite my lip harder as silent tears stream down my face and neck. I listen to his mangled grunts as I hear him come close to an orgasm.
Now that I think about it, I've never had an orgasm with Connor.
Thank god for that...
I shut my eyes tightly and grasp the sheets as he thrust into me harder and gets closer. I gasp loudly on his last two thrust from the force and breathe a sigh of relief when he stops and climaxes loudly.
"Oh fuck, Logan." He breathes out. I roll my eyes then freeze as his next sentence scared the shit out of me.
"Oh yes, that was the best for us so far. I love you." He kiss my forehead then take his limp manhood out of me.
My eyes stay wide at those three words he said just now. That's the emotion I was seeing in his eyes earlier.
The guy who kidnapped me, beat me and still rapes me, loves me...
And I hate him.
Fuck.
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Far Away
Mystery / ThrillerI breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from...
