Stolen

Part 16: Strip

She breathed for a bit and leant her head back against the wall. But the thought of freedom would not let her rest, and soon enough, Marilynn shuffled across the floor and lifted herself onto the first step by pushing down with her bound arms.

Like this she managed to crawl up the stairs, sapping her of most her strength. She drew in a few shaky breaths before using the wall to pull herself upright. Standing was a little tricky with her tied up legs, but Marilynn made it nonetheless, turning the knob of the door. She hopped out from the flight of stairs and shuffled on her feet across the living room. She tripped over the carpet, falling onto her knees, but when she looked up, there was Marcus.

And he was livid.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted, taking a step towards her. She tried to squirm away on the floor, but he seized her, wrapping a hand around her waist and the other over her mouth. She kicked and thrashed and screamed but as she was bound it barely made a difference.

Marcus dragged her back down the stairs to the cellar and threw her onto the floor at his feet. Taking a Swiss Army knife out of his back pocket, he quickly sawed through the ties on her wrists, but when she made a move to get away, he slapped her on the side of her face. Hard.

Marilynn could've sworn she tasted blood.

Her head was spinning, and she didn't see what he was doing until he tore her bra right off her, exposing her bare chest. She screamed and backed away, or tried to, but Marcus was upon her and had soon cut her panties and stripped them.

She was already stark naked but he barreled on. It turned out that he had freed her arms only to re-tie them, tighter this time, behind her back at an unnatural angle. Marilynn grunted in pain when he secured the final rope which seemed to cut off her circulation.
Still Marcus wasn't done. He hooked a length of rope beneath her knees, bringing her thighs up to her chest and then another one over her shins. He wrapped it around the entirety of her a couple more times, and when he finished the knot, she couldn't move to any extent. He had tied her in a ball and left her naked in the cellar.

Marilynn whimpered, rocking around in her fetters, but when she fell on her side she couldn't get up again. So much for that.

~ DAY 4 ~

She cried all night. Everything hurt, she was alone in a stranger's house, and with more torture to come... she'd never known Everly could be this monstrous. When he had told Neil and Ashlee to rob her house, he'd probably only wanted her to spend time with him away from her father - now, it seemed, she was just his toy.

Marilynn's eyes stung from the tears when Everly came in what felt like eons later but was still all too soon. It must've been after school. She wanted to run and hide but couldn't so much as shrink away from him as he knelt down beside her. He didn't seem surprised nor displeased that she was naked and tied this way, at least, as far as she could tell. He didn't even look twice at her bare body as he sawed through the ropes binding her in a ball. Marilynn unfolded her legs, hoping her would release them as well.

He didn't.

Instead, he climbed on top of her and pulled her into a full-blown kiss, roughly pressing their mouths together. Everly's hands groped her hair, her neck, her shoulders, climbing down her back under her trussed arms until he clenched her ass. Marilynn let out a grunt of surprise, muffled by the kiss, but she couldn't pull away from it with the wall directly behind her.

Everly held their heads together as he slithered behind her, then released her. Immediately, though, he replaced the contact of his lips with a drug-laden cloth, holding her head against his chest. "We're going to have some fun together," he whispered in her ear before the world faded away.