Unbound (On Hold)

13. Kira

"Please stop, let me go, please, please. No don't come near me, stop, please." All the men surrounding me were laughing at my pleadings.

My hands and legs were tied, I was in kneeling position my neck tied from the bedpost. My head was ringing from pain and the lack of water and food was diminishing away what little energy I had. But I couldn't let that happen. I had to fight.

"Let's shut her mouth. My cock wants to feel her tongue on it." A man with the raven beard said to the man with blond hair and three lip piercings. He looked at him and chuckled as if it was the best joke of the year. they were all disgusting! 

Tears were streaming down my face. My head fell and I looked down at my body. Bruises on my chest, handprints on my hips. I was repelled by the sight of my body. My sight blurred even more as the tears were gathering in my eyes.

I felt a tug at my hair and my mouth opened to vocalize my pain but it was filled with the filthy cock of the same man. He was so rough with me all the time, I tried to meet my teeth but soon as I did, he withdrew and slapped me and then slammed his dick inside my mouth again, silencing me.

I woke up gasping and  cold sweat beading at my forehead. It's been days since I've had such vivid dreams about the past. My eyes squint as I try to overcome the blurring of the sight around me. My skull was pounding. The bright light was forming a halo around my irises. I blinked numerous times so that I could adjust to my surroundings, while doing so I heard mumbling from outside trying to get up, I had to rely on the closed in walls of the small room that fucking man kept me in. Leaning in closer to the door I could hear more clear words.

"Why did you bring her like this, Alyssa got frightened." a deep voice said, filled with measured concern.

"Oh, come on she seemed fine to me." a voice I recognize too well retorts, his accent as sexy as I heard it last time. His tone almost as nonchalant as it always seems. As I tried to turn and pass out again on the bed my unfaithful left leg slipped because of the five inch I have on and I dramatically fall with my loudly thudding on the wooden door emitting a loud band. For fucks sake.

I felt dizzy, almost too quickly waiting to be sent between heaven and earth itself, but I felt large arms around my waist picking me up, I'm moving and then we abruptly stop. My ass touches something soft, eliciting a moan of comfort. I hike my legs closer to myself and hug them snuggling more inside the soft mattress or couch whatever. and then I drift into oblivion.

One day later

I haven't slept for this long ever, since the day the motherfucker has abdicated me, I've been only sedated and for once in a long while I feel like I'm normal, in my own proper fucking mind. I open my eyes and squint them once twice and as many times to come in actual sense of the reality of seeing myself laying in a bed. I pinch myself hard Ow! fuck it hurts.

I get up and move across the room taking in a deep breath, the room smells like sea. The salty water breeze, the earthy smell of the soil, pungent smell of the ocean creatures and sandwiches. My stomach grumbles. Bitch wait. I move further and lead towards the open door only to me meet by the magnificent view of the bluest ocean water. we were actually in Milan. There was just the vision of the enormous oceaneatic body. Old settlement villas were cornering the vast spread water body. Those houses all looked expensive, just like Mr. Vasilios.