Kiss

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(Day Three Morning)

My eyes shot open as I felt someone sit on the bed. My captor smirked at me as I glared at him.
"Good morning darling," he said.
"Stop calling me that," I stated.
He stroked my face before grabbing my chin. Slowly, he leaned down so that we were face to face.
"Time for my goodmorning kiss," he whispered.
Before I could react, his lips connected with mine. I squirmed underneath him but he wasn't letting me go. There was no other option. I clawed my free hand across his face and he immediately pulled away. He grabbed his face and gritted his teeth. I tried to move away from him but my back hit the headboard. His head shot to me. A look of pure fury on his face. Multiple scratches down one side of his face. Time seemed to slow down as he unclipped my hand from the cuff. I was dragged out of bed and into the corridor. He kept dragging me until we reached the dingy room again. The cross was still in the middle of the room.
"No," I screamed trying to pull out of his grip.
I was thrown onto the floor. A kick to my back knocked the air out of me. I gasped for a breath as he pulled me towards the cross. He put me into a kneeling positing infront of the cross. Shackles were clipped around my wrists and the chains attached to them were thrown over the middle of the cross. He then put the shackles on the other end around my ankles. I was pulled into an upward kneel with my arms above my head. I tried to pull on them but this just pulled my ankles backwards and I nearly fell forward. I groaned at the pain in my arms. The man came back towards me with something in his hand.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
I shook my head. I glanced at the scratches on his face. He leaned towards me.
"Now," he growled.
I slowly opened my mouth. Something was pushed into it. Whatever it was felt like a ball. It was hard and I couldn't close my mouth. The thing was strapped into place. Then the man walked away from me. I shouted but no sound came out. He whirled around to face me.
"If you think this is bad," he spat. "Then you can't imagine the pain when I fuck you for the first time."
Tears began rolling down my face as he left me alone in this room again.

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