Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 3

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I wasn't out that long; I know that for a fact. My arms and wrists were still sore from being handcuffed to the headboard; then again I was still handcuffed to it anyway. I looked around for the reason behind me being startled from the first ounce of peace I'd had since being kidnapped, and only wishing to be back asleep when I spotted the man at the foot of the bed. I balled my fists up, the nails I had biting into the flesh of my palms as I watched him move about the room and getting undressed. I guess he had plans of sleeping in here next to me on this bed. I watched as he walked over to where I was after noticing I was awake and watching him, this smile on his face like nothing was out of the ordinary here.
I lifted up my left leg, bending it at the knee while keeping my foot firmly planted on the bed as he moved closer and causing me to try to use that leg to cover my lower half the best I could. I watched as he walked closer before placing his hand on my kneecap, the one that was lifted up. "Get your hands off of me," I shouted before kicking him where it counted. I watched as he groaned out from the impact of my foot with his groin, doubling over as he placed both his hands there. "You're gonna pay for that you little bitch," he growled out as he looked back up with me, an almost look of pure hatred in his eyes. "No stop please," I begged as I began wiggling around while he climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist to stop my movements.
I didn't realize he was just in his boxers before until after he climbed onto me. I watched, my pulse rising, as he reached over to the night stand one my side of the bed before pulling his hand back after digging through a drawer, revealing the pocket knife in his hand. I let out a whimper as I watched him flick it open before trailing the blade down my chest to the center of my bra that held the two cups together. I jumped when he stuck the blade under the fabric before roughly pulling at it, cutting it in half and watching as my breasts fell free. He didn't waste time with them though, like he was on a mission as he closed the knife back and placed it on the bedside table before lifting his hips off of mine and placing his hands on the edge of my panties.
"No please," I whispered out shaking my head as he moved so he could yank them down off of me before tossing them to the floor by the bed. "Norman," he said; his voice deep. "What," I asked confused as he moved my legs to spread them wider before moving between them. "My name's Norman," he said as he fiddled around with something between us but my attention was on his face, "now you'll know what to scream out." I didn't get to respond to that as he leaned over me before sharply thrusting forward and impaling me in one swift movement. I screamed out once from the sudden penetration, tears falling down from my eyes as I looked from his face above me to where our bodies were meeting together from his forceful thrust. He hadn't even taken his boxers off to rape me, just simple pulled himself through the fly of the shorts.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned out as he continued to pound into me while all I could manage to do was whimper. His thrusts were so forceful that I was surprised I could even breathe just a little bit. "You feel so good and tight around my cock," he groaned out as he continued, "that's it. Take all that cock like a good girl. Take your punishment for kicking me in the dick." This was supposed to feel good but it didn't, all I could feel was a burning sensation down between my legs as he continued with the forceful thrusts. "Norman," I whimpered out as I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my breasts bouncing against his powerful thrusts, "please, stop Norman." I'm not sure what caused it, whether it was my pathetic whimper or maybe just me saying his name in general, but that next second he was pounding into me harder than before and he angled his thrusts where he seemed to be going impossibly deeper as he did.
His quickened pace and uneven breathing were the warning signs telling me he was nearing the end. My wrists were rubbing raw from the handcuffs and I could only hope that once he was finished with me he'd at least un-handcuff me so my arms wouldn't feel as numb anymore. I felt him twitching inside me before I felt the warmth that came with the knowledge of the fact that he'd just released inside me, that and he released some pretty colorful words too as he came. I didn't get close to an orgasm, nowhere near it actually. I winced in pain as he pulled sharply out of me before rolling over onto his bed and tucking himself back into his boxers.
I let out another whimper as I laid there, sharp pains shooting through my nether region from the abuse it just had to deal with from him. I watched as he rolled over, his back facing me before the sound of snoring reached my ears. I finally let the rest of the tears slip down my face as I stared up at the ceiling. I could feel his cum leaking from between my legs, and it made me feel filthy. I felt more like I should've been some whore than a kidnap victim. More than anything I wanted these cuffs off so I could go and wash away everything that just happened to me. I felt sore all over from being used, but there wasn't anything I could do other than try and get some sleep with the man lying next to me.
Sleep wouldn't come easy for me though. Every time I shifted on the bed, or if he moved, I'd get a pain down between my legs. I was raw down there, I could feel that much, and if there had been some sort of light in this room then I'd be too scared to even look and see if there was any damage there. I waited for sleep to come and take me back to that small place of peace I had been in before I was woken up from him coming into the room. I wanted it to take me there so I didn't have to feel the pain. But I couldn't get my mind to drop the memories of being kidnapped and then a few hours later being raped. I still couldn't figure out what I had done to deserve this, the kidnapping and then the rape afterwards. I didn't even know how long he would keep me around before killing me and tossing my body away like simple trash.
Continuing to lay there, I happened to glance over at him. He'd rolled back onto his back since first falling asleep, allowing me to get a decent look at him even in the darkness of the room. Long brown hair that reached his shoulders and some facial hair too that seemed to be turning grey in places. He was lying shirtless, only his boxers on, allowing me to see he had at least three tattoos maybe more. He had his name on his left peck and two winged demons on his right shoulder. I think, had the circumstances been different, I might have actually found this man attractive. He had a nice home, so he couldn't have been all that bad, but he resorted to kidnapping me, why. I was left with that thought as sleep finally overtook me, dragging me into the black depths of unconsciousness.