Tainted

Chapter 12: The Sacrifices Made to Escape

Hello everyone, I have a few important things to say before you read this chapter. First of this chapter is Victor's POV only. This chapter does contain a rape scene if you would like to skip over that part you should stop reading when you see asterisks (*) first break the page. One you find the end of the second row of asterisks you are safe to read the rest of the chapter. I just want to let you know that even if you don't wish to read the rape scene important information is at the end of this chapter. Also maybe you'll take a look at the song above. I just love it. Thanks for reading, and please don't hate me. Grab some tissues if you think you'll need them. 

Victor's POV

She left a while ago, and the drug is still affecting my body. The uncontrollable desire to release the sexual energy is painful. I can do nothing to bring myself relief, not with all of my limbs cuffed to the metal bed post. Not only did she have her way with me, she left me horny as hell. I give a light tug at my restraints and groan. I'm going absolutely crazy. I start to cry and sob. I want release so badly that my mind is clouding.

"You don't want her to touch you." I mumble over and over again to myself frantically.

I must sound crazy. My mind wants one thing, but my body wants another. I hate this drug; it's the worst. More tears slip down my cheeks as I realize that my own body has betrayed me. I dig my nails hard into the palms of my hands in hopes that the pain will rid me of this emotional turmoil.

I hiss out in pain and pleasure. The pain brought a moment of release from the drug induced desire. I tremble. God, I'm so fucked up! How could I enjoy physically harming myself? Even as I think this, my fingers press harder into my palms. I close my eyes and focus on the stinging of my palms.

A sharp jolt of pain causes me to gasp. I feel a light trickle flow down my hand to my wrist and continue down.

Blood.

I can imagine the vileness leaving my body. If only for a moment, I can wash away the dirtiness. A sharp throb makes me attempt to hold my head in my hands. The sharp sting of the metal against my raw wrists causes a whimper; it burns. My eyes are losing focus. I don't know how long it has been since I have gotten a good night's rest. There is no clock in this dark, damp prison.

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I open my eyes to the unpleasant feeling of her teeth at my neck. Her hands feel my body up, and her face peers into mine. I close my eyes despite knowing it will only anger her. Her fingers tightly grip my chin.

"Look at me." She demands.

It doesn't matter if I obey her; either way, she'll still punish me.

My breath hitches. Her fingers trail south, teasing me into submission. Her hand grabs my shaft, and with a swipe of her finger, she removes the precum. My eyes involuntarily open as I clamp my mouth shut refusing to give her the satisfaction of a moan. I watch my chest rapidly rises and falls with each breath. Pathetic.

"Stop pretending you hate it. It's rather obvious you enjoy this." Whitney giggles.

"In your dreams maybe." I mutter under my breath.

I'm thankful she doesn't hear me.

Whitney pulls her black hair out of her ponytail and drops the hair tie lazily to the ground. Her bangs are pulled back by hairpins and her hazel eyes stare into mine as she removes her clothes. I don't look anywhere but at her face. She'll just get angry if I close my eyes again; then, who knows what she'll do in retaliation. I refuse to find out what she'll come up with next.