Chapter 4

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A/N Warning this has sexual content so if your not into that i would skip this chapter.

"what the hell do you mean by that?" i screamed

They both chuckled evil laughs while leaving the basement with me still tied up. What the hell was so funny? I dont like this at all they have done horrible things to me but this is low even for them.

(a few hours later)

I heard the basement door open then close. Ugh finaly my hands where burning from being in the same position for so long but the figure that appeard wasnt mother or dad it was an Unfamiliar man He had on a suit and tie he looked to be in his mid 20's with short black hair, muscular. He looked like a business man he was kind of cute what would someone like him be doing here?

then it hit me the words my mother said poped into my mind "she wants to act like a prastotute....lets let her be one" They wouldnt!...Of course they would they are heartless and cruel, they always have been.

He slowly walked towrds me i wanted to get out of there, to run but i couldnt move. I struggled trying to pull my hands free but it was no use.

"Hey-hey its ok I'm not going to hurt you....if you listen" he said in a sweet voice but with an evil smirk on his face That sent chills running through my body.

"please...just go away" i pleaded not wanting him anywhere near me. He slaped me really hard across the face.

Wow his sweetness sure went away fast.

"DON'T EVER..talk to me like that again besides since im paying your parents said i can do whatever i pleas"

Those bastards are really treating me into a prostotute!

"please just dont touch me" i begged still yanking at my arms that wont come free.

I have so many unplesent thaughts running through my head i cant breath, my heart is racing more and more with every step He takes.

He starts caresing my face then my lips. His hand work their way down to my breast then my pants touching me every where.

I bite my lip trying to hold back my tears and vomit, which was impossable the feeling of his hands on me makes me sick.

He starts pulling at the button on my pants while he was trying to get them off of me i started kicking and screaming, i kicked him right in the face but he was uneffected by it, he punched me in the stomach makeing me gasp for air which gave him the oppertunity to pull my pants off compleatly now i was only in my panties and oversized t-shirt.

"you si-sick son of a bitch"

I gasped out.

He grabed my neck with one hand and pulled my panties down with the other

and wisperd

"Do what i say or ill beat you so bad you'll wish you where DEAD!"

I already wish i was dead, what the hell do i have to live for? But I realised there is no point in fighting him it will be better and hopefuly quicker if i obey.

He pulls my shirt over mu head and His hands Start carresing my breast again then he brings his head down and starts sucking on them with one hand on my "area" Trying to get me wet.

"open your legs wider" he said like it was nothing.

"NO" i answerd in the same tone.

He started chocking me tighter.

"NOW WHORE" he grawld

While placing his free hand

on my thigh digging his nails into them.

I opend my legs as he commanded He slowly enterd me. The pain was unberable i could feel myself ripping with every thrust i cant control my tears or my scream i feel so helpless i just want this to be over

( two hours later)

his moans got louder and uncontrolable Then with a few more hard thrusts i felt him burst inside me. I feel so dirty so violated so..used

He pulled his pants up then reached in his pocket and pulled out a wallet throwing two hundred at me.

"it was worth it.. You are tight for a slut" he said with a smirk then turned and walked off.

My whole body was aching the pain im in is unbearable i have that needle feeling going through my hands, i feel wet and sticky, i can feel blood flowing down my legs

And my "area" is in so much pain. I try to get comterble but its no use.

The only thing i want right now is to sleep....sleep and never wake up but im not thay lucky. I just hang here by my hands crying for hours before sleep slowly pulls me in.

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