Broken

Chapter 60

I woke up and looked around. My vision was blurry and my head hurt extremely bad. I was in a room, it was hard to move. There were no windows and the door was most likely locked. I went to stand up but I got real dizzy almost instantly. I sat back down on the bed and felt something wet and thick. I took my hand away and since it was so dark I couldn't see. I smelt my hand and smelt blood. My heart started to race and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and they stopped at my door. I heard the knob turn and a light came on. I found the lightswitch and who was in front of me. It was his dad and his mom, his dad was in a wheelchair. 

"You paralyzed him," she cried, "now it is your turn to feel the pain."

His dad left and so did she. His brother came in with two friends, one of which looked familiar. It was Parker. My eyes widened and he smiled. He walked over to my and grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. I whined and he through me on the ground. They all started to kick on me and I did my best to block my face. 

"Stop," I cried, "stop." 

Parker grabbed me and picked me up. He looked me into the eyes. I felt his hand hit my face and I fell to the ground. I held my jaw as the tears fell down my face. Jace grabbed me and they took me to a different room. There were chains everywhere. He grabbed a tight black outfit. 

"Here," he said, "put this on." 

I walked into the bathroom. It has the cups that held my boobs, and a little patch that covered my private area. There was lace and straps. It was lingerie. The three of them were lined up. I walked out and their jaws dropped. 

"Come here," Jace said, "now." 

I slowly walked over to him and put a chain on my wrists. I couldn't move them, the actual chain itself was just a rod. 

"You do as we say," he said, "that is all you will do."

I looked down and two boys walked out of the room. It was just me and Jace. 

"W..who are they?" I asked. 

"Parker and Dale," he said. 

"please," I said, "please don't kill me."

"You almost killed my dad," he snarled. 

"He was choking me," I looked down, "I tried to get him off. I tried and by no means did I want to hurt him. I don't want to hurt anybody." 

"You are the reason my uncle is dead," he growled. 

"What?" I asked, "I didn't shoot your uncle." 

"Then who did?" he asked. 

"The cops," I shook. 

"Why would my parents lie!" he grabbed my throat. 

"Th..they want you to hurt others so when they arent here you can continue," I coughed. 

He threw me to the ground and continuously hit me, "that is absurd!"

He continued to hit my face until he then he stood up and stormed out of the room. I looked at the clock that was lit up on the other side of the room. 2:34, in the morning or in the afternoon. I have no way to know, so I don't know how long I have been here. I stood up and limped around till I found a bed. I laid down and cried. A few hours later I heard the door open and Parker walked in. He was drunk. Memories from his party flashed through my head and I got scared at what would happen. I have no where to go, I can't scream for help. He walked over to me and pushed me up against the wall. He pinned my arms above my head, he had gotten stronger. He pushed himself against me to where I had absolutely no way to get free from him. He grabbed my neck and threw me onto the bed. He tied my hands behind my back and made it to where I couldnt move from the bed. He would continue to matter what though. He put his hands on my waist. 

"Come on baby," he moaned, "you know you want me. I am so much better than that asshole you put up with." 

I cried as grabbed my breasts'. He moved to my neck and bit down. I let out a small whimper as he moved his hands to the little patch of lace covering my private area and played with it. I felt his fingers slowly move into me and my mouth opened. He placed kisses along my collarbone and occasionally would suck somewhere. He moved his hand in and out. 

"You are so damn tight," he groaned, "loosen up a bit. Fuck." 

I couldn't. I was scared and didn't want to do this. He was hurting me, not physically at the moment, but soon to be. He moved his hand away and kissed all the way down. I felt his tongue move inside of me and I cried out. 

"Cry my name," he gasped, "come on Skylar." 

He finally pulled away and kissed back up my body. He sat me up and untied my hands.

"Take off my jeans," he said, "slowly." 

I cried and shook my head. I felt his hand slap my face and there was a slight stinging. I looked back at him and unbuckled his jeans. I unzipped them and slowly pulled them down. He watched me the entire time before grabbing my hand. He set them on himself. 

"Grab me," he said, "now!" 

I clutched his manhood in my hand as I shut my eyes. 

"That is what you are getting baby doll," he smirked. 

He tied my hands back behind my back and he took off his jeans the rest of the way. He then pulled the lingerie apart at the bottom and stuck himself in me. I cried out as he pushed himself farther into me. 

"Parker,"  I cried. 

"Go ahead," he moaned, "scream my name baby." 

"Get off!" I cried, 

He would push into me so incredibly hard that I couldn't help but scream. The pain was unbearable. It all hurt so incredibly bad. He would go really fast and then would slow down a tad before speeding up again. 

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Finally after about an hour or so later he pulled out and he came all over me. I cried and wanted to puke at the sight of him. He pulled his pants and boxers back up before walking out. My hands were still tied behind my back. This is going to be terrible.