Tia's POV
I laid completely motionless in his arms, my womanhood sore and leaking blood.
I was going to have his baby, I have no future to look forwards to, all I can see is him.
Quiet sobs started to wrack through my body, I didn't want to live my life as a sex slave for my rapist, there was only one way to effectively escape my captor and that was suicide.
I knew that as long as I lived and as far away that I got from him, the memories of him would never leave me. And knowing Jingo, he would follow me to the ends of the earth until I died and then he'd move onto someone else...
As soon as I was sure that my captor was well and truly fast asleep, I rose up, his loose arms slipping off me. I padded slowly through the dark room, careful not to trip on anything, going into his bathroom that was linked off his bedroom,
my excuse if he woke up would being that I was using the toilet.
I didn't even bother turning on the bathroom lights, searching through his bathroom cabinets, finding his razor and pulling the small blades out, hissing when I accidentally sliced open my finger. I sat down on the edge of the bath, I'm really going to do this- I will not be coming back...
I raised the small blade above my wrist but hesitated, I was so scared, I needed someone to hold me and tell me everything would be alright but it was late at night and Jingo always locked the bedroom door. I just sat there whilst deep in thought.. Then it hit me, I didn't have to kill myself! If I killed him first, I would not only be doing myself a favour but also any other poor girl who he could potentially come across. It would be risky but I had nothing more to lose, he had taken everything I was and pulled me apart and now it was my turn to return the favour.
He didn't even hear me coming.
I stood over him, tightly gripping the razor, before becoming a police officer I was a medical scientist and I had learned just where to cut and how.
His jugular would do wonderfully, I'll cut his so that he feels pain and bleeds out quickly, giving me a chance to escape.
I lowered the blade to his throat when a strong hand shot out and gripped my wrist so tightly that I was convinced that my ulna and radius bones within my arm would be crushed together.
I screamed, unable to even move my hand, "you fucking asshole!! Just die!!!" I yelled.
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Jingo's POV
As soon as I felt that sharp pain in my neck, I grabbed the source of the pain, growling, blood dripping down my thick neck.
It was only a small nick but she had still cut my skin.
"You're going to fucking get a beating for this.." I spoke low in a deep and raspy voice, feeling her bones starting to give way.
"You've given me no other choice."
I lifted her up by the leather collar locked around her neck, dragging her out of my room to the bathroom, shoving her face into the toilet, watching as she fought and fought against me, stupid girl. Save your strength. There is so much more fun to be had. Boy was that girl a fighter, raking her long nails down my arms and kicking her legs but eventually just like everyone else, she went still, now unconscious.
I pulled her head out, lifting her naked body out, bounding her up and putting her inside a sleeping bag to keep her safe from being seen and from the cold wind, strapping her down to the back of my motorbike after packing my stuff. My plan was to take her to another hidden bunker of mine somewhere far away, this was necessary because eventually the police will track down where she last was and follow the tyre tracks in the dirt.
I sped down the highway, stopping every once in a few hours to rest and refill my gas tank, keeping Tia quiet by gagging her. I was at my destination by midnight , it was freezing and raining down with snow. I had to pull with all my might to unlock the hatch on the garage door, wheeling my motorbike in with Tia and all my belongings, shutting the door. Everything was pitch black so I used my lighter, walking down into the basement, turning on the self-sufficient power generators, a low hum filling the room and the ancient gears started to turn and grind.
The rustic lights flickered on one by one with a buzz until eventually the whole bunker was on. I turned on the hot water pump, growling, I would definitely have to clean it out.
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Tia's POV
I cried softly, I was so cold even inside the sleeping bag, my fingers and toes so cold that I couldn't even feel them, through the top of the sleeping bag I saw the lights turn on and whimpered, seeing Jingo as he untied me and took out the gag.
I was carried away through the corridors, this was much like the other building but ten times colder and I felt like I was half frozen.
He dumped me down on a sheetless mattress and pulled me out of the sleeping bag then locking the door. I whimpered, getting up and pacing, my body shivering and my teeth chattering, the small hairs on my body standing on end.
There wasn't much to see besides flaking grey ceiling paint, some old and uninteresting documents and the bed. I froze on the spot when I heard footsteps approaching the door, whimpering and cowering when Jingo appeared, grabbing me by the collar and dragging me upstairs into a closed bedroom and tucked into a large bed. A rush of warm air hit me and I instantly relaxed, my body
melting into the warmth of his bed, whimpering softly and looking up at him, this was unlike him to be showing kindness to me.
"You sleep with me now but don't think that you're getting out of your punishment," he told me and I was too relieved by the newfound warmth and safety that I felt with him compaired to the freezing room that I had been put in before that I didn't even protest, laying still when the man laid down behind me, his large and hairy chest providing more warmth so I only pressed closer to him even when he started getting all handsy with me, feeling my naked body up and down with a pleased purr.
Maybe if I do well in bed, he won't punish me... He stuck his hand down between my legs, causing me to gasp, I was still sore and hurt from when he last fucked me, hopefully he'd be less excited.
I sobbed softly as I was flipped over onto my belly and he laid on top of me, squishing me down into the mattress while he positioned his member at my enterance.
He took me as roughly as he did before, releasing his load into me then cuddling up close and affectionately to me as if nothing had just gone on between us.
If this was my punishment, it was nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be.
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Jingo's POV
As I laid beside my wife after having intercourse with her for the second time, I thought over what kinds of punishments would do the best, but nothing bad enough to kill her as she was my ticket to raising a family and living a perfect and happy life.
The next morning I woke up early, dressing to suit the harsh environment, putting on a thick down coat trimmed with sheep's wool. Some trackpants under jeans and some steel-toed combat boots. I grabbed Tia by the scruff of her neck, lifting the confused woman out of the bed, carrying her outside into the snow, hearing her squeal and squirm to get away from me, "nuh uh uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.. Unless you want to be dumped in the snow."
She went still and I grinned, carrying her.
I took her through the forest, finding a flat slate like rock and putting her down on it, "now for your punishment," I growled.
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Tia's POV
I bawled my eyes out, reluctantly laying stomach down on the rock, my skin stinging from the coldness of the rock that sunk into my body. Out of nowhere, a sudden sharp and agonizing pain shot through me and I screamed, trying to get up, scraping my shins and knees on the rock, I looked back, seeing him holding a paddle whip, my eyes widening. He struck me again and I let out another scream, the pain seemed unimaginable, my fingers and toes so cold that they were numb. I was almost passed out by the time that he was done, large red welts on my back.
I could hear his belt rattling and squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth, laying there numb and terrorfied for my life. He went hard and slow, only keeping me out in the cold for longer and I silently wished that he would just hurry up and cum. He ended with a groan, spilling his load into me, his cum feeling hot and it brought me slight relief from the cold. I was lifted up again, laying as limp as a ragdoll in my abuser's arms.
I still held hatred in my heart for Jingo, every inch of me despised him, the only good thing he was for was food and warmth and that was all.
"When I trust you enough, I'll start letting you roam and you could walk all around here if you wished," he spoke to me.
I just cuddled closer, shivering from the cold and ridgid air, eyeing a frozen lake as I was carried through the forest, an idea hitting me.
