Secrets of The Clinic: Consummation (Completed)

Chapter 10: Choke me Daddy

Bryan's P.O.V

Endless darkness and rape are all I've had for a while now. My body screams in agony the whole time, and the slightest touch causes me pain. The asshole fucked me while I was standing and then tied me to the ceiling and fucked me again while my arms held me up. My wrists are swollen and so is my asshole. I bleed at any rough contact and tears escape my eyes for no reason. I'm tired of this, and if I had to choose between death and freedom, I'd choose death gladly, because I don't think I can live with this on my mind the whole time. I haven't been touched today, and I don't know whether I should be worried or relieved. My eyes have been blindfolded for hours, needing some light to not become entirely useless.

"Well my darling, how do you want it today? Want gymnastic style sex? Do you want to ride me again?" The asshole asks me, his hands squeezing my butt cheeks. I growl, kicking blindly, wanting to hit the bastard in the face.

"I want you to fuck yourself and get raped so you can feel like I do. Don't you feel anything when you do this? DON'T YOU FEEL ANY SHAME?!" I scream, kicking blindly once again. Silence fills the room for longer than I can register. When I am about to ask if this asshole was still there, my stomach receives a slap. "Ah! Fuck you!" A smirk is an answer to my insult.

"Wouldn't it be me fucking you? Oh darling, if you only knew what I have in store for you..." The asshole says, slapping my stomach once again. Then, bites are delivered to the slapped area, making the pain even more unbearable. I'm sure I'm covered in bruises, bruises that won't fade away easily. The bites stop and then I am lifted off my feet, carried to another torture room probably. I am thrown to the cold floor and my hands are untied, along with my knees. I bring my hands to my face and remove the blindfold. The room has barely any light, so my eyes have no problem adjusting to the brightness. I look to try and find a way out or a glance at my abuser, but I only find a blade pressed to my neck, threatening to slash my throat ay any given moment. I dare to look upward and see the person I least expected smirking and looking at the blade on my neck.

"Killian? I don't understand... why the fuck is you doing this?!" I scream, totally forgetting about the blade pressed to my neck. Killian smirks deeper, pushing the blade a little harder against my neck.

"You're the reason my father is dead. If it hadn't been for you, my father would still be alive, and they would be rotting in hell for being cheaters and bastards." He replies, smirking even wider upon seeing my obvious face of confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't even know your father for fuck's sake! Start explaining stuff before you accuse me of shit!" I yell, angry as hell. What the fuck is this asshole's problem? Hasn't torturing me been enough? The blade begins to dig into my neck, some blood oozing out.

"Your parents killed my father! My father was psychiatrist Kyle Williams, the man who hopelessly fell for your mother, Ashley Ruin when she was just 16! Ryder Tragedy killed my father and your mother just watched in pleasure. My father is dead for wanting your mother!"

"And why the fuck is that my fault?!" I ask, wanting to know. Killian pulls me up by the hair and literally spits into my face:

"Because your parents murdered my father to save you! And if you die, they'll both fall apart, because you're their everything!" My eyes widen, the realization of many things slapping me hard in the face.

"So, so all of this time you've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to murder me? You've been lying to me from the first moment we met... ever since you knew my name; you've been lying... YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I scream and punch Killian, knocking him to the ground. I run like a madman towards the open door and grab my clothes, which were on the doorstep. Killian's footsteps are close behind me, so I run up the stairs and look for a room with a secret hideout. I only find a closet that looked like a wall behind a curtain, so I hide there and quickly dress, being as silent as possible. Killian comes up the stairs and walks past the curtain, not even bothering to check. I'm going to wait until he goes downstairs again so I can look for a window. I wait for like 10 minutes and then come out of my hiding spot, immediately spotting a window. I double check that Killian isn't around and then I open the window and slowly go down, holding onto the wall like a spider. When my feet are both on the floor I sprint into a run, not daring to look back. After what seemed like forever to me, I reach a convenience store next to the main road, and I look at the map in front of the convenience store. I am not that far away from home, only an hour. I spot an old lady in a chair in front of a café next to the convenience store and decide to ask her if I could borrow her phone since I have no idea of what happened to mine.