My little Lily. (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter XXV: The Ribbon.

Warning: INTENSE NSFW THEMES.

Lily Love awoke once more to her own face reflecting back at her, her eyes- eye flickering over her body. Lily wore a pink nightgown that was quite see through and showed her pure white and lacy undergarments, her feet bare. Her face was caked in makeup, light concealer, pink eyeshadow that had a rim of red around it, slightly pink cheek but the most prominent, baby pink lipstick. She swallowed, she was tied up once more but now by itchy ropes.

They were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, her arms were raised up and to each corner of the bed, her legs open and pointing to the bottom corners. She saw this all in the big mirror stuck to the ceiling. Her innocent mind could not comprehend what might happen to her like this. She was tied to the main bed, the place where he had made love to her which was his first move to corrupt her, and hopefully not his next.

The door swung open and her eyes went directly to the source of the noise. She was met by the man's smug face, wearing a grey sweater and a pair of jeans, not his usual attire, easy to get into and out of. Her heart stopped a little in fear, swallowing. He laughed.

"I'll give it to you, you do know how to pack a punch, princess." He commented as he wandered over to her, her voice was stuck in her throat, shaking slightly, there was no way she would be able to gather up enough strength to tear through these ropes. He sat on the bed and softly grabbed her face, forcing her to look at his face with her one eye.

He smiled. "I'm sorry, but really you deserved it." He laughed, "You have been such a bad and selfish little girl, haven't you?" He asked, tilting his head. She didn't reply, staring back at him coldly, pure hatred with a hint of fear in her eye. "You're not going to talk to me?" He asked in a fake hurt tone, "Fine." He reached over and filled her small field of view with her... unattached eyeball. The girl choked on her scream, the eye stared at her dead, emotionless, it was horrible to think that that eye use to sparkle with hope and happiness in her very own head.

"I-I've been a bad girl!" She yelped, not wanting to look at it anymore. He smirked and placed the eye back onto the stand, before climbing onto her. His weight shifted the bed and made it creek, almost in excitement. She squeaked, her eye staring up into his pair, she glanced past him, looking at the mirror. The mirror didn't reflect him, just his clothes, almost as if an invisible man from her imagination was doing this to her.

He pulled off his sweater, showing his bare chest to her, he had no scars or imperfections present there, and the illusion of his upper body being present had disappeared from the mirror's reflection. She looked back at his face, he noticed her look back at him and he gave her a toothy smile. His fang... It had grown back, and it only looked sharper and whiter then it previously was. "N-No." She whispered.

"Y-Yes." He mocked her and laughed lowly. "Now hold still otherwise I'll suck you dry." He growled, her eyes widened and she swallowed. She gasped as she felt his fangs graze her neck as a warning, her head screamed the fight or flight method into her head, her heart going crazy.

"Y-Yes, Master." She squeaked out in fear; he chuckled at those words. He then soft bit her neck with his teeth as she looked up at the mirror, squirming slightly, she watched as a hickey appeared almost like magic on her neck. She yelped as he grabbed her nightgown, feeling him pull it up, blocking her view for a moment as he pulled it onto her arms. "No! Stop!" She yelled, squirming in fear.

"Shut up." He growled, covering her mouth. She continued to squirm and felt the material leave her chest, being replaced by his mouth. It was pleasant the last time he did it, now... not so much. He kissed her chest as she squirmed wildly, screaming into his hand incoherently. He stopped and laughed softly as he moved his mouth away.

He glided his index finger along a fresh scar, before tapping it. It sounded like he had tapped something metallic and her eye widened in realisation. "And to think you're being such a little bitch after I fix your broken ribs. That's not fair. I'm so kind and nice to you, aren't I?" He asked, moving his hand away from her mouth, narrowing his eyes.

The girl spat at him rudely, "Let go of me you mother fucker!" She screamed loudly, struggling harshly, her eye staring into his hard ones. He wipped the saliva off his face and growled, he grabbed her panties roughly, ripping them off. She screamed.

"I was going to be gentle with you but it seems like you don't want to be a good little girl." He growled. She watched as the man unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them off quickly. The girl shook her head and screamed, realising what he was going to do.

"I hate using these things but you'll get a great view of my cock like this." He growled as he ripped open a condom wrapper with his teeth before sliding it onto his hard cock. He watched her squirm underneath him and he chuckled, "I know you're so excited sweetie, just hold on."

He reached over as her head turned to see what he was doing, her eyes widened. She shook her head and she screamed softly, being forced into a cervical collar, then was muffled by a ribbon being forced into her mouth. Her mouth was stretched out by it and her tongue forced onto the roof of her mouth, her screams now forced to be nonsensical words.

Lily was forced to look up at the mirror, only seeing the floating condom. Her eyes widened as she watched it hover closer before forcing itself into her, she screamed loudly, tears forming in her eyes. Watching as the invisible man raped her, screaming for help desperately as her body gave in to the abuse.

Waiting for it to all end.

(I've decide to continue this book after much debate with myself, but updates will be irregular due to my school subjects being intense, one which includes Law. So, sorry. But yay! I'm back!)