• One Lifestand [BxB] •

06

(NOT EDITED YET)

It's too bright.

It's too warm too.

My head hurts.

Did I forget to close the blinds yesterday?

I just want to sleep some more.

I turn around in hopes of getting some more sleep when suddenly immense pain erupts from my lower back, instantly jolting me wide awake with curse words at the tip of my tongue. My first instinct is to sit up, but something heavy from behind restrains my movement and prevents me from doing so. Immediately my mind is going 60 miles per hour, trying to remember what that could be or what I should do to get it off.

I slowly turn my head to the side to see what it is that is taking my freedom and come face to face with the most adorable and beautiful sleeping face ever. A short stinging pain in my head makes me close my eyes for a moment when memories from last night start to flood my brain.

Skin on skin, Mario pounding inside of me relentlessly, our moans and groans, the torturous teasing before, his massive length and last but not least all our drinks on the date.

Woop woop to me having gotten laid again after a year. The sex had been amazing, I don't remember everything yet but i'm sure it will come to me later, that's what always happens when I drink. I look at Mario's face again, his eyes closed and expression content and relaxed. His beautiful thick black lashes brush his smooth natural tan skin and his lips are slightly parted, little breaths escaping them. He looks so calm and sweet that I momentarily completely forget about the restriction, that being his arm, is still laying over my naked Torso and my small but still prominent apprehension after everything that went on yesterday. Thinking about it I notice that he's naked too, due to the morning wood poking rather teasingly at my still sore entrance.

I don't remember ever being sore, not even after being raped by Elvis. I's hard to accept but thanks to the therapy I have come to terms with what had happened and i can finally remember all he's done without completely freaking out or falling unconscious in the process.

Throwback

"Why?" I sob for what feels like the thousands time today.

"Why would you do that? Why do you hurt me? What have I ever done?!" I desperately cry not understanding what is going on and how my life took such a drastic turn.

I try to move again, but the shackles on my hands and feet only cut further into my skin making me cry out in pain. My whole body hurts from all the cuts, bruises and other wounds I've gotten over the past few days. It must have been almost two weeks by now since Elvis, my once caring and sweet boyfriend had locked and shackled me in his apartment, hurting and raping me over and over again.

I have no idea why he is doing that, what he hopes he will gain, but I can't hold out much longer. I already fell unconscious multiply times during his tortures and my mind has already shut off, lost all the hope of rescue in time.

My face twists in pain and I can just see Elvis looking at me with this sick and sadistic smile on his face before I fall in a fit of sobs and my vision gets blurry from all my cries.