Cannabis

Chapter 18

I feel insensate as that devil violated my unguarded body, his claws marking my skin as his own property. I lay on the bed, my onyx eyes fixated to to the whitewashed ceiling, my soul long dead in a cold, damp, proverbial dungeon. I feel everything he's doing to me, every touch, every bite, every cuss word aimed at me, but I still don't stop him. It's futile, my defenses stand no chance against a hell-hound like him. I just want it to be over. I am laying down, trying to fathom a way to get used to it. But even after getting my chastity robbed off by my step-father, I can't bring myself to it. 

What am I supposed to do right now? Am I supposed to fight him off? Am I supposed to cry out loud when he inflicts pain on me? Am I supposed to like whatever he's doing? Am I supposed to be violated like this?!

AARGH!!

I felt a stinging pain in my abdomen, which made me snap out of my trance. My eyes widened as I comprehended what he was up to. 

No.....no.....NO!!!!!!!!

My face contorted in affliction as I felt him claiming me in the most ghastly way possible. 

.....no!!!!!!!!!!!

I wailed out as I miserably failed to mask my reaction. Nothing made sense, everything appeared to be a barbaric hoax. My numbed brain lost the sense of time, and I gave in to him, tears wetting the sheets under my cheek.

With a final hideous grunt, he let go of me, discarding my body like a rag doll. It hurt everywhere. I felt sick to the stomach, my vision blurred, breathing ragged and my voice, lost. My morals were defeated to the dust by him, which roused a terrible self-loathing within me. 

"What a great surprise! You've been such a good boy today. No fighting, no resistance, no screaming. I admit, seeing you resisting me is a huge turn-on, but I like this tame version of you as well!" The wretch spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice as he lay beside me, running his fingers through my sweaty hair. His voice made me barf in my mouth.

"Hey, what happened, Sugar? Why don't you say anything? Like, 'yes, master'? Are you ignoring me?" His voice rose to a crescendo as he proceeded to grab my hair. 

"You dare to show me that attitude?! Do you even have the slightest idea of who I am? I can torment the brains out of you and make you crawl and beg like a maggot!"

Not being much affected whatsoever, I looked him dead in the eye and maintained a stony silence. 

What else can he do to me? Nothing can't be even more terrible than this. If he tortures me and kills me, it'll still be much better than this.

I developed a sense of aloofness and his threats seemed  hollow. The more I remained silent, the more agitated he started to become. 

Sure, two can play at this game.

I felt a sting as he slapped me hard. He was royally pissed off, to my own liking. I looked up at him, his eyes were a shade of burning grey and his jaws hardened. He glared at me with the intent to kill.

Like I care! 

"Do you want to kill me now? Or screw me up once again, 'master'?" I voiced my thoughts with fake amusement evident in it, albeit with a broken voice.

He punched my face like a maniac as he howled ominously. It hurt like hell, but the very thought of messing up with his brain was oddly satiating. I liked the way he struck me, as if I could nearly taste his frustration.

His back arched as he let out a growl, covering his face with his hands. And as he removed his hands from his face, his moans and growls were silenced instantly.

It felt unnatural, as if he were suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes were fixed at the door and he started hyperventilating, as if he was caught in his ministrations.....

OH HELL NO!

"......Dan?!" A familiar voice croaked.

Mama has come back all the way to take her wallet.

To be continued...