I wear BROKEN like a crown

5- Think, Thea, think

I knew I shouldn't have acted on impulse but damn, I was scared out my mind.

I kneed him in his balls and rolled off the bed. It was a futile attempt but I still tried.

Well, he wasn't bluffing. I was tied to the bedpost, blindfolded and gagged. It was the most terrifying thing, not knowing what's coming next. Kept in the dark.

My shirt was ripped down the middle and my pants yanked down in no time. I screamed through the cloth in my mouth, not able to move once he sat on my legs.

Hijo de puta culo pesado.

"No, no, no, no, no." I chanted, words muffled, wriggling my legs futilely. They were already turning numb.

He chuckled darkly. "Someone's being bad." He leaned forward, breath tickling my ear. All of a sudden, the cologne became almost suffocating. I heaved, feeling like I was about to throw up.

He started choking me again. "If you throw up on me or yourself, I will choke you until you pass out, make use of your unconscious body, wake you up and make you clean all of the mess with your mouth." He sneered. Tears flowed down my face and I desperately swallowed. I can't fall asleep. I can't.

"Understand?" He didn't ease up on the pressure.

I nodded frantically. I heard the smile in his voice as he finally let me go. He slipped the blindfold down a bit so I could see his face. "See? Wasn't that easy?"

I gasped for breath, wanting to glare at him, but also not wanting to get choked out again.

He chuckled, the sound higher pitched. "You're so much cuter when you just listen."

My eyes narrowed, but I didn't move. I need to think more rationally if I'm going to get out of here.

He stayed quiet for a bit, going on his phone. I inched my legs up to my chest as he's distracted. My pants were at my knees, and with my arms immobilized, I couldn't pull them up. However, I did get some sense of security, as if making myself smaller would help.

When five minutes passed of me watching him stare at his phone, I allowed my eyes to close, leaning my head back on the bedpost. I'm still on high alert, jerking up every time he shifts.

Finally, he spoke. "I cant get over how delectable you look." His voice was giddy. "I have to take a picture. The boys will love this."

The boys? Immediately I yanked at the cuffs, growling like a dog when he turned the phone to me. 'Vete al demonio, bastardo!' I tried to shout through the gag, but the words are muffled.

He chuckled, clicking the picture anyways. "Adorable."

I bared my teeth through the object in my mouth, sending him a withering glare.

He tossesmd the phone aside. "Enough of that." His voice drops against, making me shiver. I need to convince him to un- gag and un- cuff me in order to get anywhere, but the more scared I got, the more my fight response kicked in.

But I was in no place to be so aggressive. He had the upper hand physically. Now it's time to make him think he had it mentally too. I didn't have to force the tears to fall, making my body limp. His eyebrows furrowed before he smirked. "Ah, they said you were more of a fighter. But it doesn't take much for you, huh?"

I bit back my glare and look fearfully in his direction. His smirk grew into a full blown smile, and once again, I'm taken aback at how beautiful he is. it makes it worse. Would they believe me if I made it out of here? Someone so pretty, so innocent looking, to be so awful?

I didn't have to force the whimper that left my mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, grabbing the sheets. "Okay." He gently tugged the gag from between my lips. "Promise you won't scream. At least not for help." He winked and I had to swallow to keep myself from retching.

I made a pained expression, before tugging weakly at the cuffs. "Please." I kept my voice in a meek whisper, instead of hollering like I wanted to. "Off? I w- won't be bad."

Internally I cursed myself when my voice wavered, but he bought it, probably thinking it's out of fear.

"Cute. But no. I like this look." I bit my lip to prevent myself from growling again when he snapped another pic. "They're gonna be so jealous."

I tried not to scream, 'Who is they?', but a frustrated, strangled sort of noise escaped my throat. I tugged at the restraints again.

He cooed at me before standing up to get the key. "Ah, I'm such a sucker for cute things. You know, it would've been much easier if you'd complied from the beginning. All I wanted was a turn. It's not like you're some virgin."

I rolled my eyes while his back was turned. Of course, I'm not. But that didn't matter.

I rubbed my wrists when I was finally released, keeping my head down. I peeked from the corners of my eyes at the window and then the door. There is a glass of water by the bed. If I'm quick enough, I could smash the glass against his head, cuff him to the leg of the bed while he's disoriented and bolt.

I breathed in deeply. It's now or never.

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Hallo! Do you think she'll make it? I mean the whole situation is traumatizing in itself, don't you think?

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