New faces, New people

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I wake up with a groan in the woman's arms. I know her name now but it's adds to my confusion . She holds me tighter and I remember last nights events.
-flashback-
"No! No!" I screamed as the girl moved down from my face to my boobs and started gripping them aggressively and kissing me. She tried to thrust her tongue into my mouth but I closed such entrances with my teeth. "Bitch" She snarled at me hitting my face roughly and choking me again. I cry out and open my mouth with she eagerly thrusts her tongue in. "Kiss back"she ordered punching me in the stomach. I groan and kiss back. "Your raping me" I cried and she just laughed.
She chuckles again and says "we haven't even started babygirl". I whimper and she just looks at me with her cold emotionless piercing eyes. I cry and tell her "those aren't your ocean eyes". She sits back confused. "What?" She asked looking at me weird. "You know" I said.
No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes
She humphs and turns away but quickly looks at me again. "So you don't know who I am but you know this song" she asks me nicely for the first time. "I don't really know who wrote it but my friends sing it a lot" I answer honestly. She shrugs and said "The song was written by Billie Eilish and that's me". I look at her in shock "Then how can someone like you do something like this to me. You kidnap me you rape me and abuse me". Wrong move. All the kindness left her ocean blue eyes and it turned back to that cold fathom of cruelty and she continued what she started.
She started licking down my body down to my stomach and I whimpered. "Shut your mouth bitch" she growls. She adjusts her position and I break free beating her back but she just grabs my arms again. "I'm going to be right back you troublemaker and if you move you will regret it". I nod my head in fake agreement and she exits the room. I sit up in panic and look around the room I see a window on the right side and I jump off the bed. I make it towards the window and unlatch it. I push it up but as I get ready to get out I get tackled by her.
She drags me back to the bed and she handcuffs my hands to the bed frame while I try to struggle. But she is just too strong. "Aww babygirl you never learn do you. You might have liked this but now I will make you suffer. It will be a pleasure to watch" she smirked. I began to believe that she was a psychopath and that she didn't have a good bone in her body.
She dumped some stuff on the bed and she came up to me. I felt pain shoot through my sex and I cried out in pain. "Oh you liked that didn't you babygirl" She croons. I'm crying so I don't answer. She grips my face and yells "didn't you". "No!" I cry out. She looks at me malice glinting off those terrible orbs "well then you'll love this" and she gives me an evil grin. I feel a different type of pain a she jams a strap on into me and I cry out. She shows no mercy so I try to pull away.
She growls in anger and just goes harder as my terrible cries filled the room. She grabs a whip and starts whipping my stomach and I lay there and sob. Eventually my body builds into an unwanted orgasm and I came all over her strap on. She pulled it out and smirked. She then built herself up and had an orgasm too.
"Aww babygirl how was it?" She asks me in false happiness while I just continue to sob. I just can't stop. She goes and has a shower and changes into an oversized t-shirt and she put on some boy-shorts. She unlocks my handcuffs and wrapped me in a tight embrace leaving me bleeding in pain and soaked to ride out the long night alone.
-end of flashback-
Billie. I say that name in my head. Billie fuckin Eilish. Imagine if my friend knew. I stopped suddenly, she didn't take my phone. I could text her. I slowly take my phone out and type in my passcode to get in. I put up my friends chat ELIZABETH and type fast.
Help I've been kidnapped. I know it's hard to believe but please do. I've been kidnapped by Billie Eilish and she's abused me terribly. Your friend Jaq
I press send and look back at Billie. I practically scream, her eyes are wide open and she's staring at me.

Billie sits up in bed with a face I cannot read "so" she said, "I forgot to take your phone". I was terrified because she spoke so calmly and showed no emotion. "Y-yes" I stuttered my heart pounding in my chest. She sighs and gets up and I just shake. She gets dressed and comes over to me and I shrink back. "Can I have the phone please" she asks holding out her hand. I am unnerved by her calm behavior and I hand it over quickly. "Give me ur clothes" she says and I comply for I am already naked.
She looks at the phone and nods "good, she doesn't believe you or else I would have had to kill her". I put my hand on my mouth in shock. "You can't kill her!" I said " what a vile inhuman thing to do!" She looks at me with her expressionless eyes and tell me very strongly but very calmly "You can't and shouldn't be telling me what to do. Now get changed we're having breakfast."
I get up shakily and put on the stuff that Billie left out for me. "Billie" I start to say but she turns around and gives me her piercing eyes. "It's daddy, get it right" she hisses at me. I shake my head no "There is no way in hell I'm calling you daddy" I say. She advances towards me,"Why do you have to be like this?" She asks, "Why do you choose to make it harder on yourself? Can't you just listen? I shake my head, "You know why? Cuz you fuckin kidnapped me and your a psychopath".
She quickly moved towards me and slapped me roughly on my cheek before grabbing me by the neck and shoving me against the wall. "This is exactly what I mean" I choke out. "Shut up! Just shut up!" She yells at me. "No!" I cry, and she looks at me with such hatred and handcuffed me to the bed. She left the room and I waited for her to return. She returned with some duck tape and came over. She took a piece of duck tape out "shut up" she said slapping some duck tape on my mouth. 

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