Uncaged

Heat

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My core muscles twitched involuntarily as his back arched with his final movement. My raw wrist hung limply from the metal cuffs that were covered with hot sticky blood. I held in a whimper, my muscles continued to bunch and spasm. Bruised and battered, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. I kept them closed defiantly, willing for it to be over. I trembled as he rolled off of me, clenching my moistened thighs together. The tangled sheets rustled as he turned to admire the damage he's done.

I turned my quivering lip in the other direction refusing to let him see. His rough vial hands pawed at my breasts roughly. I remained as still as my body would allow. He let out an abrupt sound of annoyance, at my lack of reaction. With a quick jerk of the hand, his palm was wrapped around my chin, squeezing violently. His jagged fingernails painfully dig into my skin. His grip soon became unbearable, my jaw audibly popped out of place under his calloused fingers. In defeat, my red, swollen eyes opened to him smiling down at me in triumph.

"You can't hide from me... I don't know why you insist on pouting, we both know you enjoyed yourself. I take care of you like I always do," He said with a sneer.

I narrowed my eyes at him, letting a whimper escaped my lips as he released my injured face. I refused to let the pure unadulterated shame and disgust that made up my soul to show through. Instead, I decided to combat my shame with recklessness. Looking him dead in the eye, I taunted him, my voice sounded eerily calm under the circumstances.

"You think that just because you force yourself on me that I'm yours, but you'll never get me in the way that matters. I'll never be yours no matter what you do to me, svin'ya." I threw in the word pig in Russian to drive the point home. His face contorted in outrage, making me instantly question myself.

I failingly attempted to scramble away from him only to be met with the loud mocking clang from the metal handcuffs hitting the bed frame. I weakly cried out as the unforgiving metal cut open my raw skin. He hastily rose from the bed and undid the cuffs. Letting my arms fall lifelessly against the worn mattress.

I cried out in pain, his hand roughly fisted in my hair and tore at it violently as he jerked my naked self from the bed. I frantically swatted and scratched at his bulbous wrist as he dragged me to the door. He pounded on it furiously yelling at the guard to open the door. I screamed out in protest but crippling fear slowly started to immobilize me. The hallway floor was rough and unforgiving as I stumbled countlessly along the way with his grip on my curls remaining scalp peeling tight.

All too quickly he mercilessly shoved me through the red door in a heap. I crawled a few feet away from him instinctively, my knees grinding into the unfinished concrete floor. His throaty cackle bounced off the concrete walls, taunting me.

I flinched, abandoning my pursuit of distance and curled myself into a tight ball in preparation for what was to come.

His foul breath enveloped my face as he bent down and said, "You just never learn do you....."

My already bloodied wrists were once again bound, in cuffs far worse. I held in a whimper at the familiar mechanical clicking of gears. Slowly my body was hauled from the ground, my arms were spread a few feet apart with each individual in air suspensions. I screwed up my face, refusing to scream.

My shoulders groaned in protest under the weight of my hanging body, which hung a few feet in the air for his viewing and torture pleasure. Before I had a moment to adjust, with brutal force his hands slithered around my elbows and jerked them in alternate directions, breaking them simultaneously.