Hostage.

Chapter Nine

A few days had passed and it was the same routine, Rocco hadn't been around since and now I'm starting to wonder if I want him around at all.

All I wanted was to be loved by him, to be wanted, but maybe I was asking for too much? I waited for him, I trusted him, I cried for him, I begged him, I had nothing left in me for him, but somehow he got into my head and I just couldn't give up on the idea of him.

It was getting to the point I couldn't stand anymore, I was passing out and sleeping nearly all day and night, it was getting so exhausting, even breathing was harder, I looked at the baggy of pills and poured them into my hand before counting, twelve.
How much damage can twelve do? I know this was the last thing he expected me to do when giving me these tablets but what else can I do? I already feel like I'm on deaths doorstep, so even if they don't kill me, or at least comatose me, I won't feel anything.

I swallowed each one with so much struggle before laying down, I looked up at the ceiling and let every memory of Rocco and I flood back, tears fell as my emotions run wild. I felt the heaviness gradually build and I prepared myself for the sleep of my life, the best one yet to come.

I closed my eyes feeling my body floating as the door slammed open. Someone was walking in holding something but I couldn't see who, my vision was too blurry by this point. I heard what sounded like a tray drop onto the ground as the figure came rushing to my side. It was Jensen.
"Hold on Elizabeth, hold on" He hushed as he swept me up in his arms like I was nothing, I felt as he ran through the hallway heading straight for a different area I had never seen before, but I couldn't pay too much attention as
I was in and out of consciousness.
"Boss"
"Not now-" Roccos angry voice rang.
"Boss we have an issue" Jensen said more sternly. "Fuck!" He hissed.
"I-I" I tried to speak but it was so hard, I had never felt this weak before or this dried out.
"I'm sorry" I whispered feeling tears burn my eyes just before I felt my body being yanked down to the floor, I was leaning against someone warm body for a couple of seconds before I felt their fingers down my throat, I began to cough and choke feeling the bile rise up I shoved his hand away in a weak attempt before I fell forward onto my hands throwing up onto his floor, I felt one of his hands grab my hair in a bunch and hold it together out of my face as his other hand cane round again and back down my throat as he pulled my hair back slightly, I began to choke again as I threw up twice again and dry heaved twice after. Even though we could all tell I was done he continued, but this time he pulled my hair back harder and fast and his fingers were deeper and more aggressive.
"Boss"
He continued with a dark look in his eyes.
"Boss!" Jensen yelled making him stop, I fell forward again coughing and gasping as he froze behind me. "I think she's good" Jensen said with worry written all over his face.
"Jensen I'd like you to leave" He said not looking away from me for even a second. I heard the door close behind me, I was too scared to look away from him, I felt like I was in a horror movie.

"Stand up" He said so sternly I automatically complied "Stand in front of the table" I done as he said, even though I was still wobbly on my legs, I took deep breaths trying to keep myself calm but that was all thrown out of the window when he bent me over the table, I was expecting the worst when he pulled my underwear down, I was in shock, but the thing that came next shocked me more.

"I'm going to spank you" I lost my breath at his words. "I will do it ten times and you will count each whip, understood?" He asked, his clearly more dominant side coming out, as scared as I was I knew a reaction would bring it on more.

I gasped and quickly bit my lip trying to hold in my screams as he struck me the first time.
"Count" He growled.
"One" I breathed out trying to hold myself together.
By the sixth strike my eyes were stinging with tears as I just wanted him to stop, by eight I collapsed on the table and by ten he finally stopped.
I gasped for air after what felt like forever without it, I was so tense for the pain that I forgot to breathe most the time.

I ignored his presence behind me as I tried to compose myself, if my behind looks as bad as it feels I can only imagine the field day his having. I heard as he unbuckled his belt and then his buttons, I froze for a split second before moving to get up only to be pushed back down.
"Rocco" I whimpered scared of how this would go. I felt a slap against my cheek where he had already whipped I cried out with pain as he pushed himself into me. He harshly kept grabbing and slapping making me cry and scream, this only turned him on more.
Even though the beatings hurt the sex still felt good, I could never deny that, but that doesn't mean I don't feel used, and taken advantage off.

His hands finally left my behind alone moving up towards my bra, his hands slid underneath as he grabbed onto both my breasts with each hand, he massaged my nipples as he pulled me upwards closer to him. I could feel myself clenching meaning I wasn't going hold out much longer and I guess he felt it as well as he done everything with a lot more effort. I collapsed back onto the table as my legs began to wobble, I tried to balance myself but it was no use, I fell down only for him to catch me, but once he did I noticed his window, the curtains had been taken down, the light was on, and Nate was standing in my bedroom watching the whole thing. I pushed Rocco away from me and began to cry.

He doesn't want me!
He just wants to use me!