Ms.Bully

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*Warning* {Reader's discretion is advised. The following depicts things that can be triggering.}

They are crazy they're gonna kill me I just know it. I try to sit up but the pain in my head wouldn't let me. She climbs on top of me and pulls her arm back before launching her fist right into my jaw. "You just don't listen. I didn't want to have to treat you like this, but you decided to go to sleepover." she said in between punches. I try to shield my face with my arms as the punches continue. When had she grown so strong? My vision grew fuzzy and the sounds of the angry punches echoed through my head.
I don't know what happened after that; however, when I woke up I was half-naked. I still had my shirt on and it was sticking to my skin soaked with sweat. I don't know how to describe the feeling with anything besides empty. I felt empty. The pain in my head and my face was beyond aching. I lightly touch my face hissing at the pain that followed. All the cuts I had seemed to have been patched up. I hadn't noticed the collar around my neck till I had tried to get off of the bed. Its chain yanked me back towards the bed. I cough at the pressure and move closer to it. My throat was dry like I hadn't drunk anything all day. Since there were no windows in the room the time of day was still unknown.
My head turns as the door to the room creaks open. I shuffle back on the bed as Annabella walks in pulling a cart with a TV on it. She walks in with a dress on, black long sleeves with her heels clicking against the floor. She glanced at me as I shuffle away from her and sighed. "Calm down I just came in to watch something with you. If you behave I'll let you go afterward, but only if you are nice." she explains. Her explanation didn't give me an illusion of safety or relief. She sounds like she has something planned, obviously nothing good. I know I can't trust her she's a lying, manipulative, violent bitch. I would be grateful if I don't have to go through another of her fits of rage.
She rolled the TV in front of the bed into my view and inserts a tape before turning it on. She sat down at the edge of the bed watching my face. The screen was fuzzy and static before a click was heard and an image of a body lying on a bed was seen, the person's bottom half was naked. At first, I thought the person was dead but as the image became sharper and more visible I recognized it was...me. A girl walked into the frame who I soon realized was Annabella. I watched in shock as this girl climb on top of me. She was riding on my lifeless body, my eyes were closed and my head bobbed limply back and forth.
Just how low is this girl willing to go. I didn't even want to turn to look at her. Honestly, I was afraid. I never found out why she was doing this to me. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand as I retch in disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" I yell not able to keep my anger in any longer. "You didn't listen." She says dryly
I glare at her "I didn't listen, so you beat me unconscious and rape me?!" I yell, what I wanted so badly was to choke the life out of her. Yes, I wanted to kill her and it would be the first time I felt like that towards anybody. I didn't know what the true feeling of rage was until now. I've never felt this much hate for one person. She shrugs and turns to watch the TV. "Well, you still came...even in your unconscious state. It's fine your mine anyway." She says That's why I felt so sweaty. She's...sick. There is no real reason. My anger boiled in me right before I launched at her. Her head turns and she smirks at me. The chain clinks as it stops me from reaching her. She snorts "All this for me? What were you gonna do, Leon?" She mocks as she turns off the TV. My eyes follow her as she comes closer. I look for any opportunity to reach her. She leans forward a bit before quickly pulling back when I grabbed at her. "Oh Leon, we better fix those anger problems." She said. "You evil bitch!" I yell and she looked surprised by my outburst. "Oh no, I don't like that. Name-calling is very unlike you. Maybe you need some discipline to get you back into character." She said pulling out a phone. "Santi...come here," she said into the phone. My eyes widened "A-anna what are you calling him for? He's gonna take me home right?" I say frantically as she walked away from the bed. "Right!?" I yell she opens the door and Santi walks in with a metal pipe dragging behind him. "No no no." I say to myself "You wouldn't. Annabella, you can't." I plea as she looks back at me. "This way you'll learn quickly who's in control. Know your place. Don't think you'll continue talking to me like this," she said before leaving; shutting the door behind her.
Santi walks towards the bed. I pull my legs closer to my body. He sighs he didn't look like he was having a good day and neither did I. "Look I don't like you but I don't feel like doing this. Just take a few punches and it'll be over with. Anything more and it's your fault." I look at him fearfully more tears still threatening to fall. The pipe makes a clinking noise when he drops it to the ground making me flinch at the sound. I still don't feel relieved when he pulls my leg towards him. "Just stay still," he says as he lifts his arm pulling it back before planting a fat punch across my face. I hiss sputtering at the metallic taste that settled on my tongue that I knew was blood. He lands another one my head snapping to the side. I tried to stay still, I did. I eventually moved my arms to shield my face. "I told you to stay still." he said raising his voice. He punches me in the stomach causing me to curl up in a ball. He pulls me off the other side of the bed where the chain would allow it. My butt hits the cold floor. He looked irritated. He kicked me in my side causing my back to hit the bed frame. I cough at having the wind knocked out of me. I try to cover my sides as he continues to kick my arms. Eventually, he kicked my shoulder at a weird angle and it made a popping noise that caught his attention. He stopped and slowly the anger fades from his face. His eyes focus on my shoulder. "Shit she's gonna be at my throat." he whispered to himself for a moment before bending down to pick me up. I try to move away from him but stop when pain shot through my shoulder. He hauls me onto the bed and looks down at me scratching his head before going to pick up the metal pipe and leaving. I lay there trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. And I feel stupid thinking even for a second that she would keep to her word and I'll be released today. But the next day I had got my shoulder reset and was given a sling; also she removed the collar seeing that with one mobile arm I was no longer a threat. I was there for a few more days afterwards. During my stay if I so much as looked at her wrong I would be beaten unconscious and wake up a few hours later in the same empty, sweaty, disgusting state.

I usually don't call people out by their names unless they deserve it. I think I'm a pretty fair judge when I say that bitch Annabella deserves to burn in hell, she wouldn't keep her hands off of me. My last day being held captive was the worse yet. Yeah, I thought it couldn't get worse but there I was being awoken by the sound of my only mobile hand being handcuffed to the bed frame. It was dark but I could tell she wasn't wearing much when she climbed onto the bed. "Anna-" I started but was cut off by her "Shh go back to sleep." she cooed as she scooted between my legs. I furrow my eyebrows at her actions. I reach to rub my eyes with my other hand as she continues to crawl closer to me. I freeze when I feel something cold brush against my thigh.
"Annabella?" I say my mind searching for what it could be.
She leans forward and before I knew it I could hear the crackle of electricity coming from a taser being held close to my face. I freeze.
"I said go back to sleep. Understood?" she whispers-shouts I nod my head and close my eyes hoping that she would be gone when I open them. I feel her lift my leg. I open my eyes again scared of what was running through her malicious mind. I feel something cold brush against my ass and I look down. She was wearing a strap-on and I was in a very compromising position.
I attempt to move away and I felt the electricity flow through my body as I stiffen and the crackle echoed in the room. "Aghhh!!" I yell holding my side where she had tased me the movement also striking pain it my recovering shoulder.
"Fucking bitch." I swore, I couldn't help it. I have never been tased before and can't say I liked the feeling of it. She put the taser to my neck as a warning as she slowly pushed into me. I squirm at the painful intrusion trying not to make too much sound with the taser at my neck. As she tries to enter me my body was rejecting her and this foreign object. "Ahh!" I could only see half of her face in the darkness but I could tell she was glaring. "Annabella please...stop." I whisper. She ignores me and pushes the taser's button for second giving me a jolt in my neck. She was enjoying seeing me suffer. I hiss at the feeling. She pushes into me again she eventually forced her way inside. "S-stop please." I cry squirming violently in pain as she began to move. The crackle of the taser was heard again and once it made contact with me I stiffened and shook. My muscles contracting in random areas completely uncordinated. You would think electricity would give you energy but being tased is quite draining. I lay flat against the bed shaking a bit trying to recover from it. She just continues each thrust more painful than the last. "It hurts." I choke out as her other hand tights around my throat. It hurts so much I feel like I'm dying. I didn't think I could hate someone so much but I was proven wrong.
I let out a choked scream as she goes and lifts my leg up over her shoulder moving faster. My body jerks at the erratic movement. "Stop whining and take your punishment." she huffs she let's go of my neck and grips my boney hips. "Look what you did! You got blood everywhere." She complained looking down in between my legs. She raises both of my legs bending them towards my chest uncomfortably as she entered deeper. "Please take it out!" I plead, crying in pain.  "Ahh-ahh!!" I scream as my legs grew numb while she thrusts faster. My wrist tugs at the handcuff as she makes one more spiteful thrust.
She just stays still for a few seconds before pulling out and unlock the cuffs. I lay quiet on the bed, tears running down my cheek as my chest rise and fell with my stifled cries.
"You'll be home soon, and by then you'll understand your situation," She said before leaving and closing the door behind her.