kidnapped, tortured and raped (rated R)

kidnapped, tortured and raped (rated R)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Sep 14, 2014
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i felt a cold breeze. and as if the unthinkable happens, i realize what is going on. im on a comfertable surface, most likely a bed. my hands are handcuffed to the top bedpost, while my legs are tied, rather tightly i may add, spread apart on the bottom bed post. i am naked so i feel quite exposed. dear god its freezing in this room. i got cold shivers going down my spine. i start to scream, because maybe there is someone in this house who is not completly insane who can help me.
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⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.

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