My Pleasure (z.m.)

My Pleasure (z.m.)

  • WpView
    Reads 39
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 8, 2015
I'm walking down the wet streets, it's raining, and I don't have an umbrella. With my wet hair dripping fat, cold drops and me shivering with goosebumps running up and down my body, I'm in a pretty shitty mood. I look down to find my foot in a puddle up to my ankles-the cause of my soggy sock. I start to walk faster because I really just want to go home and dry off then fall into my warm, cozy bed. Suddenly, I hear someone come up behind me and feel them put their arm around my shoulders saying ,"It's cold out here, let's go to my flat. it's only a few minutes from here." Not creepy at all, but my flat was at least another ten minutes away speed walking so I shakily nodded my head. The streets are empty and no one in their right mind would be out here. Well I'm not in my right mind. I'm depressed and broken and no one can fix me. At least, that's what I thought until HE came along.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Mystery Guy Next Door
  • Drake's Kitten (completed)
  • Forever His
  • Mason's Angel (Completed)
  • My Stalker
  • Bad is Better
  • Saved By a Stranger
  • I Am Sarah Owens
  • Redemption in Red
  • Sold [Completed]

The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines