Prisoned: A Dark Twisted Erotic Standalone (17 page)

I couldn’t nod. I couldn’t speak.

“Answer me, Kyle.”

I held my breath and muffled out a response, mentally coaxing my throat to relax again, to put my mind in a space where I wasn’t on the verge of gagging.

“I know you’re scared,” he said, my answer obviously pleasing him. “I know you want the reason we’re in here. I know you’re trying to picture your life past this cell and see how it all fits together. I’m trying to do that, too. But, right now, it’s just us. And there’s no then; there’s only now. Focus on that.”

In one swift movement, his fingers were out. While I sucked in a gasp of air, trying to find that calm again, his hand moved to my chest. He gently traced shapes over my sensitive skin. There was no pain, no roughness. No dominance. This was all pleasure and goose bumps.

“Garin—”

“I’m not done.”

He slowly traced down to my clit. This was different than just moments before when he had clamped it between his fingers. This was a rubbing, circling at the very top, that caused my back to arch, my stomach to quiver.

He knew my body better than I did.

“If I tell you I want you, that means I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. If I ask for your body, I expect you to give it to me. Your throat, your pussy, your fucking ass…all of it. If I tell you to never lie to me, I expect only the truth to come from your lips. You’ll only hear the truth come from mine.”

Maybe honesty was easy for him, but it wasn’t for me, not when I had this lie weighing on me. Not when I was the reason we were in here in the first place.

He’d said so much. But they were just words. Not promises.

“You haven’t told me, Garin.”

“You want to hear it?”

There would be no coming back from this. Once he gave me his answer, I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t rewind. This would be us—the
new
us.

Why was I so torn? This was what I’d wanted since the moment all those years ago when I realized Garin was more than just a friend. There would be regret either way. But he had told me to focus on now.

Now, this was what I wanted.

I nodded.

“You want me to make those promises to you? Tell you I only want you? Tell you I’ll never lie to you? Never hurt you? Then, I’m going to need your voice, Kyle.” He took my hand and placed it on his erection. It felt painfully hard. His breathing hitched as I ran my fingers over the length of it. “Say it, so I can fuck you again.”

My thumb ran over the wide crown and the hole right in the middle of the tip. A small bead of pre-cum leaked out. I wanted to taste it. I wanted more of the cum he had fed me earlier.

I scooped up the bead and sucked it off my thumb. He needed to know that I would drink it even if he hadn’t forced me to.

As his gaze deepened, watching me swirl my tongue around my nail, the desire between us grew. I had felt his need. Now, I tasted it.

Now, I needed more.

“You’re hungry?”

“Yes,” I mumbled with my thumb still in my mouth.

“You want me to feed you.”

I nodded, and his stare turned ravenous.

“Now. Please.”

“Why should I feed you, Kyle?”

Even though the answer was so obvious and I was sure he already knew, he was making me say it. I owed him that. At least this part was truthful.

I lifted his hand off my pussy and placed it on my chest. My heart was pounding so hard that I needed the pressure, so it wouldn’t tear through. “I want you to promise because…I’m promising you. I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. My body is yours. All of it.”

I couldn’t promise the last part. There were lies.

Maybe there would always be lies.

Just as I worried he had picked up on it, he moved on top of me. And, just as I thought he was going to bring it up, he plunged his dick straight into me.

Seventeen

Kyle

“Wake. The. Fuck. Up.” Following each of Breath’s syllables was a lick across the outer edge of my ear.

The odor from his mouth was enough to wake me up. Definitely enough to pop my eyelids open. Undoubtedly enough to cause my entire body to shake. His tongue was sharp and putrid. It felt like a razor slicing my earring hole through the bottom of my lobe. When I tried to move away from him, his palm drove into my cheek, which slammed the back of my head into whatever was behind it.

I tried lifting my hands. I tried kicking my legs.

I was tied up.

Again.

“Have you missed me, Kyle?”

Through the pitch-black that surrounded me, I saw stars. Sparkling little bursts of silver from hitting my head so hard. Then, there was the
drip, drip, drip
of my wet hair onto my naked back. The soaked strands clung to my cheeks and lashes. Every time I blinked, it felt like sand was scratching across my eyes. With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn’t pull the hairs out of them. I couldn’t rub them to make them feel better. I couldn’t even shake my head with his hand gripping my throat.

He’d taken my clothes off again. He’d bathed me.

“I’m just going to use you as a landing pad for my cum.”

My stomach churned as I thought about what else might be on my skin.

“No,” I finally said. “I haven’t—
ow
!”

Something clamped down on my nipple. It wasn’t sexual, like Garin’s fingers, or titillating, like his teeth. This was spiked like a barbed wire, and the points were piercing my skin.

“Why are you hurting me?” I cried.

“Wrong question.”

“What—”

He slapped my face so hard that my front teeth bit through the end of my tongue, and my mouth filled with blood. The copper taste didn’t mix well with my stomach, and I gagged. It was just enough of a heave to stir the acid in my stomach, and as it rose to my throat, he pushed my face to the side, so it wouldn’t get on him.

The heartless fucker didn’t even give me a break while I purged. He slapped the back of my head, like it would make the vomit come out faster.

“I’m done!” I yelled, my stomach empty, the back of my throat feeling as though he were holding a butane lighter to it. I licked the wetness off my lips and spit it out.

“I should make you swallow that.”

I wouldn’t taste it. My throat burned too badly, the fire masking all the flavors that were in my mouth.

He clasped something around my throat. It was as cold as ice, and it felt as though it had teeth, taking small little bites of my skin.

“Do you want me to make you swallow it? Scoop up everything you just puked on my floor and shove it down your fucking throat?”

I wasn’t sure I could give him an answer. Whatever was around my neck was squeezing tighter, wringing all the air out. Biting. Pinching.

Freezing me to death.

“
Puta
, do you want me to make you—”

“No!”

He laughed.

The sound made me never want to laugh again.

“It’s time.”

There was no warning. No flash of movement. Just his breath swishing through the air, past my face, and suddenly, I was in the air. He’d lifted the chair by the legs—this one obviously not bolted to the ground, like the other one had been—and as he roared, he threw me. I couldn’t scream, the vise on my throat was too tight. I couldn’t reach out to stop my face from hitting anything, as my hands were tied. I couldn’t see what I was headed for; it was too dark. So, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for the fall.

Bang, bang…bang.

The chair banged against the floor. Each time it hit, the landing shook my body, made my muscles throb, sucked even more air out of me.

Kyle, breathe.

“Just how I want you—on your back with your legs spread.” He straddled my waist and sat on my stomach. “
Puta, puta, puta
, it’s time you ask the right question.”

My nostrils flared as I tried to breathe. With all of his weight on my belly, he was constricting even more of my air.

“Prove to me that you’re more than just a pretty face.”

“What do you want from me?”

I cried out as his fingernails stabbed my cheeks. They pushed in so far that my mouth opened, my tongue hanging past my bottom lip.

“Before you say another word, I want you to think. Stop fucking rambling, and think.”

He tightened the clamp on my nipple, but because of the way he was holding my mouth, I couldn’t scream. So, I whimpered and groaned and dripped tears down his fingers. None of it helped.

“You know why you’re here. You know why I put you in a cell with Garin.” He leaned forward and bit the end of my tongue. It was already so sore from when my teeth had stabbed it earlier.

The smell. The sensation. The pain.

I couldn’t take it.

I couldn’t breathe.

Just as the silvery stars started to return, he let up. But he didn’t release it. He wrapped his lips around my tongue and sucked it back and forth, like he was giving it head.

“Mmm,” he moaned, filling the air with a stench that made everything hurt even more. “This is what your cunt is going to do to my dick. It’s going to squeeze the fuck out of it just like this…” His suction tightened. “And its hotness and wetness and tightness is going to drain every bit of cum out of me.” He laughed again, his lips moving to my ear. “And then I’m going to give you to my boys. Do you know what my boys do to pretty girls like you?”

I grunted even though I knew the answer would make me feel worse.

“They’re going to gang-bang the living fuck out of you. And when you’re covered in all their cum, they’re going to cut you.” He moved to my other ear, pressing his lips so close that they touched the inside hole. “Like throwing a piece of meat inside a cage full of dogs. But these dogs have knives, and they like to butcher.”

Silence.

I was sure he was letting me ponder the terrifying reality of what was to become of me, and that was…I had no chance of getting out of here. I had no chance of surviving this. I was going to die in this prison, raped by however many men Breath employed. Filled with their cum.

And…

I couldn’t even wrap my head around the rest.

“You’re making me wait, Kyle, and I fucking hate it when people make me wait.” He stood and lifted the chair, so I was back to a seated position. “I’m going to show you just how much I hate it.”

His hands weren’t on my body anymore, his smell no longer in the air. But I heard him. Steps on the concrete, clothes swishing as he moved.

“Come here, babies. Come to daddy.”

What were his babies?

There were high-pitched sounds. Lots of them. I couldn’t place it, but it was all I heard, and the noises continued to get louder as each second passed.

“Come meet my friend.”

“No,” I cried.

I didn’t want to meet the source of the noise. I didn’t want more pain. I didn’t want—

“Ahh!” I screamed as the most intense burning seared through the ends of my toes.

I didn’t know what his babies were doing, what they were using, what the hell they were, but it felt like the skin was being sliced off. I couldn’t kick them away. I couldn’t move my legs. I couldn’t…

“What do you want?” I sobbed.

“Shut up.” The back of his hand slapped my mouth. Then, he squeezed my lips and pulled them until it felt like he was going to rip them off my face. “Don’t make another sound.”

The tears fell even faster—not just from the pain and the fear, but also from the question I already knew he wanted the answer to. What didn’t make any sense was why he wanted this information. I couldn’t piece that part together. Everyone was dead.

Oh God…

The babies had moved up to my ankles. I wasn’t sure if I had any feet left. It felt like they had finished off the skin and were on to my muscles and bones.

“I’m losing my patience with you, Kyle.”

I shook my head, snot and drool flying off my face.

“When I release your lips, you’re going to ask the right question.”

The right question
.

“Babies, stop!”

After his command, the gnawing on my toes immediately halted. The noises quieted. Then, his fingers left my mouth, my lips smacking back into place. But the hurt…the hurt stayed. I knew, if he flicked on the light, I’d see I was a bloody mess with wounds that may never heal.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Kyle.” A warning that he could make the babies start up again as quickly as he had made them stop.

My lips parted, spit dripping down both sides. My tongue burned as it hit the inside of my teeth. I swallowed. Whatever was wrapped around my neck hadn’t let up one bit.

“You want to know who killed Paulie.”

“Finally. The right fucking question.” His voice was more sexual than it was commanding. “You just made my dick hard.” He straddled me again, but this time, he didn’t sit.

I heard a zipper. A button popped open. The stench…if I had anything left in my stomach, it would have come out. It was so much worse than his breath. Molded cheese and decayed meat.

He pressed his dick against my cheek, running it up and down my skin, as though he were wiping off the drool. I wanted to turn my face and bite the fucker off. But I couldn’t do that. If there was even the slightest chance of me getting out of here, I would ruin it.

“
Yes
. I love how your tears feel against my dick.” He pressed his weak erection against my other cheek. “Say those words again, Kyle. My dick wants to feel them.”

I only opened my lips a tiny bit, fearing that he would stick his cock between them. “You want to know who killed Paulie.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “That sounded so fucking hot. Now, make me harder, and tell me who did it.”

I didn’t know where the courage came from. I hadn’t felt it when I woke up in the darkness or when he was hurting me or when the babies had been eating me. But it was raging inside me, and it stirred on my tongue before I could stop it. “You might as well kill me because I’ll never tell you that.”

“You fucking cunt.”

His dick stopped rubbing against my cheek. All noise in the room was silenced. There was only breathing and his odor.

And pain.

So much of it. And so much blackness. Blackness that didn’t just come from the room.