Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Such good times we’d had together in this short amount of time. I planned to have many more, starting right this moment.
Instead of using my fingers to spread her cheeks apart, I used the side of the knife, pulling to the right as I pushed the dildo in.
She shut her eyes, biting down on her lower lip in discomfort. I shoved it in as far it would go, pushing the blade into her globe just to hear the pained cry that spilled from her mouth.
A trickle of crimson ran right down her ass crack, dripping onto the brown vinyl.
I left the dildo where it was, and freed my cock. She wasn’t ready for me, but I didn’t care. I pushed inside her and remained there until every drop of semen was emptied from my balls.
–Chapter Eleven–
Harper
-12 weeks-
The sound of silence was overwhelming.
Darkness penetrated everything around me. I saw it when my eyes were open, and when they were closed.
I breathed it into my lungs every time I inhaled, expelling it back out into the cool air.
I lay on the mattress, vacantly staring up at the ceiling with no motivation to get up.
There was no point.
Nothing ever changed. The hours were endless, and I didn’t know when the day was over or beginning.
I missed my family. I missed my home. I missed my fucking cat. I missed my life the way it was.
J said I’d been here a month, one, two, maybe even three weeks ago.
Wasn’t it after forty-eight hours that hope began to diminish?
I didn’t want to be an unsolved case file tossed in the back of a cabinet.
My worst fear was that I became nothing more than a memory. One that caused pain and kept those I loved up at night.
My heart ached, splintering into pieces every time I thought about it.
I was alive, living in fucking hell, forcing myself to be compliant and playful with a man I hated with every fiber of my being just to gain a grain of his trust.
I hadn’t given up yet; I was going to get out. I’d be home again one day.
I prayed my family knew that.
–Chapter Twelve–
J
-6 months-
“I need to hurt you.”
I had to say it twice, the second time a little louder, for my voice to penetrate her sleeping brain.
She jolted awake, dark lashes sweeping upward to reveal those precious brown eyes of hers.
They could be so expressive, holding so much hatred.
I had my fingers between her legs already, working her swollen nub in rapid circles.
Her pussy was tender and puffy from being fucked raw almost once a day.
Today, this made three.
She sucked her teeth in obvious discomfort.
I smirked, watching the way she tried to lie there and accept it like a good girl.
She hadn’t been with anyone in months before I took her, and now I used every hole she had whenever I wished.
I’d gone home to be with Minnie. I stayed long enough for her to fall asleep during a movie, and left before she could ask any questions.
After the day I’d had, it was either go to Malignant and fuck a whore bloody, or come to the cabin and play with my new toy.
Lately, Harper won every time.
She didn’t say much, but she listened when I talked, and I liked that. Sometimes after I wore myself out, I stuck around and told her about my day.
Occasionally, she commented.
None of the others behaved as she did. They never got as much of me. It almost made me care, and then I thought better of it. Harper was my whore, a toy, here to appease my sexual desires.
I couldn’t let myself do something reckless like get attached to her, but I could keep her around as long as I wanted.
She fascinated me because there was one thing she had that showed no signs of going anywhere.
Hope.
The day I took that would be the day I was done with her.
I didn’t bother carrying her to the chair, or to remove the chain from her ankle. I’d allow her to be fucked on a mattress this time.
She stared up at me, looking pretty as ever, even with the raccoon eyes she was sporting.
I slid my hands beneath her ass and flipped her onto her stomach, loving her small yelp of surprise.
Grabbing her legs, I spread them wide and dragged her back over my thighs.
“I’m taking this ass again tonight,” I announced.
Her breath caught briefly, and I smiled. Gripping my already freed dick, I placed it at her puckered hole and knotted a hand in her hair.
I took hold of one globe and pulled it away from the other, shoving Harper’s face into the mattress as I drove into her tight little hole, tearing right through her resistance.
She screamed in pain. I pulled out and drove in again, seeing a bit of blood on my tip.