Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been tied up for. It felt like days had gone by. We had a routine I was starting to get used to: Michael would wake up beside me then he would fuck me and make me come over and over again before he would come inside of me. The light of day shining through the small windows above the bed confirmed my theory that we were in a basement. It looked like it was in a brand new home. There was a couch in front of a TV on the wall. There were stairs that led up to the house where Michael would disappear for only a few minutes at a time. He let me take baths with him at night; he would remove the rope from my wrists and ankles after he carried me into the bathroom. It was a bare bathroom with absolutely nothing in it besides a bath, toilet, and sink. Not even a mirror. Was that on purpose? As he bathed me, he would slowly rub his hands around my tits and turn me on, making me hate myself even more. He would try to make conversation, acting as if everything was normal. I was far too depressed to give him anything good.

“Hana,” Michael whispered in my ear as he carried me to bed, and I finally realized that I didn’t have any rope binding me. “Let’s talk.”

He laid my naked body onto the bed and lay beside me, rubbing circles on my belly.

“Tell me you love me, Hana,” he ordered quietly.

I looked up and shook my head, but the words still came out. “I love you, Michael.” My voice was hoarse from my incessant crying over the last few days.

He looked down at me angrily. “Say it like you mean it.”

I sat up and rubbed my wrists with my hands, looking at the red, raw skin that the rope had left me with.

“I can’t, Michael. I don’t mean it anymore.”

I didn’t want to be his obedient, compliant submissive anymore. I didn’t want to please him anymore. I loved the idea of Michael and I loved his gorgeous exterior, but I hated him. All I wanted was Jack, and now I was certain that was never going to happen. If Michael killed me for “misbehaving,” then so be it. I didn’t want to live without Jack. If I were presented with something I could use to hurt myself, I would do it. I would try to kill Michael first, but then I’d do it.

Michael sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head as he let it hang in front of him. “Oh, Hana. You don’t mean that,” he said as he looked over at me, his malicious glare staring right through me.

I wanted to die, but I was still afraid of him hurting me. My heart raced with sheer panic. I couldn’t move or speak; I just silently waited for my punishment.

Michael shook his head at me as he stood and put his hands on his hips.

“Nothing to say? You don’t want to apologize or beg on your knees for forgiveness?” His voice was loud and his eyes were wide.

I started scooting back against the wall, hugging my knees into my body and shaking my head. “No,” I muttered.

He was silent for a moment as he narrowed his eyes at me. Was he thinking of a fitting punishment? And then a sinister smile appeared across his lips. I watched him walk upstairs, slam the door shut, and then come right back down with a belt in his hand. He already had one side wrapped around his fist.

His eyes were wild with pure anger. I didn’t see any amusement or lust in them, just sheer animosity.

“Still a ‘no,’ Hana?”

I started to cry. I needed to be strong, but I felt myself crumbling again. I didn’t know what to say—all I did was watch him stare at me with hatred in his eyes. And then a fucking grin appeared on his face again.

“Last chance, Hana. Anything you want to say to me before I punish you in every way I desire?”

“Fuck you,” I said between sobs, my breath hiccuping and my whole body vibrating with panic and fear.

He grabbed me by my hair, pulling so hard that he lifted me onto my feet, and then threw me on the ground. I landed on my knees and shins, immediately feeling the pain from the throw. I started to move across the floor to try to put space between us, but he didn’t waste any time grabbing my feet and dragging me toward him. I began to kick at him as I felt something plastic wrap around my ankles, but my attempts were futile. As he turned me over, I realized he had wrapped zip ties around my ankles; I looked up at him and I didn’t even recognize him anymore. His face contorted into something evil. He took another zip tie and wrapped it around my wrists as I screamed at him. He took my restrained hands and quickly walked me to the bed before throwing me down. I didn’t even have time to process any thoughts, all I felt was the stinging pain of his belt across my ass. He didn’t waste any time before giving me a second and then third blow. All I could hear were my own sobs as he repeatedly hit me, each blow hurting more than the last. I finally heard him drop the belt and grunt loudly before taking my hips and quickly thrusting inside of me, his pounding violent and wild.

“You’re mine, Hana,” he growled before grabbing my hair with his hands and lifting me up, my back now parallel to his chest. “No one will find you, Hana. You better start behaving, or this is what you’ll get every night.”

He didn’t just simply cum inside of me and be done with me; he made sure to reach around and finger my clit, knowing exactly how to get me off. He took pleasure from knowing how badly I tried to resist him, yet would crumble each and every time. As I came, my cries mixed with my moans, he laughed in my ear and threw me back onto the bed. I felt his warm cum inside of me as he slowed his hips, and all that kept repeating inside of my head was die, Hana. Kill yourself. I screamed out as I cried, “I can’t!”

Michael chuckled to himself as he pulled out of me, not even fazed by my outburst.

“It’ll only get worse from here on out, Hana. If you’re smart, you’ll start acting like my good girl again.”

I feebly lifted myself off the bed, looked over at him, and vomited all over the perfect gray carpet. I started to get lightheaded as I turned and noticed Michael’s angry eyes watching me, and then I fell back onto the bed, everything finally silent and dark.