Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
ANNIKA
I’m tied up and tied to my own bed. My hands behind my back, the knot made from my panties and thongs tied really tight. My fingertips are numb and my hands and wrists tingle. My feet are tied together using my jeans. And there’s a knot through that tied to a couple pair of yoga pants, which are tied to the metal frame of the bed.
I can pull my legs and twist a little, but there’s no escape. At the same time…
Do I want to escape?
For what?
To untie myself and rush out of my apartment… to do what?
Call Molly? Call my father?
Have someone walk up to me, then slit my throat, shoot me or kidnap me…?
Peri has mind fucked me into accepting his ruthless kidnapping and everything that comes with it. To be fair, at least I’m freshly showered. And I’ve come. His fingers work magic between my legs like I’ve never had before. And everything I do right now associates back to Peri and his evil fingers, tongue, and cock.
I’ve tried to sleep but I can’t. I’m worried I’m addicted to whatever Peri has been injecting into me. Or maybe I’m just addicted to Peri himself. The only real choice I have right now is to wait.
I have no idea where Peri has gone or why. He moved in a hurry. Scrambling to find something to tie me up with. Threatening me with a knife…
My eyes move to the nightstand where the knife sits. I’m not sure if he put it that close to me on purpose or not. I groan, my mouth full of the panties I had been wearing for the last few days. Tasting my own flavor. A mix of everything.
It’s absolutely disgusting. And it’s absolutely humiliating.
The thing is, I have to keep calm. I can’t panic. When I do, it makes my breathing grow erratic and when I can’t take a breath through my mouth, it makes me panic even more.
Maybe this was the plan all along. Tie me up and leave me here to panic, starve, and slowly die. What a fucking ruthless, horrible bastard. And after I met with Molly and told her to lie, she won’t bother to check up on me. But that doesn’t mean—
A door opens and shuts. My heart jumps into my throat. My heart rips into two pieces. Half doesn’t want it to be Peri coming back. Let it be Molly. Or my father. Or someone who can help. The other half of my heart does want it to be Peri.
No matter what, I’m going to be disappointed… But at least with Peri himself, I’ll be turned on.
The bedroom door slowly opens and in stumbles a shirtless figure. It takes me a second to realize it’s Peri because of the condition he’s in. His face is swollen and covered in blood. His eyes are confused, dazed. He’s not all here. Not at all. There’s blood all over his body too. Marks and bruises and cuts and…
Peri steps to the bed and looks at me. He makes a coughing noise and blood sprays from his mouth.
Then he collapses, face down onto the bed.
* * *
He’s not dead.
I can see him breathing. His back is covered in little red dots. The red being dried blood. Like he’s been poked with something over and over. His sides are in colors that look ugly mixed together. Kind of like when a little kid dumps a bunch of paints onto a paper plate and just smears them around for fun.
Something really bad happened to Peri.
Duh.
I can’t even speak his name.
I wrestle with my jaw once again, trying to get my own dirty panties out of my mouth but I can’t make it work. I thrust my tongue forward into the panties and wiggle. That just pulls a part of my panties deeper into my mouth which starts to threaten to active my gag reflex.
No! Fuck. No.
I thrash my head to side to side and try to scream. It’s loud yet muffled. The chunk of panties near the back of my tongue moves forward. I thrust my tongue forward and scream again. The panties move some more and after a few more times, I’m able to spit my own panties from my mouth.
I gasp for a deep breath of air through my mouth. My jaw quivers with freedom and a dull ache. My eyes well up with tears.
“Peri!” I cry out. “Peri! What happened?”
I wiggle my hips and shake the bed. He makes a groaning sound. His right hand reaches for me, grabbing at my wrists. As he pulls, the pain soars throughout my wrists and up into my arms. Even into my shoulders. I whimper in pain but then I’m suddenly free. My knotted up panties and thongs release their hold on me.
Peri’s hand drops to the bed. I sit up and lean forward, then untie my ankles from the metal bed frame.
I jump off the bed and my legs instantly give out. Pins and needles tickle through my feet and legs and I have no sense of balance at the moment. I grab for the bed and hold there, leaning against it, staring at Peri’s beat up face.
His eyes open, look right at me, then close again.
I stand up a second time and keep my balance. I’m free. I can literally just walk right out of this room. Out of my apartment. I can find help. Actually get help. I can call the police. Call my father. I can…
When I get to the doorway and I look back, I can’t believe the feeling that hits me. Like someone sucker punching me right in the stomach. I can’t leave Peri like this.
His words still stick with me. That someone wants me dead. Someone out there wants to kill me for a reason that’s nothing short of a mystery to me. If I had to venture a guess, I would say whoever wants me dead attacked Peri. Maybe because Peri hasn’t killed me yet?
I leave the bedroom and walk to the bathroom only to get a towel and a wet washcloth.
“Peri,” I say as I climb back onto the bed. “Do you want me to get help? I can call the police or something.”
His right hand reaches for me again. His thick pointer finger slams against my mouth, obviously trying to tell me to shh with what I just said.
My head jerks back a little and I taste blood from the inside of my upper lip. I blink away tears and touch the warm washcloth to his face, trying to wipe away blood so I can see what’s actually been done to him. Just in case he actually needs real medical attention.
His head lifts up. His eyes meet mine again. They’re a little clearer now.
“I’m right here,” I say.
I don’t know why I say that. I have the chance to run but here I am.
Helping. Caring.
I just—
Peri reaches for me. His right hand slams against my throat. My air is instantly cut off. He drives me down to the bed and holds me there. I claw at his wrists, me demanding the opportunity to breathe.
He moves toward me, then on top of me. His hand releases its hold on my throat, moving down to my pants. Strong fingers touch between my legs and my hips buck as I suck in a breath.
He pulls my pants down, panties too, leaving them stranded just above my knees. I listen to the sound of his jeans being unzipped. I quickly kick, not to escape Peri, but to at least get one leg free from my pants and panties.
As soon as I do, I open my legs for him. I’m wide and ready. He hovers over me, his body beaten, bruised, and bloody. I grab for the bed and wait for him to make his move.
His right hand touches between my legs again, this time finding soft, warm, wet skin. Whether I should be or not, I’m swollen and ready for him.
I’m his.
Those two words hit me hard and make my skin break out in goosebumps. His fingers slip up along my body, grabbing my shirt and forcing it up.
I arch my back and then sit up as much as I can, knowing Peri won’t stop until my shirt is off. I then arch my back once more and unsnap my bra and he paws at it like an animal to a fresh meal, throwing my bra somewhere across my bedroom.
His cock presses forward, giving me a split second reminder of his insane size. He then plunges into me with a grunting force.
I try to scream but my body has no air. My eyes well with tears, my mouth is open, and I can’t even express the intense sense of pain I feel along with ecstasy.
He’s deep . And he’s pounding .
I’m being fucked totally senseless right now and my body doesn’t know how to handle it. There’s zero regard for calmness, kindness, a sense of gentle romanticism. This is pure. This is raw. This is feral.
This is Peri fucking the pain out of his body, using my pussy to do so.
And I can’t get enough of this feeling. The way pleasure mixes with pain. The way my body seemingly wants to freak the fuck out yet orgasm at the same time. The way I want kick and scream for him to get away from me, yet at the same time I want to lock my feet around his lower back and scream for him to fuck me even harder.
I want him to hurt me. I want him to fuck me. I want…
His mouth slams down to my mine. Our tongues wrestle and all I taste is blood. My blood. His blood. He pulls away with a loud kissing sound and growls as his mouth drops down to my chest.
He doesn’t engulf my left breast. He fucking… eats it… Clamping teeth to soft skin. I cry out and arch my back at the same time. Secretly wanting more.
Well, not so secret now… fuck it… this is what I like.
This. Is. What. I. Fucking. Want.
His strong hands hold my sides. His fingers dig into my ribs. He pulls his mouth away from my breast and kisses down my stomach. Arching his back as he fucks me. Not missing a second. Not missing a thrust.
My inner thighs are shaking. He’s going so hard and deep that I can’t even come. A perpetual state of being left on the edge. His lips and tongue exploring.
If I close my eyes I’m in heaven. If I keep my eyes open and I look at the blood and bruises on his face and body, it’s my stern reminder that I’m in hell. A hell filled with pleasure.
A hell where death or an orgasm are just seconds apart.
* * *
I stand in the bathroom and look at my body in the mirror. My entire body is still shaking. I keep blinking back but I don’t know why. I guess I’ve been fucked so hard that my emotions don’t know what’s happiness versus sadness or what’s in between.
“Peri,” I whisper, just needing to speak his name as I think about what just happened to us.
His cock pulsing and throbbing. I can literally feel him getting closer. The way he thickens. The way his cock hardens even more and pushes deeper into me. The way a very slight curve appears during his extreme rigid state. And then…
He rips his cock from me. So hard that I let out a scream. His right hand moves over my mouth, silencing my scream.
He places his cock against my stomach and lowers himself down, pinning his throbbing hardness between us. I feel him pulsing and the warm cum exiting his cock, smearing it against my body and his.
He’s above me, hovering, I’m eye level with his strong chest. I feel every muscle in his body throbbing as he keeps coming.
A never ending supply of cum. And each time he releases, he presses himself and his cock against my stomach with force. It continuously makes me lose my breath, not to mention his hand over my mouth. I can even feel the heavy knuckle of his pointer finger pressing against my nose, driving it up, causing pain and leaving me even less air to breathe.
It’s all so intense.
And then suddenly it’s all just gone. In one motion, Peri lifts himself up off my body and moves from the bed. He stands there, staring down at me. His cock is huge and still throbbing. Cum collects at his tip and I have the wild urge to taste it. To lick it. To wrap my mouth around him and suck him until he comes again.
His body is chiseled with muscle and stained with cum… and blood…
Which is exactly how I look in the mirror. There’s blood smeared on my face. My left breast has blood on it. And my stomach is a mix of blood and cum. I look ravaged and used up but in some twisted sense I’ve never felt so beautiful.
Peri hasn’t hurt me at all. The blood isn’t mine. It’s his.
I move my right hand and touch my stomach, painting myself with his cum. Sliding my fingers up to my right breast, touching my nipple, circling around, using his cum as a lube.
My legs shiver and I gasp when I realize I think I might be finishing again. I grab at the sink with both hands and close my legs tight.
I see Peri through the reflection as he walks into the bathroom. Still naked. Still sexy. Still beat up.
My teeth chatter. “I’m s-s-sorry.”
“Fuck, doll, you’re coming again,” he says with an evil smirk.
He steps up to me and swings his right hand, slapping my ass so hard I scream. He then disappears, dropping down behind me. His hands spread my legs open, along with my ass cheeks.
A moment later his tongue begins to swirl against my pussy, from behind, a whole other angle and feeling. I’m dripping into his mouth. My feet curl in and my knees wobble.
I think from this moment forward… Peri is my master…