7. WINTER
WINTER
The painin my body is what rouses me from the unconscious state I was in. My head is pounding and I’m a little disoriented when I finally manage to open my eyes a moment later.
Iglance around the room and when my eyes land on the bars of my prison cell, I remember exactly where I am. It’s not a nightmare, it’s the hell I’m currently in, after I was kidnapped by this lying, manipulating piece of shit asshole!
Imake a move to try and sit up in the bed but a whimper instantly escapes me as the pain courses through my body. It’s mainly coming from my leg and when I look down to inspect myself, I finally notice that I’m naked from the waist down. Why the hell am I naked?
There’sa bandage wrapped around my upper thigh, tinged with red. It fucking hurts! The next thing noticeable is the fact that I’m feeling some discomfort in my lower half. I move a hand to touch my vagina and it’s so sensitive to the touch and wet. WhenI lift my hand to look at my fingers, I see it’s coated in white stuff.
Itdoesn’t take long to realize that it’s someone’s cum. That’s when my brain finally brings the memory of Antonio chasing me through the woods to the forefront of my mind. I also remember that the bastard shot me in the leg and, worst of all, he raped me. Tears instantly form in my eyes.
Theflashbacks make it feel like I’m there all over again, experiencing it once more. I remember the feeling of agony as he forced himself inside me. The pain of being breached by someone you didn’t want to touch you like that. The screams and cries as I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. The seizure that started when it all got too much for my brain to comprehend. At least I didn’t die from it and that’s a good thing, right?
Ifeel my chest begin to ache inside me, as my heart breaks all over again. Why is it so hard to catch a break?
Ithought I was a good person. But maybe not? I mean if I was a good person then I wouldn’t be suffering through all of this shit, right?
Thenagain, the whole fucking system must be flawed because I don’t see these assholes: Emilia, Alister or Antonio going through any kind of bullshit. They seem to be thriving at being the monsters they are.
Amoment later gut-wrenching sobs escape me and once started, they seem to come in waves. I sob for all the things I’ve lost and all the things that were taken from me because of these monsters and their greed.
Andit hurts so fucking much, it feels like I’m dying, like my soul is being ripped apart from the inside out. I don’t even want to fucking live anymore, if this is what I have to constantly look forward to.
I’m losing the last pieces of myself right now and that realization makes me crumble even more.
Itfeels like I’ve said that before but now it feels truer than ever. I suddenly feel nauseous and I move to get off the bed. My legs buckle from the pain that flares up when I put weight on them, but I move quickly as possible over to the toilet, trying to ignore it.
Idrop to my knees, crying out in pain from this new position as it fucks with the wound on my leg. I move my head toward the bowl and start to dry heave. There’s not much in my stomach, so all I manage to throw up is bile.
OnceI’m done, I look down at my body as I’m sitting on the floor and I’m immediately disgusted. The asshole didn’t even have the decency to cover my lower half after he raped me or even clean me up a bit either. What a cunt!
Myskin is messy with dirt and grime from the woods, but that’s not the worst thing. No. The worst thing is that I feel dirty from the inside out and I don’t think anything is going to be able to change that.
Howcould he do this to me? I wonder as tears stream down my face. Then again why wouldn’t he? He’s a monster after all, isn’t he?
NowI’m ruined.
I’mtainted.
Ifeel so fucking raw and disgusting…
Idon’t think I’ll ever be able to recover from this. It literally feels like the last bit of innocence in my soul was snatched away from me and tarnished. Ripped out so callously and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Mymind strays to Mason a moment later and a wave of sorrow so potent, it hits me out of nowhere, weighing me down because I know that this is the end of us.
We can’t be together anymore.
Notafter what happened with Antonio today… yesterday? Hell, I don’t even know what day it is, since I have no clue how long I was passed out for.
IfMason almost destroyed me for thinking I cheated, when I never did in the first place, there’s no doubt he’ll hate me for this too. He’ll probably finish me off himself this time. I’m just damaged goods now and I wouldn’t expect him to want me still. Not when he finds out that someone else’s dick has been inside me.
Maybeif he did finish me off, then that’d be a good thing. I don’t have anything to live for or even the will to do so anymore. I just want to end it all because then I won’t have to hurt anymore.
“Winter? Are you alright?” I hear Scarlett call out to me when I’ve finally managed to stop the tears for a little while. But as soon as she asks, the floodgates seem to open up again.
Igingerly get up from the floor and slowly make my way back to the bed. I sit on the side of it and then turn my head to look at her through the bars. She’s sitting on the floor behind her door looking over at me.
“No.”
“What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. The fact that he shot me in the leg and raped me still feels unreal…” I say and hear the gasp that leaves her mouth. “ThenI had a freaking seizure out there. At least I didn’t die though. Yay, for small miracles I guess.”
“I’m so fucking sorry! I wish we weren’t separated just so I could give you a hug,” she whispers.
“Thanks. I’m just going to go lay down and process things,” I murmur.
Shedoesn’t respond, probably knowing that I need space. I hear movement as she gets up and moves away from the door. I’m glad she isn’t prying or anything like that because all I need right now is time to just be.
Igently lay back down on the bed, being careful with my leg. I lie there for what must be hours just staring at the wall thinking about what happened and then sobbing on and off until I eventually tire myself out and fall into a fitful sleep where the nightmares bombard me.
* * *
A clap of thunder bursts through the air, the sound so deafening it causes me to jump. I take a quick second to look up at the sky. The dark clouds are rolling in, signaling the start of the impending storm.
I quickly look away, toward where I’m going, since I don’t want to waste any more time staring up at the sky, when I need to keep moving instead. I can already feel my sides begin to ache as I run, my breaths coming out in gasps. It feels like I’ve been running away from him for hours but I know it’s only been a few minutes.
Fuck! I hate this. I hate all of it! I wish someone would just kill this bastard so that the world could be rid of him already.
I hear him laugh. It sounds maniacal, coming from somewhere through the trees. I can’t pinpoint the exact location since I’m focused on running through the woods to escape the bastard.
I’m barefoot and the fallen twigs dig into my feet as I run, the branches and limbs grazing my legs and arms as I stumble through them. I have no idea where the fuck I’m going, just hoping to God that I come across a road or even someone else that could possibly help me. With that possibility to look forward to spurring me on and making me push myself harder, I run faster to get away from the bastard currently chasing me.
No, no, no, no! I can’t let him catch me; I chant in my head as I keep making my way through the trees.
It won’t be good if he does. He’ll hurt me and I don’t want to be anymore. I’m so tired of going through the pain of always being hurt by someone else. I just want someone to come save me, since I’m not able to fucking save myself.
Wherever the hell I’m being kept is secured with top-notch security and the number of guards is too many to even try escaping. The only time I’m ever let out of my room is when the sadistic bastard wants to play his sick and twisted games.
Like right now, he has me running through the woods while he chases me. I don’t understand how someone can find any kind of pleasure in this. I’m terrified out of my mind and he’s enjoying this.
Suddenly the wind is being knocked out of me as a hard body slam against mine from behind. He laughs in my ear as I scream and try to get away from him but my attempt is futile.
“You didn’t think you could get away from me so easily, Cara, did you?” he questions, chuckling darkly.
A scream ripsout of me from the nightmare I was having as I wake up with tears streaming down my face. Fuck! These nightmares continue to plague me and I wonder when they’re going to end, if at all. They began right after Mason started tormenting me and this is just another thing that makes me harbor some resentment toward him and now because of Antonio and his stupid games, they’ve gotten worse.
Adeep and dark chuckle coming from somewhere in the room causes me to freeze a second later and the tears instantly stop. I know it’s him and I don’t want to fucking cry in front of this asshole.
I’mstill lying on the bed so I turn my head to look and see Antonio with his back braced against the wall, just standing there, and staring at me. Creepy much?
“Having a nightmare, cara?” he asks, smirking at me.
“Get fucked, asshole. I can’t wait to watch you die, hopefully someday soon!” I snap at him.
“And who is going to kill me? You?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But either way you’re going to die eventually,” I mutter, while he merely laughs like I just said the funniest shit in the world.
Idon’t know if my words are true or not but I hope they are. I’m going to manifest that shit until it comes true. Plus, my brother and hell even Mason must know that I’m gone by now, right? And hopefully they’re looking for me.
“That’s cute,” he murmurs. “Or maybe you’re hoping that boyfriend of yours will save you. You think he has the balls? Or does he still hate you? Do you think he’ll even want you when he finds out that I’ve been inside you?”
Itry to keep my face neutral, since this asshole is just trying to get inside my head and fuck with it. I mean, I know Mason cares, especially since he was trying to make things up to me these past few weeks. And even though I still hate him, I’m hoping that yes, he does somehow find a way to save my ass.
“I’m not usually a vengeful person, but you… I hope when your time comes you have a horrible death! Even if I never get to see it, I hope you suffer beyond anything you’ve ever done to anyone,” I tell him with all the conviction in my words that I can muster. “You think you’re invincible and that nothing can touch you? But there’s always someone bigger and badder than you and I can’t wait for the day you find that out.”
Theasshole just continues to laugh like he isn’t worried about anything I’m saying. Then again monsters usually never have anything to worry about, do they?
“Get up. Time for a shower because you’re filthy as fuck right now and I don’t like playing with filthy bitches.”
“And whose fault is that asshole?” I snap. “And you shouldn’t be talking about filthy, your soul is so sullied and black that you’re by far the worst one between us and let me tell you, no one likes a nasty soul. Why’d you think you had to kidnap and rape me? You probably couldn’t get any pussy on your own!”
Guesshe must be done with my attitude because he strides over to me in one quick movement and grabs me by the throat and squeezes hard. I spit in his face which earns me a slap across mine.
Fuck! It stings as tears fill my eyes but I don’t let them fall since I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. A moment later he hauls me off the bed and pulls me along with him. I let out a yelp when my leg hits the side of the bed, right where my wound is. He doesn’t even care that he’s hurting me right now, he just keeps dragging me along with him.
Hesteps out of the room and walks further down the hallway and enters another room. It’s a room that’s a little bigger than mine, like a locker room minus the lockers. The back wall and the two on the sides are lined with shower heads, but it’s open with no privacy wall separating them.
I can’t imagine the humiliation the other girls that passed through here must have suffered.
Hepushes me forward and I stumble a bit but manage to catch myself before falling to the floor. I turn to look at him with a glare on my face and the asshole has the audacity to fucking smile at me. He moves to take a seat on one of the benches that’s in the middle of the room.
“Go take a shower and clean that filth off you. I have so much planned and I need you clean for that,” he tells me, smirking like this is some game. I guess it is to him…
“Are you going to watch me the entire fucking time you pervert?” I snap when he just continues to stare at me which just serves to piss me off more than I already was.
“Oh yeah. I love looking at that hot and tight little body of yours. I don’t have anything else to do at the moment, so why not?” he questions with a smirk.
“You’re disgusting!” I snap at him. IfI had any kind of sharp object right now, I’d stab him in the fucking eye.
“I’m just a man who knows and takes what he wants. Especially when that involves taking a beautiful woman and turning her into my fuck doll, while I also get paid thousands of dollars for it,” he smiles evilly at me.
“H-how many women have you done this to?” I question shakily. Not sure I really want to know the answer to that but needing to know as well.
“A few.”
“Define a few!” I snap hysterically.
“Gun to my head… I’d say about forty-five.”
Iquickly turn away from him, feeling sick to my stomach all of a sudden. I feel a wave of despair wash over me as I comprehend the fact that he’s done this to forty-five women and he’s still alive… A thought pops into my head and suddenly I just need to know the answer but also so fucking scared to actually know it.
“Are any of them still alive?” I ask with my back still turned to him.
“Nope.” he tells me and I can hear the glee in his words.
What fucking hope do I have of getting out of here?
Myhead is fucked up right now with so many thoughts floating around as I step closer to one of the showers that’s on the wall at the back of the room. I turn on the shower and feel the water cascade over me just as the first tear slips down my face.
Asmy entire body gets soaked, pain makes me aware of my wound, as it stings because of the water touching it. Would some fucking pain killers be too much to ask for right now?
Ilet out a pained groan as I look down to see that the bandage is even more soaked through with blood now and there’s even some trickling down my leg. I hear him chuckling at my groan of pain from his seat and it just annoys me.
“Would you get fucked asshole! Why are you even in here right now?”
“Just keeping an eye on my beautiful prey, cara,”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” I snap. A shiver running up my spine at his words. It’s making me wonder what else he has planned for me. It also makes me feel gross and dirty all over again. I’ve never hated the word beautiful before but having it come from his lips makes me.
“Call you what, cara?”
Idon’t answer him because I know he’s just antagonizing me right now. What a fucking dickhead! He just laughs like he knows exactly what I’m thinking and I hate the fucking sound of it. It just grates on my damn nerves.
Choosingto just pretend like he doesn’t exist, I grab the loofah and shower gel that’s in the little nook in the wall and lather my skin up.
Forsome reason, my mind takes me back to his hands and mouth on me, his cock and his cum inside me. BeforeI’m even aware of what I’m doing, I’m scrubbing my skin as hard as I can.
Ijust want to get rid of his touch on my skin. I scrub and scrub until tears are running down my face because it feels like I’ll never be clean of his touch ever again.
Afew minutes later, it feels like my skin is on fire as it starts to burn. I pay no mind to that. I just keep going, scrubbing my legs and arms, trying to clean all his leftover cum that’s still inside me.
Amoment later while I’m still frantically rubbing my skin raw, I feel his presence behind me. He grabs my hand to stop me from continuing.
“That’s enough,” he grunts in a commanding voice.
“It’ll never be enough…” I whisper out.
Hepulls me out of the shower and shuts it off before pulling me along with him toward the bench. He picks up the towel and hands it to me. I take it and begin to dry my skin which now hurts from all that scrubbing I just did.
“Time for us to have some fun now,” he tells me with a grin on his face once I’m done. He takes the towel and drops it onto the floor and I instantly feel dread pool in the pit of my stomach.
Hedrags me along with him until we make our way upstairs. He pulls me into a room that’s of moderate size. There’s a stage area at the front of the room and then chairs spread out to form a semi-circle around the room, theater style.
Iaverage there’s about fifty or more chairs and most of them are filled with men in suits. They’re all drinking liquor from their glasses, like they’re waiting for a show to begin. And of course, all these cowards wear masks covering their faces.
Antoniomarches me forward onto the stage. He drags me toward the huge X-cross that’s closer to the back of the stage. I instantly try to resist but his grip on me becomes tighter and he becomes rougher with me. He grabs me by the back of the neck, holding me in place as he twists my head around to look at him.
“If you act like a fucking brat, I will make this ten times worse on you. Do you understand me?” he sneers. WhenI don’t answer he shakes me until I nod my head yes. “Good.”
Hepulls me toward the X-cross again and begins to cuff my wrists before moving on to my ankles. I’m restrained to this thing with my back to the room. He leaves me standing there for a moment wondering what’s going to happen next.
Ican hear the excited murmurings coming from the men in the room and it makes me feel disgusted. Why the fuck are men like this allowed to exist?
Thecrack and hiss of a whip is the only clue I have about what’s happening, a second before the whip crashes against my skin. I let out an agony filled scream as the pain engulfs me.
Ican already feel liquid running down my back and I know it’s my blood. The crack of it sounds again as he begins to whip me over and over again. I feel it on my back, my ass, and the back of my legs.
I’msobbing and squirming, wishing I could get away from this but it’s no use since I’m cuffed to this thing. My screams and cries are so loud, it sounds deafening to my own ears, but all I can hear in response to that are the sounds of grunting and groaning throughout the room.
Itsounds like these sick perverts are jerking off to watching me get tortured and I feel myself shatter all over again. I thought I felt my soul crack and break earlier when he raped me the first time but now it feels worse. All he’s done since I’ve been here is take and take, and pretty soon I won’t have anything else left for him to steal.
Myskin is on fire and I can feel the blood running down my back and legs. When the pain finally gets too much for me, I slump right where I am as blackness takes over.
Idon’t even have the luxury of being thankful for the darkness because it feels like only a moment later when I’m coming out of said darkness screaming as I feel him thrust his cock into me.
Thescream is guttural, coming straight from the soul but no one cares. I lift my head up a little to see that I’m still in the same room I was in before I passed out, but now I’m bent over a table with my legs on the floor and my arms cuffed to the sides and stretched out.
Iwas right earlier, these assholes were waiting for this show because now I can see all these bastards have their cocks out, rubbing and stroking them while they watch Antonio rape me.
Itry to kick my legs and buck him off of me but he grabs me by the throat from behind, lifting my head up and back so that I’m looking at him.
“That’s it, baby! Fucking take my cock like a good little slut!” he groans as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
Iscream and scream, begging him to stop but it seems like my pleas just make him more feral as he gets rougher and wilder with his thrusting. He lets go of my head and it slumps down onto the table again. I don’t even have the energy to lift it up anymore.
I feel broken and dead inside…
Iswear my heart breaks, my mind shatters, and my will to live dies.
AndI just stop.
Istop trying to fight, stop trying to kick, stop trying to buck him off and just lay there because what else is there to do?
Hedoesn’t even seem to notice that I’ve stopped fighting, as he continues to thrust in and out of me. He’s just grunting and moaning, sounding like he’s feeling nothing but ecstasy in this moment.
Iimagine all the girls he’s done this to before me and wonder if they all had to endure the same things, before he killed them. Do their families even know what happened to them? Will mine? Even though it’s just my brother.
Thatthought causes another sob to escape me. The sobs are uncontrollable now and yet he’s still fucking driving his hips in and out of me, not even giving a shit.
“That’s it, slut! Take my cock just like that,” he groans. “Your tears are making me hard as fuck right now. This is the sweetest and tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been inside.”
Amoment later he stills behind me and he lets out a loud grunt as I feel him coming inside me. It feels like it’s never-fucking-ending as he deposits spurt after spurt. Cheers, grunting and groaning sounds around the room as the men finish themselves off, while clapping for Antonio as if to say job well done.
Ifeel nothing but disgust rolling through me at their actions and wish someone would shoot them all. A moment later Antonio pulls out of me and releases my wrists from the table. I try to stand but my legs can’t hold me up.
Justas I’m about to collapse onto the floor, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder before walking out of the room, making his way back down to the basement.
“CanI have another shower?” I ask when he stops in front of my door. He stands there for a second and I think he’s going to deny me, but surprisingly he walks down the hall to the shower room.
Heputs me down onto my feet and wasting no time I scramble for the shower. I turn it on and quickly get under it, wanting to wash his cum and his touch out and off of me. I forgot about my back and legs so when the water touches them, it burns and stings causing a scream to rip out of me from the unbearable agony of it.
Idon’t care, I’m breathing heavily as I push through the pain and continue cleaning myself as best I can. WhenI’m done, he takes me back to my room and locks me inside. I’m thankful he doesn’t say anything, because I don’t think I could handle his taunts right now. He just stares at me for a moment before walking away.
Igingerly make my way to the bed. I lay on my stomach and this position hurts my gunshot wound. I feel so miserable and since I can’t turn onto my back because of the whip breaking my skin and that’ll probably burn like hell too. I continue to lay as is and stay still, since this is as good as it’s going to get.
Iwant to die.
Idon’t want to be here anymore and suffer through this continued torture. If this is what I have to look forward to every day that I’m here then yes, I’d rather fucking die.
Amoment later I’m sobbing so hard that I can barely breathe. I hear Scarlett call out to me but I don’t respond. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now because it won’t make things better. I just need to be alone and deal with everything going on inside my head at the moment.
Ijust stay quiet and sob until I pass out from exhaustion and the pain in my body. The asshole didn’t even give me a pain killer is my last thought before I finally succumb to the darkness waiting for me with open arms.