34. Olivia
Chapter thirty-four
Olivia
I was taken up the stairs to a room bigger than my apartment. The big guy—Tony is his name, I think— took me to the en suite bathroom and turned on the shower.
He turns and starts to reach for my shirt. “The fuck do you think you are doing, Tony? I can shower myself, thank you very fucking much, you fucking nasty bastard.” He snarls at me and looks at me like I am the most disturbing thing he has ever seen.
“The boss said I need to clean you. So, shut your fucking mouth and let me do my job.” He growls at me.
He pulls out a pocket knife and cuts down the front of my shirt and bra. My breast is now on full display, and he is gawking. I turn to face away from him, and he yanks my arm and spins me around so I face him again.
“I don’t think so, princess. I will do as I please right now. And correct me if I am wrong, but you seem to be in no position to stop me right now.”
He grabs my breast so hard that a hiss escapes my mouth. He moans as he bends down and licks from the crease between my shoulder and neck up to my ear, biting my ear so hard I can feel warm liquid trickling down my neck. This fucker just drew blood on me. I jerk my knee up, trying to catch him in his balls, but he moves out of my way too fast. I hear his deep, rumbled laugh that sends chills down my spine.
When he bends down to my ear again, he whispers gruffly, " I am going to have so much fun with my feisty new toy.” Then licks my earlobe again.
I try to swing my head to head-butt him this time, but again, he steps out of my way just in time and laughs at my attempt. “Nice try, but even if you didn’t miss, it still wouldn’t stop me from having my fun. Now stop with all this bullshit."
He grabs his knife again, kneels down towards my legs, and wraps his arms around my thighs to make sure I don’t try to kick him. He cuts down the seams of my jeans until they are cut most of the way and rips one side away with a painful tug. Then, he does the same for the other side of my jeans. The parts of the jeans that weren’t cut all the way dig into my skin and leave angry red marks from his yanking.
He stands back up, walks me over to the nightstand beside the bed, pulls out some black rope, and starts to wrap it around my ankles and in between my legs so they are tight and I can't slip out. I kick and move to make it as difficult as possible, and he tsks at me, his brows scrunching together while looking up at me with a challenging look.
"Trying to make this harder for me will only make me tighten the rope more." He grabs the ropes and pulls them tight to make a point. Once he is done with my ankles, he wraps my hands with the rope behind my back, then takes the handcuffs off.
I am standing next to the bed in just my red thong and black rope now, ankles and wrists bound together.
Tony stands back up and looks at me like a masterpiece he just finished, making me feel uneasy with his lingering gaze. He scoops me up and swings me over his shoulder into the bathroom, pulls down his pants and boxers, and then takes off his shirt.
I could admire his body if I weren’t captured, and this guy wasn’t trying to have his way with me. It seems like he puts a lot of work into it. Too bad he is a fucking psychopath.
He pushes me into the shower and quickly washes me, scrubbing me so hard it leaves my skin red and raw. Once I am cleaned to his standard, he takes me out of the shower and attempts to dry me off with a small, hard towel the size of a dish towel, leaving my hair dripping with water. He picks me up and carries me back to the bed. He undoes the rope on my wrists but quickly grabs my loose wrist and puts it above my head. I am kicking, biting, and moving, trying to get out of his grip, but all it does is make him laugh and grip my wrists tighter.
He starts to wrap the rope around the headboard. Within a second, he loses his grip on my wrist; I swing and make contact with his jaw. He growls at me and spits blood in my face from the cut he now has on his lip.
He glares at me and climbs up onto my chest to straddle me, holding my arms down with his knees as he continues to tie up my wrists to the headboard, making sure that he tightens the rope enough to irritate my skin and make it red. The pain isn't unbearable, but it is uncomfortable. If I move in the wrong way, it will give me rope burns.
He gets off my chest and starts stroking his long hard cock as he watches me try to get out of the ropes.
Laughing at my struggle, he says,” You can’t get out, Preciosa. The more you struggle, the more it will just hurt you.”
I growl at him and snap my teeth at him. Sounding like a feral animal at this point.
Tony walks forward and gets up on the bed to straddle my waist. He flicks open his pocket knife and starts to spin it around in his hand, making a show of it before staring down at me with a sinister look in his eyes and a smile that cocks up just enough to make him look like the Joker from Batman. “Let's have a little fun, shall we, Preciosa?”
He slides the blade down my cheek, and I jerk away, causing the blade to nick my cheek in the process. A small trickle of blood starts to slide down my cheek to my neck as Tony continues to slide down, going between my breasts. He moves the blade to my right breast and circles the tip of the blade over my nipple; moving down, he cuts the lower part of my breast, and blood starts to slide down the side of my ribs.
“So pretty, bleeding for me like a good girl.” He is trying to sound sexy, but it only makes me feel nauseous.
“I’m not your fucking good girl.” I spit out. Hoping that the actual spit would hit him in the face. I start to pull against the rope, hoping it will loosen just enough for me to free one hand.
“Yes, you are, Preciosa. The more you struggle, the more you hurt yourself, and the more hurt you are, the more I get turned on.”
He moves the blade to my left breast and cuts me again, this time a little longer and deeper than the other one. Blood pours out of the cut and down onto the bed.
“I’m going to play with you with my knife while I fuck that tight little cunt of yours and fill you up with my cum." He then bends down towards my ear and whispers, "So when the boss has his way with you, he can feel me in you.” His face widens into another disturbing Joker grin.
I can feel the vomit rising to the surface of my throat just from his words. I try to swallow it down because I refuse to show weakness to this dumbass.
He starts to stroke his cock as he moves his ass up my body until he is leaning over my face. He grabs my cheeks to make me open my mouth and shoves his cock in, groaning in pleasure. I start to bite down on his dick, and he forcefully shoves his cock into the back of my mouth, causing me to gag. When my teeth aren't on him anymore, he pulls out.
He shakes his head at me as if I were a disobedient puppy. "Oh, no, no, no. We don't bite around here."
"Fuck you!" I yell at him as I keep trying to get free. I can feel my wrists burning as the rope digs into my skin. I know without even looking that I am going to have ugly bruises on my wrists from it.
"Oh, I plan to fuck you, Preciosa, now be a good girl and take this dick!" He groans the last bit out as he forcefully enters me. I am as dry as the Sahara desert, causing it to burn the whole time he enters me. I scream out, choking in pain.
“Scream for me, baby! It’s music to my ears.” Pulling almost all the way out of me and slamming in again. Tears are running down my face now, and I can't stop them even if I try.
Tony continued to thrust in and out of me while rubbing his knife over my body. He cuts me several more times on my stomach, thighs, arms, and the last one on my neck. If he had pushed a little bit harder, he would have hit my Carotid Artery straight on and killed me. Wouldn’t that have been a treat? Because, at this point, I would rather be dead.
He lays down the knife on the bedside table, grabs my throat, and starts to cut off my air. With one last final thrust, he grunts, and I can feel the warmth of him coating my insides. The vomit that I have been holding in comes out, and it covers Tony. He laughs diabolically as if my vomiting turns him on even more. He starts to squeeze my throat harder. I now have no air at all and started to see stars in my vision.
I swear, when I get the chance, I am going to kill this fucker for what…
My final thought cut off before the oxygen loss caused me to pass out.