17. Kill me so I don’t have to face the one I love
KILL ME SO I DON’T HAVE TO FACE THE ONE I LOVE
Irattled against the slab of metal, testing the strength of the straps holding me in place. Nothing budged, and I threw my head back in defeat. Somehow I knew this was the end of the line, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from the terror that sank into my bones.
The large metal door opened on a creaky hinge, and I craned my neck to the side to see the approaching shadow.
“Listen to me, we do not have time for you to argue so shut up and don’t say a word.
” Karter’s voice was low as he came closer, and I wanted to scream at him and tell him how horrible he was for putting me in this situation; instead, I stared forward.
“Melody is in a particularly stressful situation, and there is nothing I can do to prevent that, but you should know that no mafia lasts forever. Things are—well they aren’t good.
There’s been talk about a raid… I don’t know much.
We all have a part to play and in the end you can hate me.
I have to inject you now and this will be the last time you see me for awhile—I hope.
” A grim smile crossed his lips, and I felt his hand next to mine.
Something thin slipped between my fingers as he said, “Deep breath, this is going to hurt like a bitch. Or that’s what they say. ”
The needle plunged into the side of my dick and a strangled scream left me. I felt something burn and sting as it entered. Hot tears raced down my cheeks as my breath caught in my throat.
“Just like that?” Melody’s voice filtered through the thudding in my ears. I hadn’t even seen her come into the room.
“Yeah, give it about five to ten minutes.” Karter replied. I heard something exchange hands, and then footsteps recede. “Don’t call me for this work again, my debt is paid.”
Melody scoffed, turning towards my view, “Well that was dramatic. Ready to get started?”
“If you so much as touch me I’ll kill you.” I spat, jerking away from her hand. But I couldn’t move far with the restraints. My hand still held the thin item between my fingers. I hadn’t had a chance to examine it, but one side was rough like a file.
“I’ll be back in a bit, when it’s kicked in.
” She sauntered off toward the door. The metal groaned as it slammed shut.
I tried to wiggle out of the restraints, but without any real traction, it was useless.
My fingers explored the thing that Karter had slipped between my fingers.
It felt like a nail file, but it wasn’t metal.
Maybe one of those fancy glass nail files?
I wasn’t sure. A knife would have been better; than I could slit my wrists and be done with it all.
I moved the nail file to the inside of my hand with a bit of work, and slowly moved it against the leather strapping.
It would take forever for this thing to saw through enough of the strap that it would snap.
The file moved slowly back and forth, but a heated sensation made me pause, almost dropping the file.
Blood pumped towards my cock almost painfully; I felt the swell of an erection I didn’t want, and my eyes widened in terror. There was one time I felt fear as such as this, and I jerked trying to free myself with renewed strength. It was useless.
Metal groaned, and I heard two sets of footsteps. Flattening the nail file against the inside of my palm, I jerked in the restraints to cover it.
“Please don’t do this,” I pleaded. There were stories I heard about women who took advantage of men, who raped them. I didn’t expect to become one myself.
“Orders,” she murmured, maybe it was to convince herself; I wasn’t sure. Her hand felt cold and clammy against my bare leg, and her face was set in a hard line of determination as she came closer.
“Melody, please.” Tears were streaming down my face without care; I couldn’t hold a brave face with what was about to transpire.
She didn’t meet my gaze, just reached across me towards Shaw, who handed her a bottle.
The cap flipped open, making a loud pop sound before the cool liquid hit the base of my cock.
My body shook with terror as I felt her soft hand wrap around my shaft, smearing the lube.
The soft spat of my tears as they rolled down my cheek was muffled by the slick sound of her hand rubbing up and down my shaft.
Disgust rolled through me as I choked on vomit.
That’s when Shaw’s face peered into mine.
He loosened my head strap and forced my head sideways so I wouldn’t choke more.
When the gagging subsided, he didn’t strap my head back, only moved back to his wall where he watched.
“Doc said you have about half an hour, so better get started.” He ground out.
“Okay.” Her voice wasn’t as strong, and it made me realize just how much she didn’t want this. I jerked in the restraints.
“Listen to me, you can’t go back. Don’t do this. Please you are better than this.” I begged.
“I have too.” She mumbled.
“No please don’t do this, I am begging you.” I was fighting harder, but there was no getting through her.
Shaw walked closer to me, something in his hand, dark and circular.
I tried to stop him from doing it, but the gag fitted into my mouth a moment later.
Tears burned my eyes as I jerked my body to the side.
A muffled scream tore through my throat as I saw Melody step out of her clothing.
Shaw retreated to his wall again, and there was nothing to save me. God, please save me.
The table shifted as Melody kneeled over my legs, her body highlighted by the light overhead. Her hand gripped my thigh as she steadied herself, and I screamed around the gag. Please don’t do this! The words weren’t audible, only the raw please for someone to end this madness.
There was a moment when she leaned over me, her mouth inches from my ear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she seated herself against my cock. A pained gasp squeaked out of her as I violently threw my head back. Her warmth encompassed me, and I felt my dick twitch with need. It was a vile reaction. A bodily response to pleasure, but the thoughts sickened me.
Breeding dog. Nothing but a body. Cattle.
Enjoy it while it lasts, you prostitute.
Screams tore through me until my throat swelled with rage.
She took that moment to shift against me, and the pleasure crept in behind as she settled fully against my cock.
I threw my head back against the metal table with such force that a pain exploded from the impact.
I tried to hold on to the pain in the wake of the pleasure, anything to stop this unwanted feeling.
Is this how Summer felt when she had been raped?
Pure disgust for any slight sense of pleasure?
Dying before this moment would have been easier than actually facing it. The worst part was as Melody started to grind into my dick and the pleasure swamped my senses, I realized I had stopped screaming. Tears still raced down my face, but they weren’t out of fear. What was I becoming?
A sensual moan echoed around the hollow room as she ground against me faster. All of her tightened against me, forcing me to groan out, my brain couldn’t keep things straight. I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this; it was wrong. Forced. Man-whore. You like it.
“No.” I screamed into the ball gag as I thrashed underneath her.
It didn’t help that she put her hands on my chest, her thighs gripped me tighter, and there was a gasp falling from her open lips.
I couldn’t look at her. My mind reached for something, anything else.
Summer. I didn’t know if that was the thought that I held onto as Melody continued to rock back against me or if it was pure need kicking in.
I threw my head to the side; my eyes met Shaw's.
He just stood there, watching as if it were nothing.
There would be no stopping this until I came. At least that’s what I thought as a wave of nausea formed in my stomach. Her hands were soft caressing, like Summer’s had been all those years ago.
Sickened with myself for even thinking about Summer in this situation, but I needed the distraction.
Summer was the wedge I would use to finish, and then this whole situation would end itself.
I stopped thrashing long enough to breathe clearly.
To think clearly between the head fog and the derogatory thoughts that crept past my defenses.
Worthless dog. Fuckboy. Slut. No. That’s not right.
I pinched my eyes shut, no longer focusing on Melody, but forcing my mind to think of my lover. The girl who got away. Summer.
Those deep blue eyes filtered into my mind as I groaned against the restraints. Her eyes seemed to stare into my soul and smile. Her blonde hair hung over me, tickling my nose as her lips caressed mine in a soft, teasing kiss. Summer, I need you.
I was vaguely aware that I was jutting my dick into Melody as I tried to chase my release, but I held tight to the image of Summer. Anything to get myself through the present moment.
Scott, it’s okay. Summer’s voice flowed through my mind like icy rain. A sob rang through me as I felt everything tighten within me. My cock exploded in a warm gush, and Melody stopped moving.
I opened my eyes as my head rolled sideways, my moment of safety banished from my mind.
I hope they kill me afterwards so I don’t have to live to face Summer’s disappointment.