Is that from the panicked breathing or a lack of oxygen?
A scream ripped out of her, and she fought the restraints desperately, bucking her hips, twisting and pulling — but it was no use. She was just using more of the air struggling, and as the tears rolled from the edges of her eyes, tumbling into her hair, she forced herself to be still. To hold her breath, and then let it out as slow as possible. Gasping air in was an instinct, but she struggled to slow it too.
In and out.
Slow and even.
Where the fuck am I?
She remembered the whipping, remembered him fucking her ass slowly, the pain of it, the strain of the chains and the position… and then he had finished. Right?
Her thoughts grew thick at that point, muddy and sticky, and she wished anything in her life made sense. If it made sense she could understand where the fuck she was, but everything in her world was a nightmare. An incongruent horror show that seemed to have no end in sight.
How much can you take before you snap?
He had asked her that question again, and then he’d pressed her to the concrete with his cock still in her ass. Fucking her, he had asked it again, and again, and then his hand had come around her throat.
Unconscious.
That’s what he’d done, he had choked her until she’d passed out — and then he’d apparently put her in a coffin. Beth whimpered, not sure if she wanted to die, or wanted to live, but she wanted this to stop.
‘Please let me out, please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’ The words were garbled, but she still tried to say them, to make them clear around the gag. Swallowing the saliva, she tried again, saying it louder, and then she strained her ears, listening for anything. Any sounds at all.
Silence.
Except for her breathing, and the dull clank of metal on metal whenever one of her limbs twitched. She had told him to just kill her, but she had hoped for a quick death, not suffocating or starving in a box.
Is that his plan?
More horror movie shit.
It was ridiculous, he wouldn’t do it like this. Not in the dark. Not in this infinite darkness where none of those fucking cameras could watch her suffer. He’d do it with a knife out in the open, in that concrete room where there was already a drain to wash the evidence away. Or he’d electrocute her, because he liked electricity in all its forms.
Cattle prods, and electric batons, and devious boxes that rushed electricity into numerous devices that he’d pressed inside her, or attached to her skin. It wouldn’t be like this.
I won’t die like this. I won’t.
“AGH!” She woke up to the pressure of fingers deep inside her, stretching her, but the light was too bright to see. Whining she tried to tilt her hips away, but another finger joined the others and she screamed — was that four fingers? Was he trying to put his fucking fist inside her?
“STOP!” The word left her lips and she realized she could speak, the gag was gone. Ignoring the pain between her thighs she forced her eyes to pry open, wincing past the bright lights to make her eyes adjust.
Fingers spread and she groaned out her pain, clenching her teeth against the cry as she pulled at the cuffs. Still tied down, thighs spread just enough that she couldn’t stop this.
“Please, fuck, please stop!”
“What do you say, slave?” It was him. He was above her, inside her, hurting her. Again.
“Oh God,” she whispered, and then his fingers pushed deeper, knuckles stretching her cunt. That was the word he used, and it was the only one her mind would grasp as another torrent of pain shot through her. Too much, too fucking much.
“You know what you need to say. Say it and I will stop.” The bastard punctuated his statement by forcing his fingers a little farther in. He was tearing her, he had to be. The pain made her spine shiver, made her back arch, but her eyes slowly focused despite the tears blurring the edges.
He had one hand braced on something above her, something above the… drawer… she lay inside. That was it, she was in a drawer. A huge fucking drawer, with restraints. Turning her head she saw the metal lining she lay on, the dark hole inside where she had been trapped. A gasp ripped from her lungs as pain spiked ag
ain, a whine as her whole body tensed with the stretch of four fingers forcing her wide, and then he slid back just enough to let her breathe. “Please!” she begged.
“Say it.”
Master. Master. Master.