I didn’t convince him, and now I won’t get another chance.
“Loop it around her wrists,” he tells her.
“Dare, please,” I cry. “Please don’t do this to me.”
Anae smiles. “Ew, she’s begging you?”
“Of course she’s begging me.”
She rolls her eyes as she winds the green rope around my wrists. “At least die with a little dignity, you dumb slut.”
Dare smirks. “I don’t know, I kind of like it.”
Anae smiles faintly, but it’s a tolerant, indulgent kind of smile like she finds his depraved comment charming. “You would.”
The fact that his eyes glitter with shared amusement makes my blood run cold.
I feel hopeless and completely empty as Dare watches her tie the knot in the rope binding my hands together. I may have gotten one last moment with my boyfriend, but now I’m trapped beneath the weight of hers.
I stop begging even though he’s not covering my mouth anymore. Dare’s hand slips under my shirt and I feel the cool leather against my skin as he squeezes my breast.
Anae walks back over to sit on her throne and watch, but I don’t care about her anymore. I don’t care about any of it. He’d love it if I cried for him, so I don’t. It’s my final act of rebellion. Fuck him.
He must be annoyed by my silence as he fondles me because he gets rougher with my breasts, trying to get a reaction out of me. I don’t even look at him.
“Damn, baby, you’re right,” Anae remarks. “She is a boring fuck.”
My heart drops, but I don’t bat an eye.
“I was going to take her mouth,” he says, “but I have a feeling it won’t be much fun.” Pulling his hands out from under my shirt, he grabs my hips and turns me over. I feel a flash of fear because there’s plastic beneath my face and it would be really easy to hold my face down and suffocate me, but maybe that would be better. Whatever sick shit they want to do to me, at least I wouldn’t have to be here for it.
Dare adjusts his weight on top of me when I’m tummy down on the bed. He grips my hair with his gloved hand to hold me down where he wants me, and slides the other hand between my thighs.
This isn’t the first time he’s done this to me, just the first time I’ve called it what it is, I guess.
I close my eyes as he forces a gloved finger inside me. He pushes deep, working his finger back and forth. Violating me with it in front of her to get me ready for his dick.
I just want it to be over.
He pulls his finger out of me, but I feel no relief. I know what comes next.
Or what should come next, but I hear something that sounds like Dare ripping his glove off his hand.
“Hello?” he says, in a tone that clearly isn’t for Anae.
My heart slams forward in my chest.
Is he… on the phone?
“Help!” I shout. It’s all I get out before Dare grabs my face so hard, slapping his still-gloved hand over my mouth in a clear command to shut the fuck up.
“No, that was… What do you need?”
My heart pounds.
Anae gets up and walks over, glancing uncertainly from me to Dare to see if he needs her help keeping me quiet. I try to cry out, but Dare’s grip tightens painfully until I’m afraid he’s going to cave in my jaw.
Please!
I still try to cry out for help. Maybe he’ll break my jaw, but if someone hears me, it’ll be worth it.
Because I’m trying so hard to be heard, Dare rushes whoever he’s on the phone with. “All right, yeah. I’ll be right there.”
He ends the call and shoves the phone back in his pocket before leaning down and saying viciously, “What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?”
Is he serious?
I cry out as he releases my jaw and smacks it a little, rolling me over and shoving me back against the bed. He glares at me so coldly, fear sinks through my entire body.
He grabs a fistful of my shirt with his gloved hand, yanking me up off the bed and getting right in my face. “You want me to kill you right fucking now, you stupid little cunt?”
My body trembles but I can’t speak. I’m too terrified.
That look in his eyes, the one I’ve seen when he’s fucking me? I see it now, and I’m afraid I know what it is.
He wants to kill me.
He feels it right now, and maybe he feels the impulse when he’s fucking me, too.
Of course, he’s always curbed it before, but right now… he might not.
He lets go of me and I fall back against the mattress.
I can feel his irritation as he looks around for a moment, then climbs off me, and off the bed.