What was fun?
“It was fun fucking you while your body was limp and unresponsive.”
Oh, God, no.
He disappeared from my field of view, and I knew he was behind me. I wanted to move my head. I wanted to be able to see him, to know what he was going to do. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t get my head to move that far without it feeling like my skin was being torn off.
“A part of me wishes you were conscious so you could remember what it feels like to have my dick inside you. Will this perhaps trigger your memory?” I felt his hand cup between my legs, and I wept while his touch tortured me further. “Or maybe this?” He forced a finger inside me, and I wailed against my shut lips.
“Please. Stop.”I wanted to beg, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even move my body to try to get away from him. All I could do was remain still while he deviled my body with his touch. It ached. It ached everywhere. The way he so easily slipped his fingers into me, and I had no choice but to let him, was worse than the pain dripping from my body into the pool of blood beneath me.
“Are those tears for me, ballerina girl?” His finger slipped out of me, and I continued to sob. “I can promise you, you weren’t crying when I fucked you.”
One final step, and he came close enough for me to see him. But his face was…dear God, his face. It was one horrifying canvas of mutilated flesh. A monster.
What looked like bloody and raw skin moved into a smile that was fit for the devil.
“Don’t worry, ballerina girl. I didn’t hurt that sweet pussy of yours. It was already wrecked when I slipped my dick inside you. He already ruined you.”
I pinched my eyes closed because I couldn’t stand looking at his face. Tears flooded down my cheeks, and the chains clanged as my body shook violently. I trembled while my insides were tightly bound with barbed wire, slicing and cutting everything in its path. I cried, and the muffled sobs echoed from my chest, vibrating up my throat and into my mouth.
“Aw. Does the pretty ballerina girl want to scream? Here,” he ripped the tape off my mouth with one violent yank, “let me here you scream.”
And then I did. I screamed. I screamed so loud I was sure it made my ears bleed.
I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop crying, screeching until I tasted my own blood.
“Please! Help me!”
“Granite!”
The man’s maniacal laugh penetrated my screams, until…
Until…
“Alyx?”
My name sounded like a curse on the devil’s lips. It was him.
“Alyx?”
Get away from me.
“Alyx. Jesus, wake up!”
I opened my eyes, and for a brief moment, I was still there hanging from the ceiling. All I could do was swing my arms and ball my fists, crying and screaming while desperately trying to fight.
“Alyx! Stop. Stop. It’s okay.”
I screamed again.
“Alyx! It’s me. It’s me…Onyx.”
I opened my eyes and looked right at the familiar face. Onyx grabbed my wrists and pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
“Jesus, Alyx. It’s okay.”
The relief that flowed over me was indescribable. It was like water over dry sand, and I soaked it all up right before sobs wracked through my body.