31
Penny
Dizziness overcomes me, but I force myself to stay awake. My vision is blurry from all the tears, but I still keep my eyes wide open.
Tucker is kneeling next to me; using the knife in his hand, he slowly brings it to my throat and dips it under my shirt. Then cuts the fabric down the center. The cold blade grazes along my skin, and I’m scared if I look down, I’ll find blood.
My entire body is shaking, my teeth rattling together in fear. I always thought there would come a time when I’d get used to this kind of fear, the pain, and the suffering, but I never did. The agony never lessens, the terror only growing with each experience.
Maybe it’s because every time I feel like this, I’m scared for my life. I fear that he is going to take it too far and kill me. Maybe today I’ll die.
“Are you cold, pet? Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up here in a minute.” He gives me a salacious grin.
He stops between my breasts and slides the knife under my bra. In one slice, he cuts it, and my bra opens, leaving my chest exposed.
“Nice tits,” Tucker says in approval. “A little small, but they’ll do. Plus, I’m more concerned about your pussy being tight.” He roughly cups one of my breasts and pinches the nipple.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I muffle a scream and pull on my restraints. I try to roll away from him, my body jerking away like his hand is a branding iron. It might as well be. Every time he touches my skin, I feel like I will forever be tainted by him, like a curse, I won’t be able to shake.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you. I hope you’ll scream for me every second.”
He picks the knife back up and continues to cut down my shirt. When the blade runs over my stomach, I panic even more. It must be my manic state that has me opening my mouth because I know better than to talk back. That’s only going to anger him further, make the punishment more severe.
“Why are you doing this? Can’t you find a woman who will willingly sleep with you?”
“Of course I can, but where is the fun in that? I like when they fight me. You’re gonna fight me too, aren’t you? Or you going to take my cock willingly? Tell me, did you fight Ryder?”
At the mention of Ryder’s name, my heart squeezes in my chest as if an invisible hand clasps onto the beating organ behind my ribcage.
“Tell me!” he yells, spit flying and landing on my skin as the blade digs into the tender flesh above my belly button.
“No,” I whimper.
“No? Why? You liked him fucking you?” He pulls the blade away and looks at the blood coating it now. My blood, I realize.
“Yes,” I blurt out, not wanting to lie.
“You did,” he laughs, “of course, you did. You’re nothing but a whore, after all. That’s what Ryder likes, you know? Whores, like you. Surprisingly, they like him too. Everyone loves Ryder, the fucking golden boy who can’t do wrong.” Tucker talks with such venom in his voice, the hatred for Ryder can’t be missed.
“Why do you hate Ryder so much?” I ask, trying to keep him talking.
“Why? Because he has everything, and I have nothing. Everyone loves him. Everyone wants him. Even his fucking dog is loyal. You know what my dog did? Pissed on my boots.” Tucker laughs humorlessly. “It’s always Ryder, all about Ryder. What about me, huh?”
“I-I don’t know.” I shake my head, not knowing what I could say to calm him down.
“I’ll just have to take everything that’s his, starting with you. You should have just sucked my dick and taken the money when you had the chance. Now you’re going to get every hole in your body fucked, and you’re going to do it all for free.”
“Please, don’t,” I beg, but that just seems to egg him on further. I see his dark worn jeans bulging in the front, letting me know how aroused he is.
“Begging turns me on just as much.” He reaches for his zipper, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Just when I lose all hope to get out of here, I hear a loud bang coming from the front of the building. My eyes fly open just in time to see Tucker get up and spin around. He reaches behind him to grab the gun tucked in his waistband, but before he can lift it in the air, five men storm into the room. Three of them are pointing their own guns at him.
“Drop it,” one guy orders. I recognize two of them from the bar. They are Ryder’s friends. Did he send them?
“Listen, Trick, this is all a misunderstanding,” Tucker tries to play it off. “She came to me. She got tired of Ryder and wants me to fuck her.”
Trick looks past him and down to where I’m lying on the mattress. All I can do is shake my head profusely, hoping he believes me.