He locks it in place and moves to the television shining a bright-white screen. When he clicks a remote, an image appears. It’s a video paused on the title I’m sure is something gory from the word on screen.
Severed.
“Enjoy your movie night, princess.” The man who reminds me of an evil ogre smirks viciously as he walks out, shutting the door with a resounding click. My gaze darts back to the screen, and before I can think about what’s about to happen, the wand placed on my core starts a gentle vibration.
Another older man appears from behind me. He’s dressed like a doctor, with blue plastic gloves and a stethoscope around his neck.
“We’re going to test your restraint, little one,” he smirks. “They asked for a strong one, a fighter.”
I frown at this information, wondering who he’s talking about, or even what he’s talking about. “Please, why are you doing this?”
He doesn’t respond, merely gestures to the screen with his chin, silently ordering me to turn my attention back to the television.
The name disappears, and a scene appears with a man who looks to be in his early forties, graying hair with a scraggly beard that reminds me of barbed wire. The lens follows him to a bed where a girl who can’t be much older than my eighteen years is bound helpless.
I can’t look away, and I can’t close my eyes. I’m bound so well with my head fastened to hooks on the wall that don’t allow me to move an inch. There’s something on my eye lids that allow me to blink, but I can’t keep them closed.
She’s begging, crying, and pleading with him to let her go. The vibration between my legs intensifies, and I’m lost in pleasurable confusion. My body is reacting to the stimulation, but my mind recoils at the scene on the television.
I’m assaulted by the scene before me of the old man thrusting himself inside the girl. There are feral grunts, screams of pain, and when the lens zooms in, blood is dripping from where they’re connected.
My body gives in to the pleasure. My stomach convulses from the scene before me. I can’t stop my orgasm, and I can’t stop the puke that’s dripping from my chin. My mind feels almost fragmented, shattered and torn at the emotions racing through me.
The man, who’s dressed in an immaculate suit, continues to violate her, to torture her with his cock, his grip around her neck tightens as her choking intensifies, while he spits on her. It’s horrific to watch, and I’m afraid to see what’s to follow. His large hand grips her tiny breast, tugging on the flesh harshly, as if he’s trying to rip it off. Her cries echo in my ears, and his grunts fill the room.
It’s sick.
It’s vile.
And I can’t move away, turn away from the scene. The large, silent man dressed in a white lab coat stalks closer, his hand holding an object dripping blood, and when I finally take a good look, I notice it’s a human heart. At least, that’s what I’ve seen pictures of in biology class. My body is rigid with fear, my blood turning icy cold. What are they doing with that? My thoughts are erratic, fliting between fear and revulsion.
“She had so many pretty parts,” he sneers, pushing his hand holding the organ against my mouth as I try to fight him off. The screams still echo around me as he feeds me. With his other hand, I feel the pressure between my legs as he forces two thick fingers inside me. “You’ll be broken soon, just like her.”
I can’t close my mouth as he shoves it into me, and I’m painted in the crimson liquid while the video plays, and my body leaps over an edge I’ve been fighting, but the assault on my clit is too much.
I’m drenched in red. My mouth and my shoulders are slick as he grips me, ensuring I’m soaked in the metallic liquid.
“So pretty, little girl,” he sneers.
My body locks and convulses as pleasure shoots through me. It’s not from the scene. It’s from the forced orgasm I’ve been subjected to. But the vibration only intensifies. I cry out, begging for mercy, even though I know they’ll never offer it. I feel another release on the edge, it’s right there, and the filthy words from the TV vibrate though me, and I cry out in pleasure, in pain, in disgust.
Another notch on the vibrator is turned up, and I’m wet. My clit is throbbing now, and I can’t stop the moan that slips from my lips. A third orgasm is close, I’m watching a girl get violated, and all I can do is find release, pleasure watching pain.
The piece of filth steps back, admiring me shaking and shuddering wildly. My captor turns around and calls out to someone I can’t see.