Mabel Shot Part 3

We lose ourselves with every movement, faster, more intense. The orgasm hits me as everything explodes inside of me. Not the sound of the bed hitting the wall, nor the light in the room coming through the open window—nothing else exists here but us. I feel my body tremble, tightening against his. He grips my thigh harder, his fingers leaving my lips and moving to my neck, his cock thrusting into me faster and harder. I can hardly breathe as everything burns around us, and my body fills with hot jets amidst the hoarse sounds escaping his lips. I can almost feel myself disconnecting from my body, my nails digging into his skin. His body trembles with the last thrust as he collapses on top of me, releasing my neck. I feel, between the pain and the pleasure of the orgasm, everything knock me out. His large body lies over mine, abandoned, our hearts racing as we try to find a way to breathe normally again. His face rubs against my skin, fitting into my neck as his tongue slowly glides down my throat, touching the pulsing vein. I feel a small frenzy of pleasure wash over me, making me moan, pulling him closer as I hug his back tightly.
“God…” I murmur, smiling, my eyes closed, feeling intoxicated by everything he does to me.
“Girl, don’t you dare mention God in here,” he whispers, hoarsely, and I automatically open my eyes, staring at the ceiling.
“No… don’t stop…” I say softly, feeling the warmth of a tear trickle down my cheek.
“If God existed, he wouldn’t let us do this to you.” Czar pulls away as he finishes speaking, leaving his face hovering over mine. “I recited a passage from 120 Days of Sodom last night. What did you do, Mabel?”
“I did something bad…”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, shaking my head and feeling my body grow cold with each memory that grips me. I feel the pain in my body consuming me, my face pressed to the floor, the bitter taste of my tears mixed with my vomit. The warmth of blood trickles down my legs, flowing from my backside. I lie here, completely sprawled on the floor of the room, naked, face down. I hear his breathing slow behind me as he rises. Everything is so dark, lifeless.
I hear his footsteps as he walks slowly across the room, stopping near me. I see his feet close to my face as he crouches down. He moves his fingers and places them on my face, pressing the tips into my cheek, feeling my tears.
“You don’t need to cry!” Nate says softly, taking a long breath. “You liked it; I felt your ass suck my cock inside of it.” I close my eyes and let the tears roll silently down my face as he keeps his foot on my face. “You’re mine, Mabel; don’t be foolish enough to say you want to leave me again. The next time you make that mistake, it’ll be that beautiful skin of your cheek I’ll mark.”
He walks past me and goes to the bathroom, reciting the passages from that damn book he read the entire weekend while torturing me. I watch the knife fallen on the floor near the bed, dirty with my blood, and I drag my body slowly, feeling every part of me wounded. My trembling fingers grip the knife as I stretch my arm and swallow a groan of pain. I don’t want to leave here. I want to die in this room rather than let that damn man touch me again. I can almost feel the coldness of the blade as I bring it closer to my throat.
“What do you think you’re doing, dumb bitch?!” Nate turns my body and looks at me with anger, smashing my head against the wall.
My lungs ache with each breath. I feel dead, broken in every possible way. It’s instinct that makes me raise my arm when Nate comes at me again. I hear his scream mix with mine as my arm is twisted.
“Bitch!” Nate screams with pure hatred and snatches the object from my hand, slapping my face.
He steps back and holds the knife, throwing it on the bed. His head lowers as he looks at his left nipple, wounded by the blade, which has cut a piece of it, leaving it hanging and bleeding. He raises his finger and touches the wound. I see him look at his own blood on his fingers.

“Did something bad, Mabel. Very bad.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, shaking his head.
I faint when his foot lifts and kicks my face.
“When I woke up, my whole body was wrapped in cling film, from head to toe, like a big piece of vacuum-packed meat,” I murmur, staring at the ceiling, remembering the agony I felt from not being able to breathe, from being suffocated. “He made a small cut in the plastic, above my mouth, so I could breathe. He dripped small drops of hot candle wax on the plastic, making it stick to my skin, before tearing a hole between my legs and raping me again, with me completely immobilized, and the only thing he said was a passage from the book.”
I fall silent after finishing what happened in that room, with only the sound of Czar's heavy breathing next to my face, his face hidden in my hair and his body still on top of me. Maybe I should feel grateful he didn’t look at my face with every word that came out of my mouth, letting him know how dirty my soul is, for not being able to control my body’s response to all the abomination Nate did to me. The bed shifts as his large male body moves, his hands resting on my hip, his torso pushing forward. His brown eyes are dark, as is his mouth, which is set in a grimace, filled with hatred.
“I thought I smelled his cologne last night at the club. That’s why I was so scared…” I turn my face and look at the screen on the wall, murmuring, too afraid to meet his eyes.
“Did you see him?” Czar holds my face and makes me look at him again. “Did you see him there?”
I recall the man on the second floor: the shape, the lines of his face looked familiar, but I’m not sure; I don’t know what was a projection of my mind and what was fear.
“I think…” I start to speak, but I stop when there’s a knock at the door.
“GREG!” The sound of Sieta's voice as she knocks hard on the door makes us both turn our faces that way at the same time.
“Sieta is here? I didn’t know,” I say, confused, turning my eyes back to him.
“She must have just arrived,” he replies, angry, pursing his lips. “WAIT FOR ME DOWNSTAIRS,” Czar growls, turning his face back to me. “Did you see him?”
“GREG, IT'S URGENT!”
Before I can respond, Sieta calls out again, more desperately.
“It's all right, sir. I didn’t see anyone; it was all in my head.” I reach out and caress his face, giving him a gentle look. “You can go; we’ll talk later.”
I watch Mr. Gregovivk reluctantly get up and leave the bed as I feel the center of my legs sticky with his cum. Czar quickly puts on his pants, his eyes glued to me.
“Our conversation isn’t over yet.” He gives me a direct order, grabs his shirt, and walks to the door, turning his face to me before opening it. “Don’t leave this room until I come back.”
“I don’t plan on leaving this bed, except to go to the bathroom and clean myself up.” I quickly get up and rush toward the bathroom.
My fingers reach for the doorknob, and I close the door, watching him open the bedroom door through the crack.
“Sebastian has been found…” I hear Sieta’s nervous voice speaking hastily to him, her words broken. “Ramsés just told us…”
“Damn it!” Mr. Gregovivk exclaims, nervous, grabbing her arm, stepping out of the room, and slamming the door shut.
I stay silent and look at the bathroom doorknob, hugging my body, trying to understand what just happened.