Mabel Shot Part 6
" Alekessandra introduced us. He used to go to the same golf club my adoptive parents used to go to. One day, she took me with her, and he was there. — I drop the bandages on the floor and pick up the box of Band-Aids. — I used to go to Sodoma, so your father gave you the chair, sir?
“Yes,” he answers quickly, without blinking or even hesitating. — Before you met this man, did you go to this golf club with your mother?
“No.” I shake my head and pick up a Band-Aid from the box. — Alekessandra didn’t like me going out much, she preferred me to stay home, studying, being taught by her, she didn’t want me to lose focus. But I think that day, when she took me to the club, was the first time I left the house where we lived.
I fix the Band-Aid on his wound and cover the largest cut, smiling with satisfaction when I see his wounds are clean.
“There, I’m done!” — I smile at him and close the box, picking up the things on the floor and getting ready to get up.
I don't even get to flex my leg up before he lifts me under his arms and makes me sit on his leg, holding my face with his hand and keeping it immobilized.
"What's his name, Mabel? — Then, sure as a thunder that cuts through the sky after the lightning, when the storm arrives, the damn question is uttered by his mouth.
"I need to put these things away, sir... — I bite my lip and feel a burning sensation on my neck, when he holds the back of my neck tightly.
"Answer my question! — His voice is like steel being thrown against me, piercing my soul, which screams to be obedient to him.
"Please... — I close my eyes and shake my head, I don't want to say Nate's name.
When we invoke the names of our demons out loud, it's as if the wind carries the call to them, unearthing pain and fear from deep within our souls.
" A name, Mabel...
" I can't say his name. — I open my eyes and stare at him, breathing in anguish, silently begging him to ask me any damn question but that one.
" Why, little bird? — His face comes closer to mine, inches away from me, and he looks at every corner of my face, squeezing the back of my neck tighter. — Why don't you say that son of a bitch's name to me, or would you rather I throw you on this table and punish you with a good spanking until you say his name? Give me that name or I swear that's what I'm going to do to you!
" Because the last time I said that damn name, I was lying tied up on the floor, on top of my own vomit and urine, with my legs bruised and bloody. — I close my eyes tightly and shake my head. — With him on top of me, marking my body with a knife, while laughing, feeling pleasure from what he was doing to me, even though I was screaming his name, begging him to stop... — I sob between the tears that grip me, shaking my head faster. — Then no, sir, I will not say that damn name out loud ever again. I would rather cut my throat than pronounce that son of a bitch's name again. If you want to punish me for this, go ahead, I won't tell.
When my eyes open, it is with a hurricane of a sandstorm that I come across. The dark countenance is twice as taciturn, with his brown eyes pulling towards black, and an animalistic growl coming out of his lips, as he holds me tighter. I keep my eyes locked on his, even though I feel scared by the way he is.
Czar takes a deep breath and opens his mouth like a beast that bares its fangs, ready to attack. And I don't give her any resistance when she attacks me, fierce and wild, kissing me brutally, to the point of making me moan in pain on her lips, due to the fury of her kiss. I feel them heavy, crushing mine, between the bites he delivers, trapping his hand in my hair in anger. The utensils in my fingers slip, rolling to the floor as my hands grip his chest. I feel his heart beating hard in my fingers. The sound of the chair hitting the floor is as abrupt as the way I am deposited on the table, with him pulling my head back, forcing me to look at him.
"You're wrong, Mabel, if you think your obedience is restricted only to those four walls." His large hand crushing my thigh makes me gasp, breathing irregularly, my fingers trembling on his chest. "Your ass is mine, your hot pussy is mine, as is that adorable, hungry mouth. — He lets go of my hair and holds my chin in his hand, his eyes falling to my mouth. — We are not playing board games, little bird, but Sodom!
I don't have time to answer him or think before he kisses me again brutally, completely devastating my coherent thoughts, like a gale that blows with sheer force a house of cards, collapsing it. The plate falls to the floor, along with the cutlery, when his hand forces me to lie down. I feel my panting chest heave with each breath I take, withm my body is getting electric and hot. Czar lifts my tail and levers it just a little bit upwards, while dragging my nightgown over my belly to my head. I try to lift my arms so he can take it off completely, but I only realize what his intention is when he turns me around forcefully, making me lie on my stomach. My arms are immobilized with a piece of the nightgown and the other part he uses to cover my head with the thin cloth. I feel them being crossed behind me, while I am scared and excited at the same time.
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