Chapter Thirty-One
**Content warning - Some scenarios in this chapter may be triggering for some individuals. If you are triggered by physical and sexual abuse, please skip this chapter.**
Brooklyn
The feel of hands caressing my legs as they part my thighs, seconds before a tongue begins lapping at my pussy pulls me into consciousness.
“Oh, God,” I buck my hips, meeting each stroke of his tongue as I moan, “More.”
One of his hands moves up my leg, teasing the inside of my thigh before finding my dripping pussy and plunging two fingers inside.
“Yes,” I gasp, his fingers curling at just the right spot as his mouth latches onto my clit.
I cum quickly, so damn turned on.
He flips me onto my belly and then I feel his hands at my ankles. Something slides over my foot, before tightening. A moment later, his hands are on my left ankle, doing the same.
I feel him climb onto the bed and she straddles my waist with a knee on each side as he leans forward, grasping hold of my right wrist and pulling a rope that’s tied to the bedpost over my hand and tightening it around my wrist.
He does the same to my left hand and then smooths his hands down my sides as he presses his chest against my back, licking and nipping his way as he slowly makes his way back down my body, before pressing the head of his cock against my soaking wet pussy.
*Fuck, this is so hot,* I think, biting my bottom lip as his hips snap forward, thrusting his cock inside of me until he’s buried to the hilt. *And I really fucking like this side of him.*
He retreats, pulling completely except for the head of his cock before sinking inside of me once more, the exquisite feeling pulling a moan from deep within me.
“You know,” comes a voice from above me that I don’t recognize.
A voice that is definitely not Jackson, as I’d thought while letting him touch me.
I completely freeze as memories of Jackson’s confession and then my subsequent leaving run through my mind, along with the events that followed.
*Me following the lit path outside his apartment building.*
*The little gray cat jumping out of the bush and scaring the shit out of me.*
*Finding the trench coat and using it as a blanket to cover up as I’d lain on the park bench.*
*Something covering my nose and mouth before everything went dark.*
As these things run through my mind, he continues speaking, “I started the night hoping to get that bitch with the kid.”
*Chastity,* I think, tears beginning to fill my eyes as terror consumes me.
The bastard keeps fucking me, his hips thrusting hard and fast, but his voice is cruel as he continues, “But, ooh, when I saw you walk out of that building, I thought, “The fucking cops girl, this is fucking perfect,” And you know what? Taking his little bitch ought to teach that prick to stay in his lane.”
“Please, let me go,” I beg, bucking my body against the bed, hoping to throw him off, as I fight the bindings that he’s put me in. “You don’t want to do whatever it is that you have planned.”
He chuckles darkly, “Oh, yes, I fucking do. That dick has it coming for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.”
*What? What the hell is he talking about?* I wonder, none of what he’s saying makes even the smallest bit of sense.
But then, I highly doubt that the mad ramblings of a lunatic are supposed to make sense.
“Fuck, your pussy feels good,” the man groans as he grasps hold of my hips, slowly pulling out, only to sink back in just as slow, as if savoring the way he’s tormenting both me and my body.
“You’re fucking sick!” I snarl, trying once more to buck him off my body. But it’s futile, and only serves to tire me out.
He slips a hand around my waist, holding me off the bed as much as the ropes allow and against his sweaty body, making his cock hit at a different angle and as much as I don’t want to, my body fails me as the head of his cock hits me in just the right way, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast.
“No!” I scream, hating my body for taking pleasure in this sick fuck’s torment.
“You may not want to admit it, but your body likes my cock,” he teases into my ear, his breath sending chills down my spine. “Just like all the other sluts.”
His comment doesn’t make sense and I brush it off, trying to figure out how I’m going to get myself out of this situation.
It’s still dark out but I can see the lightening of the sky through the window. Jackson is likely just now waking up and realizing that I left.
*Oh, why the fuck did I leave?* I think as my tears trail over my cheeks before falling onto the sheet. *Okay, so, he loves me. What’s the big fucking deal? Isn’t that what I want? For a man to love me for me, and not just because I have a pussy? Someone that I can love in return?*
*And I do love him, regardless of how reluctant I’ve been to admit it.*
“Please,” I plead. “Please, don’t hurt me. Just let me go.” I’m afraid to tell him about the pregnancy, he doesn’t seem angry at the moment, but I don’t want to set him off and for some reason, I get the feeling that telling him about the baby would do just that.
“You all always beg, but it isn’t going to save you, just like it didn’t save them,” he says, his voice sounding void of any sort of emotion. It’s almost as if he’s completely lost all sense of humanity.
He thrusts into me one more time and then stills, spilling his cum inside of me. I turn my head, trying to get a look at him from the little bit of light coming in through the window, thinking maybe…Maybe, I don’t even know that maybe if he can see my face as I plead, it could make him change his mind and he’d let me go.
I manage to catch his eyes just a second before moving to the skin around them, it’s still too dim to really be able to see much but it looks like he either has really bad acne, or maybe scars, that cover at least one side of his face.
I don’t get to inspect more before I feel a painful blow to the side of my face, my cheek aching, my jaw in searing pain, and possibly broke, but I can’t even focus on any of that, as he lands another blow, this one a kidney shot to the back.
I scream, or at least I think I do. I can barely open my mouth. So, I’m unsure if any sound actually makes it out or if it’s all in my head, but I do try to fight him off as best I can, considering my position.
All the while praying that Jackson somehow manages to figuring out that I’ve been taken, not having just run off, and find me before this maniac manages to kill me and my baby.
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