4. WILLOW

When my captor comes back, he’s no longer wearing his jacket and it’s like my eyes have a mind of their own as they take in the tight fit of his t-shirt and the way it stretches over his chest.

I notice the scars on his arms and my mind starts to conjure up all sorts of reasons for how he got them. Then I see the bucket in his hand. My stomach sinks knowing just what I’m meant to use it for. If he’s giving me any sort of amenities then he’s most likely not going to kill me tonight. That’s a good thing, right?

He sets it down in the corner, behind the door. “There’s a blanket and some water in it if you want it,” he shrugs as he stands there with his hands in his pockets. “What? I don’t get a thank you?” he adds with a smirk as I glare at him.

“Screw you,” I hiss through my teeth and his smile widens.

“That’s the next part.”

My face falls as he steps towards me. I try to stand up, it’s difficult with the rope but I manage to hold onto one of the shelves and pull myself to my feet.

I start tossing anything I can grab at him. Most of the cans end up missing since it’s surprisingly difficult to do anything tied up like this but the ones that do hit he takes like I threw a marshmallow at him rather than solid metal. One gets him in the shoulder and he just stands there with his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed over his chest. “You done?”

How strong is this guy?

He takes a step towards me and I try to hop back but I stumble and end up on my knees in front of him.

Pain shoots up my legs but I try not to show him any weakness. He cups the back of my head weaving his long fingers through my hair, making my scalp tingle. His bulge is big and hard in front of me. It’s difficult not to look at it. It’s either that or his face and I’m scared what will happen if our eyes lock.

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg him but I’m quickly learning that anytime I plead with him he seems to enjoy it.

“Take my cock out, little kitten.” I shake my head and his grip in my hair tightens so hard I can feel strands tearing from my scalp. “I don’t have any lube so the only wetness you’ll be getting is your own saliva, if you don’t suck me off I’ll be going in dry.”

“I’m not doing that!” The thought of him tearing me as he fucks me is unpleasant enough already but the idea of having him in my mouth first and having to actively participate is even worse. At least if he just uses me I can lie back and pretend I’m not really here.

“Suit yourself.” He tosses me onto my side and drops to his knees. I kick at him but he grabs my ankles holding them painfully tight. Then he reaches around to the back of his pants and pulls out the same knife from before except this time the blade is clean. I brace myself for what comes next but he only cuts the rope and sets the knife down behind him.

“Your ankles are so red, guess I tied you up too tight.” He runs a finger over the inflamed lines and I wince. It stings but his fingers are also cool enough to feel soothing which is so much worse than the pain. In no way do I want to find any comfort from this man.

“Good or bad?” he asks. I look away from him, shielding my face with my hair so he doesn’t know how good his touch feels.

I feel his hands run up my legs, his thumbs stroking my thighs as they near the heat that’s radiating between my legs. He unzips my jeans and starts to tug them down along with my underwear. I kick at him again but once he’s got them over my feet he puts all his weight on my knees to spread me open. My thigh muscles burn and shake as he pins me down.

I put my hands in front of my pussy shielding it from his view but he easily pulls my hands above my head.

He starts to trail the knife over my chest. “Gotta see all of you for this.” He grabs my collar and starts hacking my clothes off me. I scream expecting to feel it slice into my skin but he doesn’t leave a single mark on me.

“You really are such a sweet, little thing, Willow.”

I gasp as he says my name, the sound of it coming from his mouth taking me by surprise. He must have looked through my bag and found my ID. It doesn’t feel right that he’s invading every part of me, my privacy and my body, like he has some right to it and I don’t even know his name.

I start to cry as his hands roam over my body leaving trails of goosebumps behind.

“Shh shh shh,” he hushes me as he places a finger to my lips. I close them tight but that seems to amuse him. He drags the digit over the seam of my lips, it feels rough and calloused. I imagine how his fingers would feel all over my body and shiver. He starts to slowly lean in closer and closer. Then he kisses me.

My head grinds into the concrete with the force of him pushing against me. His tongue is insistent on getting in my mouth but I resist him. Until he starts to bite me. His canines cut into my lower lip and my mouth opens with a cry.

I lose control of every sense other than the taste of him as he kisses me with what feels like primal need.

Why does he have to taste so good?

I end up biting him back but it spurs him on and the taste of our blood mixing on our tongues makes us both moan. My tongue seems to have a mind of its own as it finds its way deeper into his mouth and I whimper as he sucks it hard.

When he pulls away, I’m gasping for air but I can’t move. I lie there like my unwanted lust has made me paralytic and he studies my face with a serious expression for a long moment until that crazy smile breaks out on his face again.

Why does he have to look so beautiful?

“Didn’t think you’d get so into it.” I’m not sure if he's talking to me or himself. “I’ve never had a witness to deal with like this before. Maybe I’ll keep you around for a while. Then again, let’s see how good this pussy is before we start getting ahead of ourselves.”

He’s going to kill me and I wish he’d just get it over with. Death would be so much better than enjoying any of this. No matter how good looking he is, or how good he’s making me feel, I just saw him murder someone. This is all kinds of wrong.

He leans down so his lips are touching my ear and whispers, “then again dead girls tell no tales.”

“Please, don’t drag this out. If you’re going to kill me, then please, just make it quick! Please!” I beg through my tears.

He sits up, his weight bearing down on me and looks at me with a puzzled expression.

“Don’t worry, little kitten, we’ll have lots of fun first. I promise I’ll make it good.” He thrusts his pelvis against my bare pussy and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against my clit. I moan and roll my hips, my mind’s telling me to get away from him but my needy body wants more of the friction.

I hear the zip of his jeans and then something big and hot is pressing against my pussy. He runs it up away from my entrance where he massages my clit with the spongy head. My head rolls back as my hips move up for more of the touch.

“Wait, please!” I choke out, my bound hands grabbing on to the front of his shirt.

“You sure? You don’t want me to make you come?” I shake my head as I bite my tongue, I can’t say yes, no matter how much my body wants me to.

I feel it as he moves his cock back to my entrance. “Want to know a secret?” he whispers in my ear. I try to shut him out but his presence is so overpowering he’s taken over every single one of my senses. “You’re already wet.”

“No, I’m—,” I start to cry out and at the same time he pushes into me.

He starts out slow as he says through gritted teeth, “fuck, you’re tight. I need you to tell me exactly when it hurts, okay?”

I find myself nodding and saying, “then you’ll stop?” I gasp as he pushes in a little more. It already hurts but I can’t get my brain and mouth to work together to tell him.

There’s a burning, stretching pain as he fills me but it’s turning into something else. My clit throbs and I want that friction again. I want to know exactly how deep he can go and what it will feel like to be completely filled by him.

I shouldn’t want my first kiss or my first time to be like this.

He smiles at me but doesn’t say anything as he pushes the rest of the way in. It feels like fire erupts inside me as he takes my virginity. Blinding, hot fire that feels amazing as it engulfs me from the inside out. My pussy pulses around him as he buries himself inside me. I want to look to see if I’ve taken all of him yet but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction that he’s breaking me down.

“It hurts,” I say, hoping to get his sympathy.

“Does it feel like I’m tearing you apart? I need to know, Willow, need you to tell me what the pain feels like,” he says as his head rolls back, he pulls out and starts to slowly rock in and out of me.

Each time it hurts less and less as I start to get wetter and my pussy takes him a little easier. It’s like it’s too much and not enough at the same time. I want him to stop but I also need him deeper. I want to feel him all over me, inside and out.

“Too much,” is all I can say. He leans in to kiss me, I turn my head away but he grabs my jaw and forces me to kiss him back. My tears spill and he licks them up between kisses.

“You’re gripping me so fucking tightly. Has anyone fucked you this good before?”

“Why are you doing this?” I ask.

He drags his tongue down my throat to my breasts. “Because I just had to have you.” He sucks on a nipple then says, “needed to know how you feel on my cock, in my mouth.” He moves to the other nipple and sucks before adding, “need all of you.” Then he bites down hard and I scream. White hot pain courses through me but it turns into something that feels like liquid heat between my legs and I want more of it.

When he lets go it’s only to take more of my breast into his mouth and bite down again. My body writhes from the intense pain but my pussy starts quivering around his length and I can’t deny how good this feels, no matter how much I want to.

Oh god.

I can’t come, I can’t!

“Every inch of you is going to be marked by me when I’m done. There will be nothing left for the cops to identify with how many bites you’ll have.”

He pulls back and I see the angry bites he’s left on my skin and the fresh blood on his teeth.

He slowly drags his still hard cock all the way out of me and my body shudders. “You’re bleeding,” he says with surprise.

I freeze up not sure what to say or how to feel.

Then he looks at me with a hungry excitement in his eyes. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin. Did you want me to be your first, baby? Such a sweet gift for me, I’m flattered.”

I stammer for something to say but I don’t know what. My body is on fire and I’m coiled so tightly I think I’m going to snap if I don’t get to come but the thought of that brings more tears to my eyes. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but the way my body reacts to him and the pain he’s inflicting is something I’ve never felt before. I shouldn’t be wanting more of it.

“You should have told me, I would have gone easier on you.”

“No, you wouldn’t have!”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He plunges back in and I grab onto his shirt just for something to hold onto. My nails curl into his chest through the thin fabric and he looks down and smiles.

“That’s it, little kitten, use your claws to hold on to me as I fuck you nice and deep.” His thrusts speed up and my clit keeps brushing against the muscles above his cock. I know I’m going to come any minute now, I just hope he’ll finish before I do.

He groans loudly, his face slack as he enjoys himself. “You’re taking me so well. Does it turn you on knowing I’m the only one to ever use this pretty, little hole?”

I hate him, I hate him so much, I think to myself as I stare up at him through blurry, tear filled eyes.

“Going to come, little kitten, need you to squeeze me tight when I do.” I shake my head and try to think of anything other than being here but my mind won’t stray from him and the connection he has to my body.

I start to tense and he feels it too. “That’s it, baby, come for me,” he coos as he pumps into me faster and harder, his fingers digging so hard into my hips I’m sure he’ll leave bruises, as he holds me in place like a toy for him to wreck.

I shake my head again, “no! I won’t! I-ahh!” I scream as I make the deadly mistake of looking into his eyes and my entire body combusts, my hips buck up off the cold ground to get more of him inside me as my pussy holds him tight.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” he chants and his hips jerk an uneven rhythm as he comes deep inside me.

When he pulls out I wince as the pain starts to come back now that the pleasure’s worn off. I drag myself away from him as he sits back on his heels with his cock still hanging out. Even as it softens, he’s still big. It’s covered in streaks of come and blood. My pussy squeezes down on nothing, making his come start to leak out of me and a new wave of humiliation creeps in.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

“No, had to fuck you raw, little kitten,” he says as he brushes his fingers up through his messy fringe and I catch a glimpse of a scar underneath. Then he wipes his cock on my shredded clothes before tucking it away.

“But—,” I start but he cuts me off.

“Don’t worry about it, you won’t be around long enough to have a baby and I’m pretty sure I’m clean.” He gives me a look that makes my skin crawl and I sob harder. I press my face into my knees so he can’t see my pain and get off on it. I can sense him lingering there for a moment before his footsteps retreat and the door locks.

Now that I have some privacy my mind breaks down, the defenses I tried to build up completely shatter as I cry. I’m not going to blame myself and say I let it happen. But it’s not like he forced me to enjoy it. That was all me.