Prisoned: A Dark Twisted Erotic Standalone (11 page)

I didn’t want to lose him.

I didn’t want to lose this.

I didn’t want to lose us again.

“Come for me, Kyle.”

I released his hair and flattened my hand over the back of his head, using his power, his presence, the sound of his demands to push myself over the edge.

And, when I did, I screamed.

Kyle.

His fingers pumped out my orgasm, twisting and sliding inside my wetness. My back arched, my ass pushing further into him, opening just enough to take in his tip and squeeze it, like he’d asked. Then, the shuddering hit, waves and sparks passing all the way through me, the pleasure slowly lessening, until there was complete stillness.

Stillness and sedation.

“I’ve waited half my life to hear that”—he kissed the top of my shoulder—“and to feel it.”

I groaned. “Then, I guess you got everything you wanted.”

“Not everything.”

“I hoped there was more.” I was smiling, but because he was behind me, he couldn’t see it.

“There is but not now.”

“Garin—”

His teeth nipped my earlobe. “You’re going to fall asleep because it’s what I want.”

“What about what I want?”

“That guy is going to be back soon, and I don’t want to have to stop. When my cock is inside you, I want to be able to take my time.”

My eyes were getting so heavy that I couldn’t keep them open. “Will you be able to sleep?” I felt him slide my tank over my head and shimmy it down my stomach. Then, I felt him tuck something over my legs.

“I have the smell of you on my fingers. I’ll sleep just fine.”

“Mmm,” I murmured.

Good night, Kyle.

Ten

Kyle

My body was so cold that I couldn’t stop shaking. My skin felt wet, and my hair clung to the back of my neck. I didn’t understand why my bones ached so badly or why my wrists and ankles felt like they had been rubbed raw, the skin around them burning with a heat that was almost intolerable. My eyelids were heavy, as though someone had taped them shut. When I finally opened them, it felt as if they were still closed. Darkness surrounded me. Not a murky gray or a translucent charcoal. It was pitch-black.

Our cell was this dark, but it wasn’t this cold.

I had been taken.

Again.

Where am I?

Why do I hurt?

Am I alone?

I blinked, waiting for my eyes to adjust.

One, two, three, four seconds passed. I still couldn’t see anything. Not my legs. Not my chest. Nothing.

My breath…I couldn’t find it.

Relax, Kyle
.

I tried to rub my eyes, but I couldn’t lift my hands. They were tied behind me, and my legs were shackled as well.

Tied…to what?

I rocked back and forth and realized I was on a chair. There was little give. I figured it was bolted to the ground, but it moved enough that I could feel its sturdiness and weight. It was metal, heavy. It had no cushion.

Breathe
.

When I tried to pry my wrists out of the rope, it tightened even more, chafing over the raw skin. I felt my skin crack open, and the pain seethed. I cried out loud and gasped when I inhaled. My throat was closing.

Breathe, Kyle
.

Each breath hit my bare thighs. I tucked my chin to my chest and felt even more bare skin. When I exhaled again, the burst of air hit my naked breasts.

Someone had taken off my clothes.

Someone had soaked me in something that made my skin and hair wet.

Someone had tied me up.

Someone…

“Let me go!” I screamed, rocking in the chair, hoping the momentum would loosen the bolts. “Help me.”

Each pump of my body caused the burning in my wrists and ankles to intensify. It felt like they had been sliced with a razor and doused with alcohol. When I stopped moving, I felt the drizzle. Too warm to be water from my hair and too thick. It had to be blood. It was running down my fingers and stopping as it reached the tips of my nails. And then…

Drip
…
drip
…
drip
onto the floor.

“Garin?”

Silence.

“Garin, please answer me if you’re in here.”

More silence.

I would have heard him breathing. I would have seen the window by the top of the ceiling if I were in the cell.

So, where the hell was I?

I tried to take a breath and couldn’t. The air…it was gone. Not around me, but in my lungs.

If Garin were here, he’d tell me to breathe. He’d try to take my mind off the tightening of my throat, the pressure in my chest.

Breathe
.

I shook my head, and strands of wet hair clung to my cheeks and to the spit on my lips. I hadn’t licked them, so why were they still wet? Why hadn’t my skin dried? Why was my hair soaked?

Whoever had taken me from our cell had drugged me. I couldn’t remember a thing past going to sleep there. And, now, I was waking up here. I felt so out of it, so out of control. I wasn’t sure what were thoughts and what was actually happening. But I knew only that I was in a chair, and my hands and feet were tied.

And there was pain.

“Kyle…”

“Ahh-ahh-ahh!” I screamed. My heart pounded so hard that it made me stutter. “Wh-where are y-you?”

I didn’t recognize the voice, but I had to find where it was coming from. I turned my head from side to side, slapping more of my wet hair onto my cheeks. The freezing strands made me shiver even more. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t feel him.

“I’m
here
.”

His breath was hot. It scorched my ear.

“W-who are y-you?”

“That’s not the right question.”

He had an accent—not as thick as Beard’s and a different tone. This guy’s was deeper. As far as I knew, Beard didn’t speak English.

“Wh-what did y-you do to me?”

“Still not the right question.”

I couldn’t stop my chest from heaving, and I couldn’t draw in a breath. I expected to pass out at any second, the lack of oxygen causing my brain to shut down.

“But I’ll answer it because I like you, Kyle.” He moved to the other side, to my other ear. His mouth smelled like rotten fish. “I ripped you away from the bed that Garin had you tucked into and slowly,
very
slowly, took off all your clothes.” His lips moved down to the base of my neck. “You were dirty. So very dirty. So, I dropped you in a bath. It was a special bath, you see, filled with special things. And I made sure the water was very cold. Ice cold.” His laugh was so sinister. “I liked watching the way your nipples hardened when they got wet. They wrinkled around the circles and pinched together in the middle.”

Every time his tongue curled around an R, my stomach churned.

“Nice, tight pink nipples, big enough to fit and tug between my front teeth. Most nipples are too big to fit between there. Not yours. You have small tits and one hell of a fucking ass.” He licked the length of my neck and stopped at my earlobe, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm, that cunt of yours. Without a razor in your cell, I was surprised to see it was still bald.”

He moved down to the top of my shoulder and chomped into my flesh. It was impossible to hold in my scream.

“It was a good surprise though; don’t worry. I didn’t punish you for having a bald cunt. I admired it, and I took pictures of it…after I rubbed my cum all over it.”

My body shook, as though I were being electrocuted. Tears ran into my mouth as they streamed from my eyes. He had violated my body. He had taken something that wasn’t his. He had…

“You ra-raped me.”

My tongue suddenly felt too large for my mouth, and I gagged. I turned my head and urged whatever was in my throat to come out. Saliva pooled around my teeth and on my tongue. I spit it on the ground. No food came up, no bile.

I was empty. Again.

How long had I been in here? Naked? With him doing whatever he wanted to my body? With whatever objects he deemed appropriate? And whatever secret bath sauce he had marinated me in?

“I didn’t rape you.” Two long breaths and a lick on the inside of my ear. “You’re my prisoner; your cunt isn’t lucky enough to feel my dick.” He laughed again. This time, it sounded like it served as a confirmation. “I won’t fuck you until you give me what I want. Until then, I’m just going to use you as a landing pad for my cum. But, mmm, my cum looked so fucking sexy on your bald cunt.”

I should have felt relief. I should have started breathing. But knowing he had seen my body naked, had touched it, had put me in the most vulnerable position hurt almost as badly as the thought of him raping me.

Could I really trust anything he said though?

I squeezed in the walls of my pussy, searching for that small ache that always came after sex and lingered for at least a day.

I felt nothing.

Maybe he was telling the truth.

“What do you wa-want? Wh-why am I h-here?”

“Wrong questions. Again.”

The smell in the air told me he was now in front of me.

“I want you to listen,” he said.

“Li-listen for wh-what—”

Whap
.

I screamed as his hand slapped my cheek. I screamed again as the sound echoed in the room. Each repeated noise felt like another slap. The pain seared through my jaw and behind my eye, like it was going to fly right out of the socket.

“Don’t make me punish you, Kyle. When I tell you to listen, that means shut your fucking mouth.”

I just wanted to rub my face. I just wanted to soothe the ache. All of me was hurting, and I needed relief. Just the tiniest bit of tenderness before he hit me again.

A grunt filled the silence, pulling me from my self-pity. It was much louder than my scream had been. It didn’t sound like it came from a place of sadness or anger. It was far beyond pain or hurt.

This was the sound of someone being tortured.

And the sound had come from Garin.

“What are you doing to him?” I yelled. “Don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him.”

“QUIET!”

“Wh-what do you want from m-me?”

He reached inside my mouth and clamped my tongue between his fingers, pulling it so hard that I gagged again. “I told you to be quiet. One more sound, and I’ll rip this fucking tongue out.”

Tears were falling even faster. I didn’t know what was causing me to cry harder—the torture Garin was going through or the fear of what this guy was going to do to me. But I wasn’t stupid enough to make a sound. I cried silently, holding it all in, the sobs causing tremors in my stomach and chest.

I was so tempted to bite down on his fingers. Resting under my teeth like they were, I’d be able to gnaw right into the muscle and tear off a piece of his flesh. But I worried about what would happen to me if I did that and what would happen to Garin. There could be someone else in this room with us or someone waiting outside the door. I was sure this guy carried a gun like Beard.

I was defenseless in this prison.

“Do you hear that?” He knelt at my side, his fingers still in my mouth. His lips were uncomfortably close to my cheek.

The muscles in the back of my throat tightened as I prepared to grunt my answer, but I stopped myself. What if this was a test? What if he was goading me into disobeying him?

I shook my head.

“Listen,
puta
…”

I squinted my eyelids together and tried to calm the pounding in my body, so I could really focus. The sound was quiet, just barely above a whisper.

“Kyle…Kyle…Kyle…” Garin said my name over and over. It was like someone was standing on his throat, and he was exhaling his final breath.

His last words.

No
, I wanted to scream.

They needed to stop hurting Garin, to leave him alone, to release him from this hell we were both in. It wasn’t Garin who they wanted. He had done nothing wrong.

It was me.

I was the guilty one.

But, like a coward, I kept my mouth shut and said nothing. Instead, I let the anger simmer inside me, slammed my back into the chair, and thrust my hips forward to try to loosen the bolts that held it in place.

Breath, who was still at my side, laughed at me. It was the most evil sound I’d ever heard. It made my skin prickle like swarms of ants were crawling all over me.

Tears dripped down my aching swollen cheeks. Spit foamed around my lips as he held my tongue between his foul fingers.

I only stopped rocking when he yelled, “Enough!”

I froze, and he rubbed his nose along the bottom of my jaw.

Breath was breathing me in. “Next time I come for you, I want you to ask the right question.”

I nodded, the movement causing his fingers to tighten around my tongue until I gagged again.

“Next time, I might not come only on your cunt.” He moved in front of me and licked across my bottom lip. “A big load right on your mouth will look so fucking sexy.”

I held in my sobs, but they racked my whole body.

“Good night, Kyle.”

Good night, Kyle.

There was a prick on the side of my arm, and then I felt the liquid drain into my muscle. A warmth immediately spread through me. It was a kind of heat I’d never felt before.

My fear was gone. The pain had dissolved. There was happiness even though it wasn’t caused by Garin. Happiness and contentment and coddling. The shackles felt soft. His fingers felt tender, and his breath smelled like pineapple.

And then everything went black.

Eleven

Kyle

Cold—that was the first sensation I felt. Stiff was the second. Not just in my legs and arms, but in my jaw. It was like I had been chewing gum for weeks straight. Even my tongue hurt and the roof of my mouth. I didn’t know where all this aching had come from. It couldn’t have been from just sleeping on the floor. I’d been sleeping on it every night. I’d…

It all came back to me as fast and as sharp as the slap Breath had given me across the face.

The chair. The ropes. The clamping of my tongue.

“Wrong question
.
”

Garin’s screams.

My eyes shot open. The only thought on my mind came flying out of my lips, “Garin!”

“I’m here,” he said.