Living With this Crime

Seeing the pocket knife he pulled out, Lyla’s eyes widened. She wanted to stop him from moving her legs, but it was no use. She closed her eyes, holding back tears, she didn’t want him to see her cry.

“St-stop,” Lyla barely got out, trying to will her body to cooperate with her mind and push him away.

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Matt noticed the tears that started in her eyes and smirked, “There we go, there’s a little reaction.” He liked seeing his girls squirm and show their fear, hearing her plea, just made him shake his head.

He shook his head, “Its been a few days since I’ve had any fun.” Matt took his shirt and jeans off, “So I’ve got a lot to make up for.” He stripped her shirt off and undid her jeans before taking them off and tossing them to the floor, “You look even better without the clothes.”

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"But why?" Brian pouted, playing with her. "Aren't we having fun?" He took the knife between her legs, cutting at the fabric of her panties until they fell away from her body. "It's clear you want me." He laughed. He knew his words were getting under her skin.

He rubbed her clit for a second, not because he wanted to get her ready, but because he knew it would make her feel disgusting and dirty. He crawled over top of her and straddled her. "Since you're getting your voice, we're gonna play a game. You stay silent during this and I won't stab the shit out of you." He smirked, holding the knife to her throat as he pulled his dick out of his boxers.

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Claudia tried to wiggle away from him, but that's all she could do, wiggle and shake under his weight. She looked up at him as he crawled over her body and even though her arms felt like they were jello and weighed a ton, she forced her hands up against his chest and tried to push away from him. "Get away!" She cried.

Lyla shook her head when he mentioned fun, there was nothing fun about this in her mind. Feeling him rub her clit, she wanted to move away from him, she didn’t want any of this.

She decided to listen and stay quiet, she really didn’t feel like having this psycho slit her throat if it didn’t have to happen.

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Matt quickly pushed her arms back on the bed, “I don’t think so, and you’re going to be quiet or I’ll start playing with my friend over here.” He motioned to his switch blade, “Now, just remember that for later because you’ll wanna scream.”

@ unholy confessions;

Brian yanked her panties to the side and slid his dick up to her cunt before teasing her by sliding his tip around her entrance. He watched her face scrunch up and she shut her eyes tight, and he knew she wanted to cry. He scoffed and slammed his dick into her, grabbing her hips with his free hand and thrust into her.

"Fuck you're so tight." He laughed, pressing the knife closer to her throat.

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Claudia looked toward his switchblade and she felt more tears run down her face. "Pl-please don't hurt me." She cried, squirming underneath his weight. She slammed her legs together and tensed them up, knowing what was going to be coming next.

Lyla whimpered as he slammed into her. Feeling the knife get closer to her throat, she tried to keep herself still and quiet. She was starting to get feeling back in the rest of her body, but she was going to play it off until she had a chance to fight back.

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Matt spread her legs, taking off her panties before taking his dick out of his boxers and sliding into her. He had ignored her pleading, of course he was going to hurt her, it helped him get off. He grabbed her hips before starting to slam into her.

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Brian fucked Lyla long and hard, digging his nails into her and making sure it hurt. He came deep inside her before pulling out, leaving her a sweaty mess on the bed. Stepping away from her, he shook his hair out and groaned. He felt invigorated. "That was good, wasn't it?" He laughed, going over to the small mini fridge and pulling out a beer.

He turned around and looked down at her as he took the cap off the beer and took a drink. "We're going to have a lot of fun together over the next few weeks." He smirked.

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Claudia dug her nails into his sides, gasping and whimpering every time he slammed into her. They must not have given them very strong sedatives, because she already felt the effects wearing off. She shoved up against him, kicking her legs and crying. "Get off me!" She slapped his chest repeatedly. His dick was much larger than anything she had had before and he was being so rough she felt like he was splitting her in two.

Lyla turned her head away as he walked to the fridge, she felt disgusting. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself enough before she turned her attention back to Brian.

Hearing him say the next few weeks was enough to make her skin crawl, she wouldn’t last that long. “W-why do you do this?” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Matt was surprised when she started to fight back, he backhanded her across the face, before grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head as he fucked her harder.

He slammed into her one last time before coming, letting go of her hands, he looked down at her, shaking his head. All he had told her was one simple rule, stay quiet, and she couldn’t even follow that.

@ unholy confessions;

Brian came back to the bed and sat down, placing his hand on her thigh. "Because it's fun." He smiled and sat his beer on the night stand. He got up and grabbed some rope from his bag and tied her wrists up with it before tying the other end to the bed frame. "Can't have you trying to run away, now can we?" He smirked down at her.

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The moment he got off of her, Chloe curled in on herself, rolling on her side and squeezing her eyes shut. Her stomach hurt and her face burned where he had struck her. She sniffled, trying really hard not to cry. She tried to pull herself up, her arms still trembling. "Pl-please just let me go home." She whined.

Lyla flinched when he touched her thigh, feeling disgusted just at the thought of him touching her again. She tensed as he tied her arms to the bed frame. “I j-just want to go home, please...” She begged.

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Matt shook his head as she whined, grabbing the top sheet of the bed and using it as a make shift rope to tie her hands to the bed. “There we go, now you’re all safe and sound,” he laughed, going to the fridge and getting himself a beer.

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Brian smiled, "Oh you'll go home." He nodded, "Well, not your home, but mine. But don't worry, it's lovely, I'm sure you'll enjoy it while it lasts." He smirked. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, noting how she tried to pull away from him. She was so cute, Brian couldn't wait to have her locked away as his own plaything.

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Claudia pulled on the sheets, they were tied so tightly they were burning her wrists. She looked over at Matt and tugged harder on the sheets, but it was no use. He knew how to tie a knot. "How many girls have you done this to?"

Not your home. The words rang through her ears, she was never going to her home again. She turned her head away from him, not wanting to look at him. Every time he touched her it made her stomach turn, he made her feel sick.

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Matt took a minute to think, he honestly had no idea how many there had been. He hadn’t kept track after so long, “Too many to count.” He said, watching her as she tried to pull free from the sheets. “And enough to know how to tie a good knot,” he laughed.

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As much as he liked it when the girls weakly shoved him off and tried to fight, he wanted to make sure Lyla understood the danger she was in. What was at stake. He picked his pocket knife back up off the dresser and forced her down straight on her back so he could straddle her once more. "Do you fully understand the situation you're in?" He laughed, running the blade down her leg, watching the red liquid pool to the surface of the cut.

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Claudia looked up at her wrists at the mention of tying the knot. "Oh, I thought you had just been in Boy Scouts." She mumbled, relaxing against the mattress as best she could. She didn't know how she was managing to pull out a sarcastic comment at this moment in time, but it had just rolled off her tongue.

“You’re just going to kill me eventually, after you’re done with your sick little games,” Lyla said before feeling the burning sensation from the blade cutting into her skin. She tried not to make a sound, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, but a whimper escaped her lips as tears started to form in her eyes from the pain.

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Matt grabbed his switchblade and looked at her, “Now probably isn’t the best time for sarcasm.” He said as he opened the blade and ran it along her arm, not cutting just yet. First he wanted to see her reaction to the knife before he did anything else.

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Brian nodded, "You catch on quick." He smiled, "But I'm not going to kill you yet. I figured we'd have some fun together." He hadn't gotten to the point where he was annoyed by her whining yet. He continued to drag the knife around her arm, watching her squirm.

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Claudia tensed up, looking down at the knife as the cold steel kissed her skin. She felt her throat close up and she let out a shaky breath, "I-I'm sorry."

The pain from the cut on her leg was slowly starting to subside, but fear was still running through her. She was trying her hardest not to react, she didn’t want this to be fun for him. Feeling the knife on her arm, she tensed up, afraid that he would cut her arm next.

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“See? You get it, but I can’t have you thinking that being a smart ass is okay,” Matt put a little pressure on the blade and made a cut along her arm, a smirk crossed his lips as the blood came out, pooling on her arm a bit.

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Brian smiled and picked the knife up to where just the point pressed into his arm. He twisted it around, letting it shred a little circle into her skin as he put pressure on it. "I can see you trying to be tough, and that's admirable." He smiled as he watched the blood rise. "But I'll get to you."

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Claudia winced and felt tears roll down her face, but she didn't let out any noise. She had always been a quiet person, and even though it hurt, she just felt like her vocal cords were shriveling up. "What the fuck is wrong with you???" She cried.

Lyla bit down on her lip, she knew she would give in eventually, just not yet. Feeling the knife cut into her skin again was just enough to get a little reaction, “You’re fucking sick.” She spat, knowing very well that it was probably just going to piss him off.

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Matt smiled, pulling the knife away and looking down at her, “Ah, such a mouthy little thing.” He laughed, ignoring her cry. He was starting to think of where else he could cut her without making too much of a mess, after all he wanted to save the big fun for when they got home.

@ unholy confessions;

The smile fell off Brian's face immediately as her spit hit his cheek. He dropped the knife, the sound of it clattering to the floor filling the whole room. That's how silent it had became. Brian moved his hand to wipe his face off and he glared at her. "The knife wasn't enough for you was it?" He asked solemnly. He straightened up, looking down at her as he grabbed her by her throat. "I'll teach you some respect." He hissed, slapping her across the face and then punching her a few times in her stomach.

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Claudia looked up at him with widened eyes and whimpered, seeing his eyes roaming her body. "P-please don't, please. I'll do whatever you want just please don't do it again!" She begged, trying to pull herself away from him.

In an instant, Lyla realized she had made a mistake. The sound of the knife hitting the floor rang through her ears until she felt his hands around her throat. “Pl-please stop! I’m sorry!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face as he slapped and punched her.

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Matt grinned, “Hm, you say that now, but I’m sure it’ll happen again.” He closed his knife and put it on the dresser, “Dont pull away, that’ll only make it worse.”

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Brian growled, raising up and grabbing her by her hair, slamming her head into the beds headboard. "You better be sorry." He glared. "Acting like that is only going to get you killed faster." His face was all scrunched up, his blood was boiling. He got up off of her, knowing she had to be in pain. He hadn't been going easy on her at all.

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Claudia relaxed, seeing as he put the knife away. She jerked up a little when she heard something hit against the wall from the room over. She could only imagine what Lyla was going through. She bit her lip and looked up at Matt, tense with fear. "Please just let me go." Claudia breathed, "I'm not worth you time." She tried to use reverse psychology.