Living With this Crime

Lyla’s breath hitched in her throat as his face got closer to hers. She didn’t want to admit that he scared her and give him that much more power over her. She didn’t say a word to him after he said he was going to break her.

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Matt looked at her as she spoke, shaking his head. He couldn’t just kill her, “I’m not just going to kill her, I can’t do that. I have to at least try to see if you’ll last long enough.”

@ dance macabre

Brian didn't like when his toys didn't want to play. He could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him as he bawled his hand up into a fist. Part of him was trying to restrain himself, because he knew he had accidentally beaten the last one to death, and he hadn't planned on killing her so soon. He was sure he could contain himself this time though. "I guess now's a good time as any to get started." He growled between clenched teeth as he dragged her up by her hair and punched her in the face.

After a few minutes later, and multiple bruises and sore ribs, Brian dropped her to the floor and placed his foot right in the center of her back. "Honestly, you probably wouldn't even do a good job of cleaning my house." He spat at her.

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Claudia tensed, stiffening her jaw. She could knew she was about to cry, she had that all to familiar feeling in her throat, and her eyes were starting to burn as the tears swelled up. She knew he meant that was he just going to hurt her and use her repeatedly, until she wasn't fun anymore. Until she begged for death or until he just grew bored. Claudia quietly sat down on the bed, hating the anticipation more than anything. She wondered if Lyla was okay, too.

"How'd you kill the last one." Claudia chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to keep him distracted and talking for a bit longer. She knew what was inevitably coming.

@ foREVerYours.

Before Lyla had a chance to react, she felt her body hit the floor. Feeling his foot on her back, she groaned in pain. Every breath she took, it felt like she was being stabbed in the chest. She had been hoping that she could avoid what was happening to her, but that wasn't the case anymore. "Pl-please, no m-more," Lyla begged as she laid on the floor.

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When he heard her ask what happened to the last one, Matt couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips. He turned to look at her, "You really want to hear what I did to the last one?" Seeing her nod slowly, he sighed, "Well, for starters she was a good one, it didn't take her long to adjust. After some time, it just gets boring so I needed a new girl. She decided to start pushing my buttons, pissed me off enough that I decided to kill her. Took her to a shady motel, middle of no where, tied her to the bed and sliced her up good. She bled to death, real slow."

@ dezzy

"All your probably good for is taking a hard fuck." He spat on her, grinding his heel harder into her back. He only let up once to kick her in the side, then he finally stepped away from her. "Is that all you're good for, Lyla?" He asked, opening the top drawer of his dresser and rifling around inside. He pulled out some thin, tightly threaded rope and slid it around his hand before quietly shutting the dresser. Brian stepped around Lyla, until he was behind her and then squatted down. He roughly grabbed her hands and began to tie them behind her back with the rope, and then tied her ankles together.

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Claudia felt her stomach tense and then do cartwheels, feeling the last thing she ate coming up in the back of her throat. Not only did the imagery of that make her sick to her stomach, the way Matt said it with a smile, like he was proud of what he had done. She was almost sure that he was proud, that he got a sick satisfaction out of knowing what he had done. "H-how many girls have you done that too?" Claudia forced herself to ask, only getting solace out of the fact that she knew the longer she kept him talking, the longer she was postponing the inevitable.

@ foREVerYours.

Lyla let out a yelp when he kicked her in the side. Hearing his question, she shook her head, “N-no, it’s not.” Feeling him grab her hands, she quickly tried to get away from him, afraid of what he was going to do once he had he tied up.

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Matt knew she was trying to keep him talking, but he was enjoying watching her squirm. “Honestly, I’ve lost track. There didn’t seem to be a point in keeping track of a number.” He took a moment to look her over, “It gets a little easier every time it happens.”

@ dezzy

"What else are you good for then?" Brian asked as he picked her up off of the floor and tossed her onto the bed. He started to fumble with his belt, before sliding it out from his around his waist. He folded it over in his hands before cracking it against Lyla's back. It left a nice bright red mark and he knew it would raise up. He unbuttoned his jeans and crawled over her, squeezing her ass in one hand and running his fingers over the whelp mark the belt left.

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Claudia swallowed and looked down, still not completely understanding why he was doing this. It seemed to just be a game to him, just a little hobby. She gripped the sheets between her fists and sniffled, "P-Please, I'll do whatever you want-" She shook her head, trying not to cry, "I don't w-want to die!"

@ foREVerYours.

Before Lyla could answer, she felt the stinging pain of his belt on her back. She let out a scream as her body tensed in pain. Lyla whimpered as she heard him unbuttoning his jeans and felt him crawling over her.

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Matt laughed as she spoke, “Its too late for that. Unfortunately for you, you caught my eye the other night.” He shrugged slightly as he watched her, “You’re slowly realizing that there’s no way out of this.”

@ dezzy

“That’s what I thought.” Brian whispered in her ear, taking her silence as an answer. In one motion, he pulled his dick out of his jeans and pushed it inside of her. He slid the belt up around her throat and kept a good grip on it, enough to where it was choking but wouldn’t hurt her. Brian began to move his hips, squeezing the belt every few thrusts.

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Claudia felt tears building up in her eyes and she couldn’t stand the fear of what was to come. “Th-then what? What’re you going to do?”

@ foREVerYours.