Damaged Goods
.01
Blindfolded, so that noting but pure black darkness enveloped me.
My wrists were tied back by something, but not by rope. I couldn’t feel whatever it was cutting into me, so it had to be something much softer, maybe the stereotypical tie? I wasn’t too sure, but it wouldn’t have surprise me if it were.
This was all too predictable now.
His gruff voice whispered nonsense dirty talk in my ear while his callused, rough fingers traced the outline of my lips.
I wanted to pull away, I wanted to run, to escape, and go anywhere but here.
Yet I knew that flinching at his slightest movements would just result in another bruise or cut that I’d have to figure out a cover story about.
I bit my lip; he thought I was trying to play coy. I was trying to hold back my emotions. A few more seconds and hopefully I’d be numb so I didn’t have to know whatever he was doing to me.
A forceful kiss landed on my collarbone, I gasped.
He thought it was cute.
Rough hands slid down my sides, I fought the urge to twist and pull away.
My wrists were tied back by something, but not by rope. I couldn’t feel whatever it was cutting into me, so it had to be something much softer, maybe the stereotypical tie? I wasn’t too sure, but it wouldn’t have surprise me if it were.
This was all too predictable now.
His gruff voice whispered nonsense dirty talk in my ear while his callused, rough fingers traced the outline of my lips.
I wanted to pull away, I wanted to run, to escape, and go anywhere but here.
Yet I knew that flinching at his slightest movements would just result in another bruise or cut that I’d have to figure out a cover story about.
I bit my lip; he thought I was trying to play coy. I was trying to hold back my emotions. A few more seconds and hopefully I’d be numb so I didn’t have to know whatever he was doing to me.
A forceful kiss landed on my collarbone, I gasped.
He thought it was cute.
Rough hands slid down my sides, I fought the urge to twist and pull away.