My shoulders ached from being pulled tightly behind my back all night, and every single bone in my body felt like it was shattering. I was tired, hungry, and desperate for water. He was fucking torturing me.
Thankfully sometime during the night I had been able to spit out the gag and with a husky voice I spoke. “Jeremy, I need to use the bathroom.”
The monster beside me rolled to his side and shifted across the bed so he was hard up against my rigid body. His arm fell heavily over my stomach adding unwanted pressure onto my battered ribs. I hissed at the sensation grabbing his attention in the process.
“Good morning princess.” His voice, hot and thick with sleep brutalized the skin of my neck as he nuzzled his face in close to my ear. “What can I do for you?”
“I need to use the bathroom,” I repeated with no emotion in my voice.
“Are we going to have a repeat of yesterday? Remember what I said about calling out like a bitch. One word and you know what happens,” Jeremy’s spiteful tongue warned.
“I just need to use the bathroom.”
He retracted himself from my neck and climbed out of bed. I watched him like a hawk, not daring to blink in case I missed any sudden movement. I could not allow myself to drop my guard. I had to fight. His thick, dangerously imposing body hovered around the edge of the bed until he stood beside me. He pulled me up with one swift movement causing me to wince in pain as my ribs screamed at me. His chuckle added insult to my injury. I timidly inched my legs over the edge of the bed and rose on shaky legs, legs that I hadn’t used in over twenty-four hours.
I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to untie the leather belt that dug into my bloodied wrists so I could use the bathroom like a normal human being.
Jeremy snickered and shook his head dismissively and with that one movement determined my fate. I was nothing but an object to him. A toy he planned on playing with whichever way he so desired. I stumbled over my feet as he pushed me in the back, floundering like a rag doll down the hall, in the direction of the bathroom. “There is no way in hell that I am undoing your hands. You need to piss, you do it in front of me.”
I didn’t even bother arguing. By now I was completely entranced with the thought of protecting myself. Call me weak, call me pathetic, call me a pushover—I didn’t give a shit. Jeremy was manic. He lived in a different reality, a reality where he clearly thought this was the norm and if going to the bathroom in front of him bought me some moments without injury then so be it.
Once I had finished, Jeremy led me back into the main room and I took the same position on the bed. I was still only dressed in my panties and bra, and I shivered uncontrollably as the chill in the room hit me. My head fell to the side and my eyes followed Jeremy as he moved through the room like he didn’t have a care in the world, like this was normality, like I was enjoying being bound and gagged.
What the hell was that noise?
Swipe! Click! Snap!
Curiously got the better of me and hauled me away from the trance of watching Jeremy in the kitchenette. At the foot of the bed Chris was hovering, holding a phone up which I instantly recognized as mine. I sucked in a breath as the noise sounded again, and I realized exactly what he was doing. He was smugly taking photos of me.
My first instinct was to cower and cover myself. The thought of a photo being taken of me in such a submissive state petrified me. I had fought too long and too hard to be shown in this humiliating state. I wasn’t weak any longer, I didn’t deserve this. I tugged on my wrists for any sign of freedom. The more I struggled the tighter the belt got and the pressure on my raw broken skin intensified.
The ear splitting sound of what seemed like hundreds of photos being taken tainted the room and infuriated me beyond limits.
“Fuck off!” I spat. “You are a sick fucking bastard. You won’t get away with this.”
His evil grin sharpened with my empty threats.
Photo after photo of me sprawled out on the bed, barely covered by my panties and bra and with my injuries on full display were being taken and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Yo Jeremy, what do you say? Should I send her boyfriend a nice wake-up message?” Chris taunted and continued his assault with my camera.
Hearing them mention Ky sent me into a whirlwind of emotions and a bone shattering hope soared within me. Ky would save me. He had to save me. He was the only one who could. It was amidst the cruelty of Chris taunts with the camera that I realized how different this was to four years ago.
Four years ago, in the loneliness and eeriness of Jeremy’s dorm room, I lost everything. I was ripped away from a life that I didn’t know could exist. I was a nineteen-year-old girl who didn’t have anything to fight for and certainly didn’t have a future waiting for me on the other side. Most importantly my heart and body hadn’t belonged to someone else—but now it all belonged to Ky.
“Hold up.” Jeremy slithered into the room like a poisonous snake getting ready to devour the mouse before him. He slid onto the bed, a knee falling each side of my hips as he straddled me. The pressure he forced onto my core shot pain through me. My pain register was sky high and every time I inhaled, my shattered rib made me collide head on with my nightmare.
“You ready to show your boyfriend who owns you?” he murmured as his thumb ran along my bottom lip. His eyes looked glassy and didn’t hold any conviction of reality as they glared back at me.
“You will never own me,” I spat, refusing to break eye contact.
He pressed down harder onto my core, mercilessly grinding his erection deeper. I couldn’t stop the painful whimper that hissed between my clenched teeth. He knew he was punishing me, and he was gleeful in the knowledge. “That fucking mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble Princess.”
“I’m not your princess. I’m not your anything.”
With a loud snap his hand connected with my face, sending my head swinging to the side. The moment my eyes opened, I heard the sound of yet another photo being taken. Jeremy ran his hands over my stomach, pressing down where he knew I was hurting. I gasped in pain and my head swung back and forth yet I refused to beg for mercy. I clenched my teeth together and gritted on for dear life. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumb rubbed my nipples through the pathetically thin lace. The lingerie I was wearing was Ky’s favorite. He loved the way the red fit against the curves of my body, but now it would be forever tainted, and all I wanted was to burn them into a pile of ash.
“Get off me,” I shouted.
I thrashed around on the bed as best I could. Jeremy’s weight lay unscrupulously hard on top of me halting my desperation to escape. The more I struggled, the harder he pushed down on me. I didn’t care about the pain anymore. It had disappeared into my will to fight. It had ceased to exist the moment Ky had pierced into my thoughts.
“Take the fucking photo Chris! Make sure you get a shot of my tongue down her throat and my cock grinding up against her sweet pussy.” His face inched closer to mine and his hideous breath hit my lips. “You ready to put on a show for your boyfriend Princess?”
“Fuck y—” My words were stolen as Jeremy forced his tongue into my unwilling mouth. His brutal lips collided with mine in a kiss that stole my breath but for all the wrong reasons.
Jeremy ground his arousal against me causing the lace of my panties to rub against my core. A burning sensation swam through me at the roughness of his assault and tears sprung to the corners of my eyes. His hands slid between our bodies and he grasped my breasts roughly and squeezed so hard that I knew bruises instantly formed. I wanted to be sick. I needed to be sick. I would rather choke on my own vomit than continue with this.