by Abby Gale
So instead of fighting I giggled when he pushed me down and slapped my ass. “This ass…” He bit my ass cheek before straddling me. “Close your legs, make that pussy tighter like no one else before me was there,” he hissed like he was angry I wasn’t a virgin. He pressed his fingers between my legs, my close thighs intensified the pressure of his hand and I wriggled under him. His fingers knew how to touch me, my body was already shaking with need by a few flicks of his fingers.
“Mike, please,” I moaned and he rewarded me with pushing his finger inside me.
He leaned toward me. I felt his lips on my shoulder and on my neck until his mouth touched my earlobe. “You want my dick in you?” he whispered. His cock was hard as a rock on my leg. “Yes,” I breathed out.
“Tell me whose pussy this is?” He added another finger inside me.
“Yours,” I breathed out.
“Tell me whose body this is?” His fingers were driving me crazy.
“Mike-” I panted.
“Tell me!” He withdrew his fingers out of me even though I was so close to come.
“Yours.”
“Tell me who you belong to?” He slowly pushed his cock between my legs. I wriggled under him to get him deeper, but he only kept his head inside me.
“Mike, please. I need more.” I tried to lift my ass a little so I could pull him deeper, but he pushed me down to his grey mattress. “Answer me! Who you belong to?”
“You, Mike. You… I’m yours.”
“Right. You’re mine. My toy, my slut, my woman, my property. You’re all mine,” he growled to my ear, fisting my hair to pull my head back. “Repeat it.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Mine to fuck,” he groaned, thrusting into me in one hard push. He pulled my head back by my hair and growled into my ear, “Mine to torture.” I felt his teeth graze my shoulder blade. “Mine to break,” he whispered before biting my shoulder enough to break the skin. I winced, but didn’t protest. “And mine to mold back the way I want it.” His thrusts were in sync with his words.
This was like another kind of drug I was addicted to. I was looking forward to these moments, the moments he fucked me. I craved the high and the satisfaction sex gave me. With every thrust I felt we connected in the most primal way possible. With his every thrust he owned me more. And when the plant started to spread its roots to the ground it would find a way to grow… bigger and stronger.
Chapter
March 22, 2014–New Life: Day 20
I could finally find a chance to sneak into Mike’s study. He went to the city to buy some necessities. Trusting the bulletproof windows and high security doors he didn’t tie me this time. The house looked old and abandoned, but it was highly secured I didn’t even try my chance on running anymore. The scariest thing was I didn’t even want to run away anymore. Something in me changed and I wanted to stay here. Something inside me felt so connected to Mike. I didn’t lie when Mike asked me who I was belonged to. I felt belong with him.
I kept the door ajar so I could hear when Mike came home. Heading toward the table I placed the damp swab on the desk lamb so I could have an excuse being here. He was letting me clean his office so if he caught me in here I would just pretend like I was cleaning the dust.
I looked for the file in the cabinets, but it was nowhere to be found. There must be a hidden drawer or maybe a safe here. I sat on his chair and tried to think where that would be. The moment I was about to throw in the towel I decided to check the files on his desk. I knew Mike was so careful and he wouldn’t place a file like this to open, but I didn’t want to miss any place untouched. To my surprise I found the file under another similar looking one.
Why would Mike have left something like this here? Instead of somewhere safe?
Shaking my head I ignored the question and grabbed the file. The excitement was bubbling inside me.
Forensic Psychiatric Hospital
BC, Canada
Patient Name: Michael Harrison
Crimes: Rape, murder, violation…
Status: Violent tendencies, mental instability
Story 1: Michael Harrison, age 18. Physical and sexual violence on a teenager. Murder.
Story 2: Michael Harrison, age 18. Took hostage the woman who raised him. Physical and sexual violence. Used knife and fire. Murder.
Even reading the first page of the file made me quiver with horror. There were photos of his crime on the following pages. The darkened color of blood on white bodies was standing out like a sore thumb. The contrast between the stain of the last sign of life and the irreversible sign of dead skin intensified the eerie sight in front of me. I was shaking from head to toe, the hair on my neck stood on attention, but horror wasn’t the only thing that constricted my lungs, making it hard to breathe. There was only a sick excitement in the dull look on the women’s faces, a fucked-up thrill at seeing bruised skins.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!”
I gasped with Mike’s dark voice looming over the room. I watched him strike toward me like a predator he was. I couldn’t even open my mouth until he grabbed me by my arm, forcing me to stand. “Mike, I-”
“Answer me! What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” His voice was sharp but not loud; it was intense, scary, and bone shatteringly dangerous.
“I saw the file. I was curious,” I whispered.
“Don’t you know curiosity kills the cat?” he chuckles, moving his hand up on my arm till his fingers wrapped around my neck.
“Will you kill me now?” I whisper-sobbed.
He laughed, squeezing my neck enough to cause my breathe hitch. “No. Not yet…”
“You read the file. What is your opinion now?”
I opened and closed my mouth several times like a fish in the tank until I got enough courage to blurt out the words, “You’re a monster.”
He laughed again. His laughter was like a thunder, erupting deep inside of the night air before suddenly stopping to leave the night with its dangerous tension. I was afraid of the second his laughter would stop; I knew when it happened my verdict was on due.
He fisted my hair the moment his laughter faded and dragged me to his bedroom. I was afraid of making a sound. I let him tie me to his bed like a ragdoll. He tied my hands together like I was praying before securing them to the headboard. I didn’t protest as he put me in kneeling position and secured it with robes. Focusing on my breathing I tried to not make a sound, hoping he would let me live. I gasped when I heard the familiar sound of his belt and shuddered when his hand caressed my back.
I knew what was about to come and I wasn’t afraid, I was relieved that I could get through it. I was relieved to finally know what my verdict was – it wasn’t death, not yet anyway. Taking a deep breath I prepared myself to scream.
And I screamed… I screamed until no sound came out.
I screamed until the strikes of his belt transformed from pain to sick satisfaction.
I screamed until my arousal mixed with the blood dripping from my back.
And I screamed… until I heard him sob.
And I didn’t stop till he wrapped his arms around me and handed me to a strange relief of sleep.
March 27, 2014–New Life: Day 25
Days passed by in a screaming mess. Mike was punishing me until we both were wasted and then he was taking care of me – cleaning my wounds, hugging me till my sobs stopped.
My wrists were bleeding, shattered by the ropes around them. My voice was raspy because of my screams. My back hurt like a bitch; it felt like I was sleeping on a shuttered glass. My muscles were taut, screaming for me to move, but I was in no state of doing so; I was too tired and too in pain for anything else but breathing.
My mind was confused – I didn’t know if I should be angry at him for punishing me or scared of the man he was or be grateful that he didn’t kill me.
I kept repeating the same two sentences, mostly as a whisper.
“You’re a monster.”
/> “Please hold me close.”
*****
I opened my eyes when I felt the movement. I was in his arms, free of the ropes but too tired to move or care. His arms were causing fresh stings of the wounds on my back I bit my lip to stop myself protesting.
Where is he taking me?
“I loved you. I took care of you, but you betrayed me,” he whispered, planting kisses on my temple. “I did all the things you’ve read in the file, and even worse…but they all deserved it. They ruined me, betrayed me, fooled me. They took everything I had from my hands.” He was looking into my eyes, but I could see he was somewhere else, somewhere distant. I gasped when his focus turned back to me. “Why did you betray me? Why did you run behind my back when all I do is take care of you and trust you?”
The guilt suddenly weighted on me, rooted itself in my stomach, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t know if I should feel this guilt. I didn’t know if I should feel sad that I disappointed him. I didn’t know if these were the normal emotions I should feel, but I was feeling all of them. I was hurting by his sadness, I was upset because of the disappointment in his eyes, and I was feeling guilty that I snooped around.
Will he kill me now?
Did he decide I’m not worth it?
“Mike… please… I’m sorry.” My voice wasn’t above a whisper, but even that hurt my throat enough to fill my eyes with tears.
“Are you really sorry?” he whispers, standing still in the hallway.
“Yes. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. Don’t kill me, please,” I sobbed.
“Do you think I’m gonna kill you?”
I tried to search his face for a clue, hoping he would show me what he was planning to do, but there was nothing. “I… I don’t know.”
“You still think I’m a monster. You don’t understand.” He shook his head and continued walking.
“No! Mike, no. I don’t think you’re a monster. They’ve done you wrong. I get it. I will be good, I promise. Please, Mike.” I was talking non-stop. My voice was coming out whizzing but I didn’t care. I was really sorry that I disappointed him and I hold onto that part of me, letting the protesting part of me free.
“Will you? Will you be good for me?” he asked.
Nodding, I whispered, “Yes, Mike. I promise. I will be however you want me to be. Just keep me, please.”
He stopped, placing me on my feet but still keeping his hold on me tight. I didn’t protest, I didn’t fight; I just let him place me the way he wanted. He pushed me till my back hit the wall and I bit my lip to cry out in pain.
His eyes were locked on mine as he wrapped one hand around my throat. His other hand traced a line from my collarbone to my breast. He grazed his nail around my areola and I sucked in a breath whenever his nail touched my nipple.
“Open your arms and place your palms on the wall,” he ordered.
I did as I was told without hesitation. I knew this was all a challenge and I knew this was my only card at living. He smirked after studying my posture. “I don’t care about Jesus, but I would totally worship you if you were the one on the cross.”
He took my nipple into his mouth without breaking the eye-contact. His suction sent thrill to my spine even how absurd the situation was. I moaned when he bit my nipple. I couldn’t keep my eyes open when he repeated the same ritual to my left nipple, but the moment I closed my eyes he squeezed my throat as a warning I immediately looked back into his eyes.
I should have been afraid, even disgusted as he touched me, but I wanted more of his touch, more of his kisses, and more of his bites as he released my breast, making his way down to my stomach. I whimpered when he nibbled my navel. I missed the feel of his hand when he freed his hold around my throat as he kneeled in front of me, leaning closer to between my legs.
“Your smell makes my mouth water,” he growl onto my skin.
“Mike…”
“Do you want me?
“Yes…”
“You don’t think I’m a monster as I touch you, do you?” he asked, licking the mound between my legs. “How do you feel as I, the monster, bring you the pleasure?” He sucked my folds with just the right amount of friction. His tongue was making me crazy with need. His eyes kept me captive as his lips made me his instrument he could play the way he wanted.
“Don’t come,” he ordered. His eyes were two emeralds covered with ice, chilling me to my bones. I knew protesting or disobeying weren’t an option, but I didn’t know how to stop the building orgasm as his mouth brought me closer each passing second.
“Mike, please…” I breathed out. Trying to remember the photos of his victims I saw in the file, but even that didn’t help me; the worse those photos only fueled my pleasure because of the fucked-upness of the situation. Even those images intensified my need for him, for the sick danger he promised so I stopped thinking, I stopped fighting.
I only begged him… for mercy, for pleasure, for pain, or maybe just for him. “Please, Mike… please.”
“Please what, Angel?” He stood tall on his feet again
“I want you,” I said. It would be so much easier to explain if this was just an act to keep being alive, but nothing was easy. I really wanted him from the beginning, even when I knew he could be dangerous, even when I knew he was dangerous, and even when I knew he was a monster.
“You betrayed my trust,” he whispered to my lips, lifting me off the floor so I could wrap my legs around him.
“I want you,” I whispered.
“You fooled me,” he hissed, aligning his cock into my opening.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. The guilt was so absurd, but I couldn’t shake it off. I wanted him to forgive me.
“Do you want me to forgive you?” He grazed my lips with his own and I couldn’t stop my moan.
“Please.”
“Don’t come.” His tone was threatening I wanted to crawl somewhere and hide, but instead I nodded with the determination I didn’t feel.
I let out a cry when he pushed inside me with one rough thrust. I welcomed the pain the way I welcomed the monster in him. My head thudded against the wall with his every punishing thrust into me. I was so close to edge I fought with it.
Instead I chose to urge him to chase his release. “Yes… fuck me, Mike. Fuck me harder!”
I needed him to come quick if I didn’t want to lose this battle.
“Fuck!” he grunted and I knew he was close… closer than he wanted to be.
“Claim me! Fuck me! Cum inside me!” I screamed with a scream sounded like an animalistic growl, but it worked.
He came, hitting his fist to the wall.
He came with curses under his shattering breath.
He came with approval, pride, and anger in his eyes.
And I knew I won.
Or I thought so.
MIKE –Age 21: Hello, brother
I look at the news I’ve been collecting for three years. They are covering the walls of my room in this madhouse. Everywhere I look, I either see my failure of a father or the golden boy of a brother. I know better, though. I’ve been collecting news about my sweet little brother when they give us the thirty minutes of computer use – only some of the good ones have this advantage and I’m smart enough to be one of them. I can add up the dots when I see him with one of the drug traffickers in a club and after a few months later when he buys a car for a million dollars.
I count days since the newspapers announced the death of the senator. Finally one week later the day has come. Two caretakers come into my room, grabbing my arms they escort me to the manager’s room.
And he is sitting there with an uncomfortable expression on his face, but he has no other choice to come and get me if he wants that legacy as much as me.
“Hello, Mike. This gentleman here wants to see you,” the manager smiles like I’m his favorite freak in here. Normally he doesn’t even know our names, neither he cares.
I don’t take my eyes from the man in pristine suit w
ho has the same hair color as mine…
“Hello, brother. I’ve been expecting you sooner.”
He looks at me with a disgusted look like I’m nothing but some mud on his shoes. Still he needs me to get his daddy’s money and I know more than he thinks I do about him so I’m holding the power.
“You will come to the lawyer with me and sign whatever I want today,” he says.
“And then?”
“You’ll come back here,” he glares.
“Now, listen to me, brother. I know what is written in that file your over-priced lawyer showed you, okay? You have to deal with my discharge from here, get me some fake ID, and give me the half of everything he had. So before you do those things I won’t even sign your nipples, got me?”
He looks at me like he hates me and he probably does, but he can’t make me take a step back.
“Mr. Beans, prepare his discharge files, please and make it top secret,” he says through this teeth and hands me a yellow envelope, “These are your driver license and ID.”
And just like this I have him in my palm to play however I want to and my power over him will grow bigger and bigger each day after that.
Doctor’s Office– February 3, 2016
“What happened after that? When he caught you reading that file?”
