Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

Christina opened the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The floor in the kitchen was ice cold and the water from the tap wasn’t much better. Ugh. Maybe she should have forgotten about the thirst and just go back to sleep.

“Nonsense!” Dad’s voice pierced even through the closed doors of his study.

“Peter, listen to me!”

They were fighting? They never fought. Christina crept up closer to the door, fully realizing she shouldn’t be doing that. No, she should go back to bed and sleep. The midterm test from Economy was the next morning, she was sure to be yawning the whole time if not drowsing off, but curiosity wouldn’t let her fall asleep anyway.

“Albert clearly indicated he won’t do it. No matter the circumstances.” Her mother’s voice was harsh and irritated.

“I don’t care what he said,” Peter Anderson hissed at his wife, Christina barely even recognized his voice. She had never heard her father this angry. “This is happening.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Peter?! Albert Denning clearly said he won’t sell or agree with any kind of fuse or merger.”

“You stay out of this, Margarette. I will handle this.”

The glass full of water fell on the ground with a loud bang, shattering into thousands of little pieces. Christina jerked awake, startled and confused. Wait, that is not what happened. They never knew she listened to that conversation and she never dared to ask what was it about. In fact, she had forgotten about it completely, especially since a few weeks later her mother died.

A brain aneurysm. Apparently, it was a tiny ticking bomb inside Margarette’s head that one day just ran out of time, burst out, and killed her. Christina watched as her mother went from a completely healthy and cheerful person to a body in a deep coma, only alive thanks to the machines that surrounded the hospital bed. All within a few hours. Her father decided to pull the plug as there was no chance of recovery. When those machines went silent, it felt like a part of Christina’s soul died too.

For days, she lived surrounded by a cloud of darkness, as if the sun should never rise up again. Barely eating anything, she spent the time curled up in a corner of her room, staring into a wall. She vaguely remembered a doctor coming to visit her a couple of times, giving her some pills - she swallowed them without a word and then retreated back to her private bubble of desperation. It was actually Michelle who pulled her out of it - for some reason, her younger sister handled the situation way better than Christina did. To this day, Christina has never forgiven herself for being the weaker one. You were supposed to be there for Michelle, not the other way around. You were the one supposed to wipe her tears, force her to eat something else than gummy bears, try everything in your power to drag her out of her room, and take her outside. Maybe that was why Christina felt so overprotective about Michelle now, there was an urge to pay back that debt.

So while she wasn’t thrilled about being spanked and… she couldn’t even think about those other things, it was always better it was her than her sister. It didn’t help with the pain though. She was lying on her stomach, which was pretty much the only position she could assume right now without squirming in pain. Her wrists were also badly bruised, and honestly, her entire body was sore, as if she went to the gym after a very long time, probably from being strained up for so long and clenching her muscles.

The sound the belt made when touching her butt, the short split second between that and her brain registering the pain, and the pain, of course, the sharp stinging pain, much worse than she would expect it to be. It was all engraved in her brain forever. Some people actually do this to their children on purpose? Sick bastards. But sore as she was, she still felt proud of herself. She handled it, kept it together. Didn’t plead and beg him to stop. She wasn’t far from it when he stopped suddenly - why did he? That question was bugging her ever since she woke up.

As for what happened next, she tried not to think about that, but it was damn hard. Her body betrayed her. Completely. Even after everything that man did to her, she still enjoyed it. What the hell was wrong with her? And why the f**k was that the best orgasm of her life? Why did he do that? When he forced her to suck his d**k earlier, he was furious and wanted to humiliate her, but this felt different. Almost as if he wanted just to… pleasure her? Why? Damn, what a frustrating man! But his hands… Christina caught herself sneaking one of her own hands under her body. Yep, something is definitely wrong with you.

She had to agree, but it didn’t stop her. The blanket covered most of her body and she tried to move as little as possible, fully aware that there was a camera aimed at her and someone was probably watching. Hopefully, from that angle, it looked as if she just wiggled a bit from her sleep. She was still lying on her stomach, not really much of a choice there, which was hardly an ideal position, but one of her hands was now placed right under her c**t. Her fingers crept up into her panties and rubbed that sensitive spot. With eyes shut tight, she tried to remember how he touched her down there, his strong arm holding her as she struggled, powerless, left completely at his mercy.

Her breathing got harder as the fingers pushed inside, sliding in and out. She constantly had to remind herself to not move and stay completely quiet or somebody could notice what she was doing. Maybe the door would open and he would come in, holding her down, and finishing the job? Or maybe he would tear her clothes off and finally shove his d**k inside her, without asking, without mercy? The thought was terrifying but also very… hot? You are sick. She came with a memory of him biting her ear, whispering that she wanted this. YES! Of course she wanted this. She had to bite her lip to suppress a moan, her panting muffled by the pillow. It was not nearly as good as when he was touching her but it was still relieving.

Alright, now that we got that pubescent hormonal storm out of the way. By the way, didn’t your puberty end years ago? Let’s sum up what is happening. You have been kidnapped, raped, and tortured. And now you are m**********g fantasizing about the man who did that to you? Seriously, girl, you need help. What about your sister? She is in this place as well, how the hell do you know he isn’t doing the same things to her too?

Remembering Michelle was a cold shower to her blissful post-orgasmic state. The truth was she had no idea what was happening to her sister, she only relied on her captor telling her the truth about not hurting Michelle. And, as she remembered just now, the most likely outcome of this whole situation was that the man from her fantasy is going to execute them both in two days. Wait. Hasn’t it already been two days? The room had no windows or clocks and without any means to measure time she had completely lost track of it. But by the amount of time she spent sleeping and staring at the wall haunted by her own thoughts… Yes. She would bet the deadline was close.

Perfect! The sarcastic voice inside her head was getting more and more annoying. Let’s masturbate to that, shall we?