PREY

PREY

“You’re all alone.Why are you alone? You want to be scared, right? Are you scared?” He teased in a playful voice, his character's voice and not his real voice I had heard moments ago.

I hugged myself, shaking as I did my best not to let him see me crying. I didn’t want to give him satisfaction. He had bright eyes that were glittering cruelly in the dark, there was something sinister in the way his eyes sparkled. He was dangerous and I could feel it.

“Cute onesie,’’ his voice sarcastic, “you must have body issues to wear that. Why don’t you show me what you have on underneath that? Bet it’s what you wish you could wear. Take it off.’’ His last request sounded cold, the cadence of his voice dropping lower. It was a demand and I had to do as I was told to survive.

Just like that he’d dug into my insecurities and his intentions were far from kind. Fearfully, I stripped, wearing a bright red singlet, cute black skirt and now I was trembling in fear as I hugged myself.

“Good girl, now give me your arms.” He purred.

I held my arms at the front of my body figuring I could create a barrier that way, even fight if needed. I backpedaled away from him until my ankle hit a bolt on the ground.

“Arms overhead, on your back.” He spat at me. He was so scary, he was staring at me now in a calculated manner. It was like he was reading me and figuring out the best way to break me physically, mentally and spiritually.

“Please don’t,” I whispered. Shaking as I was forced to lie on my back now with my arms raised over my head as he fixed the handcuffs to the bolt on the floor. I felt so afraid that I thought I was going to be sick.

“Please don’t what?” He teased as he sat on my stomach and I tried to ignore the way I noticed his crotch was so close to my face now and that I could hear how aroused he was.

“r**e me.” I sobbed. He was only playing with me, he was taking his time to remind me how helpless I was and that he had clearly had a lot of experience with this.

“r**e you? No...Wasn’t this what you wanted? To be scared?” He whispered into my ears and I could smell myself in the air. My panties were soaked and I didn’t even know why, maybe fear and arousal were the same thing. I could smell his own musky smell, his crotch so close to my face and I could smell he was aroused and biding his time. “I could f**k your mouth right now but I wont.” He teased as if reading my mind.

I held my breath as he slowly crawled off of me and lay next to me, his bright eyes piercing into my cheek as he attempted to cuddle me. My heart rate sky rocketed as he flipped out a knife and started tracing along my teary cheeks with it. The blade collected tears and he sighed happily as he licked my tears from the blade.

“I can smell how wet you are, you know that, right? When was the last time a guy f****d you?” I could feel myself turning bright red, more bright red than I already was. His questions were invasive enough, but the way he was trailing his knife around my body was distracting. I could feel how sharp the blade was, it felt as sharp as a razor blade and all he had to do was push it down to cut me. I held my breath, trying to lie still and could only tremble as I felt his hand trail under my shirt and make a small cut with the blade. “Hmm?” I felt the razor next to my eye and I couldn't take it anymore.

“One year.” I blurted out, it was true and I know this guy would have known if I was lying to him. He chuckled, and I watched in my peripheral vision as he shook his head. My answer amused him for some reason I had yet to learn. All I knew was that it was something that he found funny and was probably not good for me. He lay next to me, his eyes were still burning into my cheek, he wasn’t even blinking and was studying me. My heart rate was sky rocketing and I was trying to control my breathing, but now I could feel the cut he had made was bleeding.

“You’re still scared, why?” He teased, nuzzling my neck and I could only freeze and clamp my eyes closed. As if it wasn’t bloody obvious why I was terrified.

“Because of what you might do!” I blurted out, jumping as I suddenly felt his hand between my legs, very quickly, but he had felt how warm and moist I was in my panties and a cruel knowing grin spread across his face.

“You’re f*****g soaked. You know what I’m going to do to you now, right?” He breathed and I could only struggle as he held my soaked p***y in his hands. I was wearing cotton panties but now I could smell my own arousal and his voice had dropped an octave, he was close to ravaging me.

“Please...” I whispered, shaking. He slowly cut me again, this time across the chest, and I felt woozy as I was bleeding again. I didn’t like the sight of blood, it made me feel faint and he was clearly counting on that.

“You’re f*****g wet. You f*****g whore.” He wasn’t playing around anymore. He was aggressive and I watched in horror as he unzipped his pants and took his d**k out. It was bigger than I expected and dripping with pre c*m, he was bigger than the last guy I was with. “Suck my blade like you’re sucking my cock.’’

I shut my eyes as he forced his blade towards my face and I licked it, slowly, as I tried to ignore the sound of him m**********g. I felt a bit of pre c*m leak out from his d**k and drop over my face as I sucked and licked his blade.

“Open your eyes, I want to look at your beautiful eyes while I debase you.” He slapped his d**k across my face and chuckled as I instinctively went to put my lips over it, something I was used to doing for partners. “f**k, too eager for my d**k aren’t you?” He breathed, pulling his d**k away and forcing the knife back in my mouth. “Open your mouth nice and wide, can your tiny mouth take my d**k?” He breathed, I was forced to hold my jaw open as he forced the blade into my mouth. The smallest move would cut my tongue.

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I sucked on the metal blade like he wanted me to. I tried not to think of where his knife had been and whether he would sanitize it. It was a real blade and I knew it was razor sharp and I was worried he would cut my tongue if he got too excited. The dry ice fog was the only thing I could smell and the odor of the fog was making me feel dizzy. It was as if I was literally trapped inside a nightmare and I couldn’t process what was happening to me, it all happened too quickly. All I could see was his cruel grin and the sight of him pleasuring himself as he looked down at me intently.

All I could feel was the cold floor against my back with his weight straddling my chest. All I could smell was the dry ice that seemed to be almost suffocating me and making me feel dizzy. All I could taste was the cold blade in my mouth, this was real, this was all very real.

“That’s it. You want it instead of my knife, right? Course you do, you little w***e. Bite and I slit your throat.” Before I could brace myself, he held me by my hair and forced it down my throat, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly. I was used to pleasing people this way, but he was too rough and didn’t care for my pleasure nor comfort. “Oooh, god, yes.” He paused to look down at me as I could only gag and splutter, saliva bubbles foaming at my mouth as I could only stare up at him. My vision blurred and finally he pulled out. “God yes, f**k, your throat is heaven. Choke on my d**k again you little slut, balls deep again, c'mon.” He breathed, slamming into me roughly as he f****d my face and saliva trailed from his d**k to my mouth. I could only splutter and gag as he pulled away, but he was enjoying my suffering too much. .