PREY

PREY- SUFFOCATION

"No, please..." I begged as he pulled me upright, cuffing my arms behind my back and I could only wince as the metal dug into my wrists quite painfully. "Please just let me go, I swear I won't say anything." I begged him as he laughed in my face.

"Where are your pretty knickers?" He searched the room for my knickers and finally found them. He stuffed them inside my mouth. I felt ashamed as I could taste myself and taste how wet he had made me before he even got started with me. He held my head still as I squirmed and finally taped my mouth with duct tape. I was panicking so much I could barely breathe. "Ah, that's better."

He gave my hair one last rough tug and forced my head towards the ground, nudging my body with his foot as I could only sob and plead him with my eyes. I curled up into a tiny ball as he threatened me with his knife, running the cold metal steel over my curves. The sensation of the cold blade scratching my skin left an itch that I so badly wanted to scratch. He hadn't used enough force to cut me again but somehow being tickled with the blade was worse than being cut. I could feel I was still bleeding where he had previously cut me and I was trying my best to keep the area from touching the dirty ground I lay on. I knew I wasn't in a sanitary environment and I doubted he would give a f**k if the cuts he'd inflicted on me got infected.

"When I get back, we'll play more. You're such a well behaved little kitten. Now, don't go anywhere and don't try anything stupid or things will get much worse for you." He gave one last chuckle as I sobbed and pleaded him once again to let me go with my huge eyes filled with tears. He spat in my face and I whimpered. "I'd better get some work done." I watched in horror as he left me alone in the dark room. He knew the area a lot better than I did and I saw the door could only be opened with the door handle. That was going to be tricky for me to do with my hands behind my back. That and he had destroyed my clothes, if I was going to go anywhere I was going to have to make a run for it naked.

I'm going to die here, he's going to kill me. Even if he lets me go he's humiliated me enough for me to never tell a soul.

It was getting really hard to breathe. I really was struggling to breathe with the dry ice fumes so close to me. The dry ice machine was too close to me and though it was being pumped at chest height I was close to it and being muffled made breathing really hard. That and my nose felt snotty from crying and I could still taste him in my mouth. My chest felt tight and I knew I needed to make a bolt for it. I couldn't stand this anymore.

I tried to roll over, it was hard getting up from the floor with both of my hands cuffed behind my back. How the f**k am I supposed to get out of here naked and with my arms cuffed behind my back? I'll get arrested for public indecency. No one will believe me. I grunted angrily. I was standing and tried to walk towards the door. I couldn't get it unlocked. He'd locked me in. Fucker!

I gave a frustrated muffled scream, I had to get out of here before he came back. Maybe there was something in the room that I could open or knock hard enough for it to give way. Maybe if I knocked on something hard enough it might get someones attention. I just wanted to get out of here, being arrested would be way better than him coming back and doing whatever the f**k he was going to do next to me. I would rather take a chance on putting myself in a more dangerous situation by finding a way out and hoping he wouldn't notice.

I remembered he'd forced me to strip out of my Onesie, it had my wallet, phone and keys inside of it. I walked over towards it, my legs shaking like jelly and feeling sore from his treatment of me. I bent down, trying to find the pouches that I had put my things inside, I couldn't find it. f**k! He's taken my things! He has everything and he hiding it from me! He's probably got it. f*****g asshole!

I didn't want to admit that he had my belongings, I wanted to keep trying. I felt so frustrated that he had left me alone, afraid and naked in this dark, noisy and smoky room. It was loud and I could hear the guests running through the scare attraction, loud pops and loud music. I couldn't scream out to them and even if they saw me they would probably think I was a part of the show. He was trying to break me. My arms were starting to ache because trying to feel for my belongings in a dark room put a strain on my eyes and neck. Maybe he'd tossed them somewhere.

I paced the room and tried to find them, I just wanted to find them and call for help and make a run for it. There had to be a way out of here, surely he wouldn't have covered all of his bases.

I heard the door open, I gasped in horror and threw myself onto the ground and pretended to be asleep. I could only hope was that he wouldn't remember where he'd left me and hadn't noticed that I'd tried to escape.

I heard him chuckle, a low quiet laugh but it sent shivers down my spine. Then I felt him smack me hard with something and I screamed out in pain. The gag in my mouth muffling me, I looked up at him in horror. He was holding a belt. I screamed as he grabbed at me, looping the belt around my neck and pulling it tight like a zip tie. He pushed me back to the floor and I gasped for breath, I couldn't reach the belt around my neck with my arms cuffed behind my back.

"Oh, I love watching them try to escape. It's so much fun for me. You gonna try escaping now?" He teased me as he was stroking himself, the sick f**k getting off on it. I couldn't breathe, the smoke machine, tape and undies in my mouth, the belt around my neck and panic had me gasping for air. He was holding me by my hair, inches from his d**k. He slapped me across the face with it to humiliate me, chuckling as he noticed me reaching for it. He wasn't able to use my mouth with the tape over it and he chuckled as he watched me try. "You want it, hmm? You gonna make it up to me?"

He gave the belt a tighter pull and I sobbed and spluttered more, I felt pressure pressing against the arteries in my neck. Blood chokes were more dangerous than air chokes and I doubted he had my safety in mind. I would lose consciousness in seconds if he didn't loosen the belt around my neck or allow me to breathe.

"Oh gosh, you look so beautiful when you're terrified." He ripped the tape off of my mouth and teasingly pressed his d**k towards my tips. I spat out my undies and tried to please him. It was the only way. He laughed at me and pulled it away from me, stroking himself inches from my face instead. "You greedy little slut, you really want it? Don't you?"

I nodded, tears in my eyes. I don't know how but he’d debased me to the point pleasuring him was the only way to survive.

He waited a few seconds then he burst out laughing. "I've trained you well, but you're still in trouble you little bitch."

Before I could react he pulled the belt so tight I choked and wheezed, his eyes glittering cruelly as he choked me. I finally blacked out.

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I slowly came to and made the connection of where I was, who was in the room with me and what he was about to do to me a little too late. My arms were still cuffed painfully behind my back and I had an ear-splitting headache from being choked into unconsciousness. To make matters worse, I had cramps in my shoulders from having my arms cuffed behind me and just wanted to move my arms. It felt like they were paralyzed.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, haven’t you learnt any manners now?” He teased and roughly pinched one of my n*****s. I winced in pain, it shocked me and hurt and I knew he was getting off on it. “How do your arms feel?” He teased.

“They hurt, please. I cant feel my arms.” I whimpered and then cried out in pain as he unexpectedly grabbed one of my arms and it felt like I had lost circulation there. The pain was worse than what I had expected. He laughed and moved to uncuff them. I heard the cuffs click and before I could even think of trying to crawl away it felt like I really couldn’t move my arms at all.

He’s damaged the radial nerve in my arm, holy s**t. No.

I tried to crawl away but it hurt to even try and move my arms to the front of my body. Each time I tried to move my arm closer to the front of my body I felt resistance in my shoulders, as if they were going to pop.

“What have you done to my arms? I cant feel my arms!” I wheezed and the evil bastard was just smiling at me and shaking his head in cruel amusement.

“Nothing. You’ll get feeling back eventually. Till then you’re free to go. Here, I’ll even open the door for you.” He moved to open the door and was smiling down at me as I kept trying to crawl towards it but kept falling to the floor because it hurt so much.

“Please. Just let me go.” I begged him again. How could someone be so evil and f****d up and how he managed to get away with this? I thought there were cameras in these attractions and this person wasn’t an actor, this person was a psycho and I was currently in serious danger.

“Oh sweetie, I am letting you go.” He laughed and when I got close to the door he laughed slammed it in my face. “Ah, maybe next time.” He roughly shoved me backwards holding the handcuffs in one of his hands. I yelped in pain and watched in horror as he grabbed a short pole, a small one that may have been broken from a broom handle. “This will feel much better, I promise.”

Before I could react he cuffed my arms to the front of my body and it didn’t feel as bad until he bent one of my arms back at my elbows and forced the pole between both of my elbows that he slid the pole through. The pole was pressing into my back painfully and created a painful push/pull sensation. My arms were cuffed to the front of my body while my wrists were quickly feeling like they were losing circulation with the pressure, and my wrists were being pushed into my sternum.

“You heard of stress positions?’’ He asked.

“Yes,” I breathed, and I did not like where this was going. The sensation of having the circulation cut off at my wrists really hurt, and the pole behind my back and wedged between my elbows really sucked.

“Good. Now, what will you do to escape this pain?” He teased, running a surprising gentle finger to trace my cheek. His eyes were glittering and looked cruel, he was enjoying this too much.

“Anything you want,” I sobbed, Why fight when he’s already won? I know it’s what he wants to hear and I’ll just let him do whatever he wants me to do just so he lets me go.

I watch as he crosses the room to rummage through a black bag he must have brought in with him at one point. He pulls out a pink vibrator, a rabbit. It looked very similar to my own personal one I had at home.

“I want to see what happens to you when this is inside you, and I will be controlling the sensation, not you. Will you be able to stay still? You’re a squirmer from what I can see. This will probably hurt a little.”

I whimpered as he pushed the toy inside me and I felt my face heating up as he noticed how wet I still was despite everything he was doing to me. I didn’t need any lubrication and he wasn’t shy about letting me know, he chuckled softly in my ear and it sent chills down my spine.

“My god you’re f*****g soaked., Have you finally accepted that your little p***y is no longer yours?” I jumped as he turned the toy on. It was a medium setting and I was trying not to squirm because with each jolt or jerk of my body I could only feel the stress position worsening and becoming more painful.

“Ow.. No.. This really hurts.” I begged, but he grinned and turned the vibrator up on a higher setting and I couldn’t control myself as I tried to squirm and only ended up hurting myself more. I dared to look up at him, trying to find any semblance of humanity in his eyes. There was none, he was enjoying this.

“Hmm, this isn’t that exciting. Give me a moment.” He crossed the room again and my stomach lurched as he pulled a plastic bag from the bag. I didn’t need him to tell me what he was planning to do next, I knew what the sick f**k was going to do.

“No no no no!” I pleaded and tried to move away, but he easily pulled the bag over my head. I could see tiny holes in the bag that would allow for tiny bits of air but my body was still reacting like I was suffocating because I was terrified.

“Shh, just enjoy the ride. You can still breathe, just let yourself go...” He pushed me backwards and it hurt as I fell onto my back, the pole between my elbows really digging into the small of my back as he easily held my legs apart, pressing the toy deeper and deeper inside of me. “Just relax, you might feel like you can’t breathe but you really want to stay with me for this, your life might depend on it..” He purred.

He turned the setting up higher and I started to see stars, I could barely breathe through the plastic bag over my face. This was how I was going to die, he was going to kill me.