The Rosey Thorn

Chapter 13

Trigger warning: this chapter contains s****l scenes that result in r**e, that may not be suitable for readers. Please skip.

“Put the clothes on,” Bruno said, handing me a small stack of clothing. I accepted without saying anything. Responding will result in punishment. I turned to leave, but he stopped me.

“No, change here. I want to see.” I obliged. I took off my sack and began to put the clothes on. I no longer had the fight in me. My mantra that I kept repeating no longer had any meaning. The fire inside of me diminished. I no longer felt anything. My hope was gone. Jake is not coming for me.

Bruno watched every move I made with the clothes. He knew the size of my clothing. How? I did not know. He watched my underwear slide up my thighs. He watched me snap my bra into place. He watched the wiggles I made when I put the pants on. Every motion I made, he watched with interest. His eyes burn with desire and intensity. His eyes looked everywhere, memorizing every inch of my bare skin before I covered it.

Before putting my shirt on, he came up to me. His hands roamed my naked skin starting with my shoulders, gently sliding down to my fingers. He moved to my waist, gliding over my belly. He slid a finger under the jean material trying to reach my mound, then he slowly moved to my back, unclasping my bra. He moves to my chest, then he reaches my breasts. He moved up and down, side to side, occasionally squeezing them. Then he touched my n*****s. He flicked, pinched, and twisted my n*****s. Then he licked them. My body trembled not because I liked it, but because I loathed it. But he took it as a sign to continue. I felt his tongue flick on my n*****s. Then he began to suck them. He did not stop. I closed my eyes wishing for it to be over. Then I hear his belt unbuckling and the shuffle of his pants. I looked at him then down and he had a hard-on. He moved quickly.

Unbuttoning my pants and dragging them down my legs. He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. He shoved himself inside of me, and his hips began to pump. One hand gripped my waist while the other was glued to one of my breasts gripping tightly. Then he had his other hand on my other breast and pulled me against him that I was against his front. He breathed in my ear, and I could hear every word he mumbled.

“You feel so good. Such a good girl. You can always handle me. So tight.”

I wanted to throw up. I hated him. I hated his touch. I hated that he broke me. I hate him.

He started to pump fast until he finally stopped moaning his release.

“Ah, you’re so good,” he whispered. He took a couple of breaths before speaking again.“Now, get dressed.”

I wanted to die right then and there.