The Rosey Thorn

Chapter 6

Trigger warning: this chapter contains a beaten and r**e scene that may not be suitable for readers. Please skip if necessary.

“Oof.” Another blow came down hard on my stomach. I wasn’t hanging from the ceiling this time. I was tied down on a table with a rope tied around my wrists, feet, and neck. The rope around my neck was tight, but still a little loose to breathe.

I don’t know how many days it’s been. I lost count after five visits. One of the visits, he dragged me to where I was branded and laid me near the fire, still bound. He laid me so close that I could feel the heat blazing my face, but he was careful that I didn’t burn. I guess my owner wanted me broken but not burned.

It was hard to breathe. I couldn’t stand the heat. I tried to push myself away, but he held me down so hard that I could taste the dirt.

I thrashed around him until I was able to kick him in the d**k. He punched me in the head so hard that I blacked out. When I woke up, I was back in the room alone.

Every visit is the same. There will be some new form of torture, and I end up enduring. I don’t know how much I can take. Every day, I’m weakened. Every day, my mantra gets quieter and quieter. My hope for Jake is dwindling.

I now stare at the wall waiting. I never knew when he would come. I can’t hear anything outside of the room. The only way I know is when the door squeaks open.

Right as I was about to close my eyes, I heard the squeak of the door. I hear his footsteps stop by me. Then I’m lifted onto the table. He lays me on my back and ties my arms and legs to each end of the table.

“You have been a challenge, Rose,” he begins to say. “Most never survives this long as you have. Almost a month and a half and still no savior. Which is good, because I am enjoying our time together. I’ve enjoyed our moments, but enough is enough.”

He began to remove his shirt, his shoes, and his pants, leaving him completely naked. I started to panic and tried to free myself from the ropes. He grabbed my bruised thighs. “It’s time for you to break.”

“No,” I whimpered.

“Then you should have given up a long time ago.”

With one move he entered me. I tried to fight with him. I kept biting him drawing blood from his skin, but to no avail. He kept moving inside of me, pumping in and out. I closed my eyes and turned away from him. He grasps my chin.

“Look at me,” he commands. I shivered in fright. I’m afraid to look in his eyes, afraid of what I might see. He growled when I didn’t listen and grasped my chin tighter. I finally listened and looked at him.

His eyes, there’s nothing in them. No emotion. I no longer fought back. I couldn’t. I no longer have strength anymore. I didn’t know I could cry anymore, but I did. Tears and tears just came down, and he knew. His eyes twinkled and a smirk appeared. He continued to use me as he finished off. He groaned as he climaxed and fell on top of me. He breathed hard against my ear as he calmed down his breathing, then gave a slight chuckle.

“I told you I was going to break you,” he whispered as he kissed and licked my neck. He slowly rose up, his hands roaming my body and squeezing my breast before he fully stood up. “You were wonderful, Rose,” he says, staring down at me. “You have an hour to wash up. You will have clothes and then we leave.”

He walked out without a word. I wailed out as soon as the door closed. It’s too late. He broke me. I thought I was unbreakable.

And what was worse, Jake didn’t come.