He’s done exactly what he promised, broke me in ways unimaginable. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked this good. I can’t remember the last time I was humiliated in such a way that turns me on. I should feel ashamed but I don’t, I feel powerful, he came undone because of me.
I tug on the chains, hard, but nothing happens besides more slices on my wrists. I try to think of ways to escape these chains, but my mind remains blank. All I can focus on is him—the way he watches me like a predator stalking its prey, the mask hiding his true intentions, and each rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
I don’t know what's next but I want to be released. Being caged like a bird, trapped in my own thoughts, second guessing what he’ll do, is starting to make me feel sick. I wrap my hand around the chains and steady myself on my toes. My heel is inches off the ground but I’m balanced enough to relieve the tension off my wrists.
“How long will I be up here?” I try to steel my voice but it comes out wobbly.
He rolls his head along his shoulders, loud cracks popping from his neck. He turns to the halloween decor around the room—looking for something and leaving my question unanswered like I never spoke. The anger in me rushes to the surface, coiling around inside my mind like a snake. Its fangs sharp and deadly but not strong enough to beat the man across from me.
This devil of a human being with no remorse whatsoever.
It’s only been a day and a few hours, but Ronan has broken all boundaries and set up new ones like he's known me all my life. He’s taken more from me than I have ever given someone. I don’t know how I should feel about that, I can’t think straight around him.
I analyze him as he walks around the room. His hand brushes over objects before he stops on a random plastic witches broom. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as he picks it up and examines its edges. I don’t make a sound as he walks over to me with it.
“Are you ready to tell me now?” I look at him stupidly before I remember his words from earlier.
“There’s nothing to tell you, Ronan.” I gulp and look up at his masked face. I don’t know what he’s looking at but his stare is intense, even through the barrier between us.
I feel his eyes track the expression on my face—the confusion and arousal that settles deep in my veins. He reads me like an open book, not bothering to hide the satisfaction of what he sees.
“I love seeing you like this. You don’t realize but you’re stronger than me and you combined. You hold all the cards, Little Devil.” I don’t understand what he means and he doesn’t give me time to respond before he lowers to his knees.
He separates my legs, setting them perfectly, so I don’t lose my balance. I look down at him even more confused than I wasmere seconds ago. He lifts his free hand up to my folds and now that I notice, his skin is a bright crimson. My blood caked onto his hand. I should feel disgusted but I become wetter.
“You trust me, don’t you?” He murmurs.
I don’t say anything right away. Do I trust him? Is this trust? I shouldn’t because the wicked things he’s put me through are questionable but I do. I trust him more than I have trusted anyone.
“Yes.” I whisper.
A soft breathy chuckle leaves his throat and his finger easily slips between my folds, burying itself there before pushing into my hole. I gasp, the sound audible and his head lifts to mine before he looks back to what he’s doing.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me.” He hums, his words barely above a whisper.
Breathy groans leave his lips as if he is the one receiving pleasure. His movements are controlled but his mind must be a mess. All he can think about is me. How I feel. How I taste. How he’ll devour me. He inserts another finger, working me until I’m soaking his hand and my thighs. I moan and my head falls back.
“You don’t understand how dangerous you really are. Any man would eat out of the palm of your hand. I’ll get on my knees any day for this, you won’t even have to ask” I hear everything he’s saying but can’t keep up with his words and skilled fingers at the same time.
He lifts the broom up and slides the top of it across my slit, his gaze glued to his movements.
“What are you–” I gasp as he sinks the broom into my pussy. The handle stretching my walls painfully.
“No, Ronan, stop.” I plead, my eyes wide. The dark room feels much darker and the neon lights begin to blur. All I can see is his body covered in red, with depravity.
“I wonder how much of this you can take.” He mumbles more to himself, his voice deepening.
Tears fall from my eyes in waves and my nails sink into my palm as he pushes the broom further in. The pain is indescribable, it's so much pressure, so much stretching. My toes leave the ground as I try to kick him away, but my strength died out hours ago.
Is this what it feels like to have a baby?
“Please, it hurts.” I stutter between sobs. He places his arm behind me, keeping me frozen in place. My legs dangle and the cuts from earlier reopen from my thrashing. Blood seeps down my body and my legs shake uncontrollably.
“Don’t you think it hurts me when you deny me? Just tell me and this will all be over.” I can hear the taunt in his voice as he pushes the broom even deeper.
A scream leaves my lips along with broken sobs. It feels like more than 10 inches, the handle hitting against my stomach with a gnawing pain. He looks up at me, taking in the pain he’s caused. He groans and a violent shiver goes through his body. His chest heaves with every breath, and every move he makes is controlled beyond measure.
“This is so fucking sick.” I can’t see him through my tears anymore. My vision blurs with pain and I shake my head, trying to steady myself.
