I rush to my feet and sit on the cot, eyes wide as I stare at him. Finally, my lungs turn back on. I take a breath as he picks up the gun and bullet, turning towards the door. I think that’s the end of it and that he’ll leave. But he tosses the pieces out the door and slams it shut.
“Fucking pathetic! 1 minute is how long it shouldtake to pull it apart and put it back together.” He storms towards the knife still in the wall. I scoot back on my cot as he rips the blade out and turns his fiery gaze on me.
I go to say something, but he aims the knife at me. “Shut your whore mouth. Don’t say a word, bitch. I gave you 15 minutes, and you still fucking failed! Disgraceful!” He stalks towards me with the knife still pointed at me. I’m shaking, my air coming out in pants but I don’t dare break eye contact.
I grip my knees and try to make myself as small as possible. A scream leaves me as he grabs my ankle and tugs me towards him. I fall backwards, kicking my other leg out. It nails him in the face, causing his head to whip to the side.
He slowly turns to look at me, and his eyes twinkle with humour.“Oh, Red, you fucked up.”
He pounces on top of me, straddling my hips and putting the knife to my neck. His thick thighs crush my pelvis as he squeezes me. I’m frozen, tears fill my eyes as he puts a little pressure on the knife. A whimper leaves my lips, and I try to escape it. He chuckles and drags it down my pulse point.
He continues his slow path, going between my breasts. “You really pissed me off, so now you get two punishments for losing.” He explains as he slices into my left tit.
A sob leaves me from the pain. It’s mostly in fear. The cut is sharp, but I can tell it didn’t go deep. “I wasn’t going to do this yet, but you already forgot one thing I told you.”
His eyes never leave my gaze as he works a knee between my legs, using it to spread my right leg out. He fits himself between and goes for his button with his free hand.
“Do you know what that was?” he asks in a deadly indifferent tone as he pops the button and drags down his zipper. My eyes track the movement as he pulls them down slightly and his cock pops free. My eyes scan it, but I don’t see the tattoo.
I don’t get a second to dwell on the missing ink when he lines his tip to my entrance. My eyes widen and snapback to look at his mask-covered face.
“You forgot my name. It isn’t fuckface. IT’S MASTER,” he yells as he slams to the hilt, bottoming out inside me.
I scream, but no sound comes out. Pain slices through my pussy and travels all over my body. My insides spasm in agony. I’m not wet at all, and it burns even more when he pulls out.
He must find the dry drag uncomfortable because he moves his hood forward and spits on my entrance. Then he slams back in to destroy me from the inside.
Gasps, whimpers, pained moans and sobs rack my body. But it’s all drowned out by his grunts and moans of pleasure. “God dammit. Your slutty hole can’t get enough of my dick. So fucking tight,” he grits out. I can feel that his thrusts have some glide.
I’m pretty sure it’s from my pussy bleeding and not because I’m getting wet. The smell of sweat, copper and sex fills the room, but he doesn’t slow his assault.
His hand shoots up and wraps around my neck. Pushing me deeper into the hard bed, hesqueezes and cuts off my air. The whole time his eyes don’t leave mine.
I panic, struggling for air. I reach up and wrap my hands around his wrist. Tears have been pouring down my face, and I can’t see because of them.
I feel the cold metal of his knife as the fucker drags it up my body. Curses flow off his tongue, and he gives a few more pumps before I feel his cum spurt deep inside me. He releases my neck, and I gasp for air.
He stays inside me, breathing deeply. After a moment, he reaches his hand up and grips my face. I slam my eyes closed when he squeezes my cheeks, causing my mouth to open. Next thing I hear is him spitting.
His saliva hits the back of my throat, and my eyes fly open just in time to see him fixing his mask back in place. I go to spit him out when his other hand clamps my mouth shut. “Fucking swallow slut.”
Gulping quickly, I do as I’m told. He gets off me, and puts his dick away. I roll over on my side, pulling my knees up to my chest as my body shakes. The pain is throbbing and intense.
“Learn some respect and your life will be splendid,” he mocks theatrically. “You’re mine! I own you. The sooner you accept that, the better it will be. Next time I might even bring some lube. For my sake, not yours.” I don’t say a word as he heads for the door.
It unlocks, and he pushes it open, stopping in the doorway. “I’ll be back later. You’ll be informed when part two of your punishment starts.” Then he leaves without anything else.
The second the door locks, I let the sobs free, my body convulses as I cry. My life flickering through my mind.
I’ll make him fucking pay,even if I die trying.
Chapter 12
I stand outside her door, my chest still heaving from fucking her raw. I never lose control like that. But she’s so goddamn infuriating.
I love her sass, smart mouth and dirty looks. All it does is give us a reason to punish her. The second I saw her casingthe crowd, I knew she’d be a feisty spit fire. I don’t regret what I just did. The only thing I regret is that I did that so soon.
Her punishment was supposed to be isolation. Red needs to be broken down slowly or she’ll never bounce back. We want to remodel and shape her to be ours. When she’s broken, shewill crave any scrap of attention we give her. Red will live for the pain we give and thank us for it.
