Captive [MXM]
Escape

"You want me to fuck you, Paige?" He asked and cocked his head to the side, "that's really what you want?"

"I haven't been screwed into a mattress in years, Jakob," I whined even though I felt absolutely scared shitless on the inside, "I want to be fucked so hard it hurts."

I was so scared. I didn't want this. I didn't want to have sex. I wasn't ready for it again.

His eyes glazed over a bit as he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to his room. I was trembling as he slammed the door shut and pressed his lips against mine. I whimpered softly and let him ravish my mouth as his fingers pulled at the hem of my shirt. Jakob broke away for a moment to pull it over my head and paused.

"I'm kind of nervous," I gasped with a smile, "will you hold me when we're done? He never-"

"Yes, sweetheart," he whispered and kissed my throat, "and I don't want you thinking about him anymore." His palm wrapped around my neck. I was shaking terribly and I was so scared of that bed but I knew it was my only way out.

I had to finish the job.

Around an hour later I was still sniffling and trying to be quiet. I'd started crying when he... penetrated me and despite how badly I wanted to stop he just kissed away my tears and kept going. I didn't have a right to complain. I hadn't said no to him. Even so I constantly felt it in my chest no, no, no. This isn't right. Instead I still whined and let him kiss me and touch me and pretended like I liked it.

My lower lip wobbled as I thought about it. I never wanted to feel so scared and helpless like that ever again. I never wanted to see Jakob again.

With a soft sigh I wobbled out of the bed and scrambled around for my clothes. I shoved them on quickly as I bit down on my lower lip to stop from making any noises. I felt filthy and disgusting.

I didn't even bother closing the door and simply bolted down the hall and stairway. The less time I took to pause the more time I had to get to the closest establishment. The less I paused the less I had to think about what I'd let Jakob do.

Getting out of the house was easy- continuing was harder. The moment I stepped out onto the grass with my bare feet I was hit with the winter air. After a moment of shivering I forced myself to keep moving and headed towards the path that lead into the woods. I ignored the pain in my feet from stepping on rocks and sticks. The pure fear and adrenaline kept me going forward.

After a while my heartbeat began to slow and I grew more relaxed. The longer I waited and the more I walked the closer escape became. In all honesty I was surprised that I'd gotten so far. Usually I was apprehended in minutes on my first attempts- except that was with Warren. Old Warren. Jakob's problem was that he trusted me too much but Warren had always known me extremely well.

It didn't matter now though. I'd get out of these woods so I could move far away from here and forget about the last half decade. I wondered if Warren had thought about me. I wondered if he'd moved on himself. I wondered if he still loved me.

I was so caught up with the fantasy of Warren and freedom that I didn't notice the sounds of the forest around me. Twigs snapped and leaves crumbled. Small creatures fled from the things lurking there. An especially loud snap drew my attention and I froze before looking around for where it had come from.

Before I had time to do a full circle, though, something barreled into my back and I was thrown to the ground. I cried out and shoved my hands out to catch me but all I did was twist my wrist the wrong way. I whimpered at the feeling of paws at my back. In front of me was a gigantic wolf- if I were standing it would come past my hips. There was another holding me down.

I dropped my head to the ground. I didn't think about other werewolves. The only one i ever came into contact with was Maeve

The first wolf pulled at my shirt and growled at me. I flinched and stumbled back to my feet. I backed up and the other nipped at me which made me yelp.

A sudden bark and growl alarmed the three of us. I recognized Maeve immediately. She padded up to me and licked my hand before tugging on my shirt.

"Don't make me go back," I whimpered even as she nudged me forward and whined.

I had to go back.

Despite being scared shitless of what Jakob would do to me and all of the general shit being thrown my way I still found myself falling asleep. When my pace had slowed because I kept stepping on sharp stuff Maeve simply nudged at me until I got on its back. Now I was laying there with my hands twisted in the dark brown fur and my cheek resting at the base of her neck.

However, I grew immediately tense and afraid when I realized how far we had come. The manor was right in front of us. Jakob was just inside- waiting to hurt me. I began to shake and tremble in terror as the Maeve shook me off and they pushed me forward and to the house. A few short barks and a couple minutes later the door was swinging open. I looked on in fear and apprehension as Jakob gave me a dark glare and yanked me in by my upper arm. He was still only wearing sweatpants and he looked like he'd just woke up.

"You're I'm so much fucking trouble, Paige," he hissed and dragged me... up the stairs... down the hall... the bedroom. The bedroom.

I yelped and covered my face when he threw me down on the bed.

"Jakob, please!" I cried as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down. "I'm so sorry, I won't do it again."

"Shut up," he clenched his jaw, "bad boys get punished, don't they, Paige? You've been so bad."

I was full on sobbing now as he pushed his knees between my legs. I thrashed harder in absolute shock and horror at what he was going to do to me. I screamed as hard as I could as he pressed his lips against my neck and shoved my hips down with his hands so I'd stop moving. In desperation I swept my hand out across the nightstand. He was too busy unbuttoning my pants to notice. My hand enclosed around something short but pointed. Jakob leaned over me with a sick grin on his face and opened his mouth to speak. I took the weapon and shoved it into the closest soft flesh- his stomach.

Jakob gasped and froze but I kept shoving it in and out until my hands were drenched in blood and he fell limp on top of me. I kept screaming and sobbing as I tried to push him off me. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks as I threw myself off the bed and toppled to the ground. When I tried to stand I just fell back over and cried harder. At last there was nothing else I could do but crawl under the bed and hug myself into a ball in hopes that no one would replace me.

And no one did.