Envious Desire
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Unknown POV

“You need to keep it in your fucking pants and leave her alone... at least for now.”

“You said I could have her! It’s been almost a month. I love our little cat and mouse game but I need my satisfaction.”

“You need to calm the fuck down and wait. You tarnish her and our plan goes down with you.”

“What the fuck is taking so long?”

“He needs to be at his absolute worst, in despair, for him to be willing to give up his money for her.”

“I think he’ll be willing to part with his funds now. He’s been out of work for a while. Her absence has been weighing on him.”

“Approaching him at this moment is inconvenient. He’ll definitely turn me away right now.”

“That’s not my fucking problem. I did my part and she is my fucking payment. I’ve dreamed of having her for years. This is like a huge fucking cock tease... all tied up and waiting for me to just look at her.”

“You’ve been doing more than looking. I’ve had to stop you a few times. I’m no longer feeling comfortable with this plan.”

“Backing out now is not an option. We’ve already gone too far. She’s been kidnapped. This is guaranteed jail time.”

“Just give me a little more time. I’ll think of something.

“Fuck!”

“Stop, just wait.”

Chloe’s POV

Trigger warning ~ sexual assault

Two days later

The days have meshed together into one long, horrendous nightmare. Time is just a concept. It’s tortuous. Day after day, he gropes me as he pleases, licking my body at random, undesired touching, feeling his calloused hands... UGH! My escape is necessary.

Tugging on my restraints, they bite at my bruised, torn flesh. I liberate an anguished whimper.

A click from the door jolts my body into hyper vigilant mode, prickles rampage over my skin, trepidation rolling in my veins. Eerie silence fills the room.

“Who’s there?” I inquire with a shaky breath attempting not to appear frightened but failing miserably.

The groaning floor captures my attention, head snapping in the sound’s direction as they move about. Why aren’t they announcing their presence?

“The sounds you create... they make my dick twitch,” a single finger grazes my calf. Attempting to pull it away, my restraint gnaws at my ankle triggering a yelp to escape.

His hot breath fans over my neck, jumping back on the mattress, his nose grazing my skin. I pull at my constraints, vying for liberation to no avail.

“STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

A sinister laugh rings in my ear, a cold chill runs up my spine, goosebumps sprout everywhere.

“Stop what beautiful?” His voice is like acid burning through plastic, “This!?” His hands grasp at my breast, rolling the pad of his thumb over my nipples.

My frenzied orbs slam shut, water builds as I cry out, imploring him to stop. “NO! STOP! Please don’t!”

Hoisting me up by my shirt, his chapped, nasty lips slam on my skin. His wet, pointy, lizard like tongue slides along my clavicle when he releases my shirt allowing my body to meet the mattress.

Ripping my shirt apart, my breast exposed and vulnerable, heaving, scared, I bellow out, “Stop, please don’t do this!”

“That’s right, scream for me. Let me hear that sexy voice beg. No one is here to listen to your pleas. We’re all alone... I plan to make the best of it.” The weight of his hand connecting with my face sends a bolt of searing pain to my nerves.

“I am so fucking hard, I’ve been dreaming of hearing you scream my name.”

OMG! NO! PLEASE! My head moves back and forth violently not wanting the impact of his words to impale my brain.

The sudden sting of his leathery, large hand contacting my face again, burns my flesh. His harsh, chafing lips pressed against mine.

Turning my face, his lips scratch along the way to my mouth, bile rises in the back of my esophagus at the very thought of him touching me.

Please, no, don’t let this happen! I’ve been through enough. All I want in my life is to have Axle’s baby.

His hand grasps my face, holding me in place, his damp, slimy tongue glides across my tight unyielding lips requesting access which I rightfully deny.

The stench of his saliva on my lips rising up my nose evokes me to gag in his face.

“Bitch!” I can hear the atmosphere shift as his hand swooshes through the air connecting with my face again. “You’ll love it once I fuck you. You’ll be begging me for more.” His harsh voice cracks in the air.

I feel the bed shift with a loud complaint, his jagged fingertips at my waist, grasping my pants and my underwear, pulling them south. Attempting to halt his vile actions with flailing kicks and erratic thrashing, causing him frustration... his fingers dig into my flesh, screaming for him to stop.

The sound of the clothing ripping on my legs terrifies every nerve in my body.

“Stop, no, don’t. PLEASE!” Tears roll out of my eyes, soaking my blindfold, plastering it to my face.

“You fighting just makes it better. You’re so beautiful, you make me do this to you. You’re too beautiful not to have!”

Screams echo in the air, floundering, pulling on my restraints hoping for release.

His abrasive, thorny hand grasps my right ankle, the cold bite of metal shackled to my foot.

“I love the fight baby,” he pressed on my core. “You feel that! All your squirming makes my dick harder. Better yet cry for me baby. I’m so going to enjoy every fucking second of this.”

Freeing one hand, his vice-like grip digs into my frayed skin causing me to wince, holding me in place.

Freeing my other hand, he lassos them together while I try my best to wiggle free from his grasp.

The connection of his hand on my cheek sends a burst of iron liquid into my mouth. Dazed, sparks of light burst behind my eyelids, fuck it hurts.

Unable to focus, the feel of his petulant hands wrap around my ankles when he tugs me towards the bottom of the bed, triggering a yelp. The sound of metal clanking on the floor fills my ears as the weight lifts from my lower extremities.

Unable to move, I implor for mercy, “Please don’t!”

“That’s right baby. BEG ME!”

FUCK! I can’t feed his psychotic ego anymore. I have to remain silent. Raising my legs above my head, he rubs on my core, eliciting a cry of desperation.

Fuck! ! I can’t give him his desire. “FINE! FINE! I’ll fuck you. Just, please, let me at least enjoy this if it is going to happen.”

“What makes you think I’ll trust you?”

“Because I don’t want it to hurt.”

“But you screaming heightens my pleasure.”

Fuck, I hate myself for this, “From what I feel you’re a big boy,” yeah right. “Your size will make me scream anyway.”

“Mmmm, you like feeling me on you don’t you?”

“Yes,” no I don’t you fucking rapist psycho.

“Let me enjoy it. Let me enjoy the feel of you.”

“After I get to feel you,” his hand slithers between my legs, grasping my thigh pulling my legs apart, chest heavy on mine hindering my movements.

His hand slowly trails my thigh causing a freezing chill to crawl up my spine, I have to control the urge to fight until the most opportune moment.

Finding his way up my thigh, I cringe behind the blindfold; Please make this stop.

“Your pussy is so warm. Spread your legs for me baby. Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.” Peeking from the bottom of my blindfold, I observe his chest rise. He’s fucking naked, dick in hand, stroking, watching as I peel my legs apart at the speed of molasses.

It’s now or never, I have to try something. Bending my right leg at the knee my foot stretches forward at full force, slamming his balls into his pelvic bone.

“YOU BITCH!” He flies off the bed allowing me to spring up onto my feet attempting to flee. Bound hands reaching for my blindfold, the sudden throttle of fists connect with my back driving my stomach to collide with a table. My baby is my only thought.

“Now you’ve asked for it!” Forcing my head to meet the table, he binds my ankles to the legs of the table, leaving my backside exposed.

Attempting to free myself from his grasp, only causes him further anger, banging my head into the table causing everything to turn black, sparks to go off in the darkness.

Body limp, I’m aware of his actions, he’s shackling my hands over the top. I’m immobile, exposed and vulnerable. I’m petrified, this is not what I want to happen. Sudden sharp pains stab my stomach.

A final plea for the safety of us., “Please don’t, I’m pregnant!”

“It’s too late for that bitch, and don’t you worry about that baby for now. I’ll poke his little head later, right now, your ass is mine.” Separating my cheeks, slathering his slimy hot salvia from his mouth, I scream at the top of my lungs, clenching with every muscle I have not permitting him entrance. Lining himself up, preparing to assault me, a loud bang ricochets in the air. What sounds like glass shatters around me.

A loud thump resonates, his weight gone, but that’s when the feeling intensifies. Then a gush of liquid between my thighs. My baby! Axles baby! My only link to him now that he’s gone. No please no!

My breathing increases with haste, a fuzzy world turning feeling consumes my head. Unable to make sense of it, the warmth of darkness consumes me.

~~~~~

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