Mirrors on the Outside
Chapter 30
~Laura's POV~
"No, please not again!" My screams are dry, my voice sounding completely pitiful.
The whip cracks down once more. "Not again WHAT?" My tears increase, knowing that there is blood streaming down my back where the skin has been stripped away with hit after hit.
"Not again sir, please." Normally, I would be impudent. However, nothing about this situation is normal. It's in my nature, and it's how we started this encounter. But it's also how I've ended up with 50 harsh lashes to my bare back, so now I'm just in survival mode.
My captor grins sickeningly and pets my head, setting down the whip. "That's a good little whore. Now, let's try this again. Get down on your knees and suck my cock."
I open my mouth to protest, but understand that it's really no good. Defeated, I sink down to the floor and undo his pants, dropping them to the floor with his underwear. For a moment, I just sit there and stare. I mean, until yesterday, I was a virgin. But he is having none of that, gripping my jaw with one hand and forcing it open before thrusting in, and winding the other in my hair.
This is almost as harsh as the whipping, and honestly, I preferred the beating. I feel violated, used, and worst of all, like I'm cheating on Jaime.
I know that sounds like it's not anywhere near as big a deal as it is. I know that this is against my will, that both Jaime and I were kidnapped. But still, I can't help but feel like the whore I've always been told I am.
The combination of the brutal throat fucking, beating, and those thoughts has tears streaming down my face. My abuser finishes in my mouth, demanding that I swallow it. Not wanting to anger him any further, I comply, although the taste and feeling make me want to vomit. He pulls up his pants and cups my face in his hands. "Ah, my sweet little slave. Such a shame you're so broken already, or I'd have my way with you now. But I know we'll have time."
He slaps me across the face, causing me to fall on the cold, concrete floor. "I'll be back later. Don't bother trying to escape."
When he leaves, I want to stand up, to explore my surroundings for possible escape. But I honestly just don't have the energy. He's right; I'm broken.
I can't do this though, pity myself and get stuck in my thoughts. I need to focus on healing, and eventually escaping. There are people who love me that I love outside of this place, and I will get back to them. I'll make sure of it.
~Vic's POV~
"Both missing. I just don't understand! Obviously they were taken, with the signs of forced entry and the broken vase. But who would take them? Why?" I yell angrily as I pace around the house occupied by myself, Tony, Mike, and two police officers.
The officer who's done at least most of the talking sighs heavily. "We'll do our best sir. If there are any changes, or we need any more information, we'll let you know." He hands me his card. "If you think of anything, don't hesitate for a second, okay?"
I nod in assent and escort them out. I walk back into the living room to Mike punching the shit out of our couch. I put my hand on his arm and shake my head. "It won't do anything to help."
"It's my fault." Tony's voice is so low that I barely hear it. But I'm glad I do, because that's fucking ridiculous and he needs to stop right now.
"No, Tony." I turn to him and shake my head once more. "It is not your fault."
"I should've been there!" He shouts angrily. "I should have gone back with them, but because I was being a selfish pussy, I came here instead. And they got taken, and god only knows what's happening to them now, if they're still alive."
"Don't." Mike's voice is low, but threatening and dark. "Don't you go there."
Tony sighs. "How can I not?"
"They would have taken you too, Tony. And we'd be even worse off than we already are."
"No, please not again!" My screams are dry, my voice sounding completely pitiful.
The whip cracks down once more. "Not again WHAT?" My tears increase, knowing that there is blood streaming down my back where the skin has been stripped away with hit after hit.
"Not again sir, please." Normally, I would be impudent. However, nothing about this situation is normal. It's in my nature, and it's how we started this encounter. But it's also how I've ended up with 50 harsh lashes to my bare back, so now I'm just in survival mode.
My captor grins sickeningly and pets my head, setting down the whip. "That's a good little whore. Now, let's try this again. Get down on your knees and suck my cock."
I open my mouth to protest, but understand that it's really no good. Defeated, I sink down to the floor and undo his pants, dropping them to the floor with his underwear. For a moment, I just sit there and stare. I mean, until yesterday, I was a virgin. But he is having none of that, gripping my jaw with one hand and forcing it open before thrusting in, and winding the other in my hair.
This is almost as harsh as the whipping, and honestly, I preferred the beating. I feel violated, used, and worst of all, like I'm cheating on Jaime.
I know that sounds like it's not anywhere near as big a deal as it is. I know that this is against my will, that both Jaime and I were kidnapped. But still, I can't help but feel like the whore I've always been told I am.
The combination of the brutal throat fucking, beating, and those thoughts has tears streaming down my face. My abuser finishes in my mouth, demanding that I swallow it. Not wanting to anger him any further, I comply, although the taste and feeling make me want to vomit. He pulls up his pants and cups my face in his hands. "Ah, my sweet little slave. Such a shame you're so broken already, or I'd have my way with you now. But I know we'll have time."
He slaps me across the face, causing me to fall on the cold, concrete floor. "I'll be back later. Don't bother trying to escape."
When he leaves, I want to stand up, to explore my surroundings for possible escape. But I honestly just don't have the energy. He's right; I'm broken.
I can't do this though, pity myself and get stuck in my thoughts. I need to focus on healing, and eventually escaping. There are people who love me that I love outside of this place, and I will get back to them. I'll make sure of it.
~Vic's POV~
"Both missing. I just don't understand! Obviously they were taken, with the signs of forced entry and the broken vase. But who would take them? Why?" I yell angrily as I pace around the house occupied by myself, Tony, Mike, and two police officers.
The officer who's done at least most of the talking sighs heavily. "We'll do our best sir. If there are any changes, or we need any more information, we'll let you know." He hands me his card. "If you think of anything, don't hesitate for a second, okay?"
I nod in assent and escort them out. I walk back into the living room to Mike punching the shit out of our couch. I put my hand on his arm and shake my head. "It won't do anything to help."
"It's my fault." Tony's voice is so low that I barely hear it. But I'm glad I do, because that's fucking ridiculous and he needs to stop right now.
"No, Tony." I turn to him and shake my head once more. "It is not your fault."
"I should've been there!" He shouts angrily. "I should have gone back with them, but because I was being a selfish pussy, I came here instead. And they got taken, and god only knows what's happening to them now, if they're still alive."
"Don't." Mike's voice is low, but threatening and dark. "Don't you go there."
Tony sighs. "How can I not?"
"They would have taken you too, Tony. And we'd be even worse off than we already are."
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