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The doors in the hallway banged open as men started to run down the hallway towards us and that was the turning point as Kay met my eyes, a silent apology in them and turned, leaving me.

Half of my mind was screaming for her to come back and not leave me with him but the other half was telling me that she’d get help.

Black eyes dragged me down the hallway in the opposite direction to where we had come from and opened up a dark green door, pushing me inside. My hand clashed with the wall and he locked the door behind us, the sound echoing throughout the room.

His meaty hand flicked something on the wall and the room illuminated with muted light.

I looked around the space, my eyes zoning in on the ceiling. A beam ran along the length of it with a thick metal chain wrapped over it and dangling down.

I squeaked as he wrapped his hand around both of my wrists, pulling me closer. I pulled back, trying to fight him but I really wasn’t any match for his size.

He may as well have been pulling on a rag doll.

“Please don’t do this,” I begged, but all it seemed to do was make him happier.

“That’s it, beg me,” he groaned, pulling a cord around my wrists and knotting it together, creating a loop and tying it to the chain that dangled from the beam.

“P-p-please,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face, not knowing what was about to come.

I watched as he moved to the other side of the wall and pulled on the chain, making my arms go higher so that only the tips of my toes touched the floor.

Stalking towards me, he ran his meaty finger

along my shoulder and down to the front of my breast, ripping the fabric of my bra off me and exposing all of me. I started to shake uncontrollably at the thoughts running through my head.

What was he going to do to me?

Leaning down, he took my nipple in his mouth and bit down so hard that I screamed until my voice cracked. I looked down when he pulled away and saw the blood trickling down onto my stomach, the sight almost making me pass out.

The only thing keeping me upright was the fear of what he would do if I wasn’t conscious.

When he stepped away and out of my sight, my breathing became even heavier and the more my chest lifted, the more it burned from where he’d broken my skin. My shoulders started to ache from being stretched, I gritted my teeth not knowing what hurt more.

The tear of my panties as he ripped them off my body was so loud that it even made its way past my erratic heart beat that was thumping in my ears.

His hand stroked my ass and dipped around to my private area, his finger thrusting straight into me.

“Stop!” I shouted at the intrusion. It burned so bad and he didn’t let up, he thrust it out and back in again.

“Say it again,” he moaned, pushing his erection against my ass. I gagged and tried not to throw up but having not eaten for days, all I did was dry heave; the burning in my throat making me wince.

When I stayed silent, he pulled back and walked away.

I pressed my legs together, trying to find some relief from the burning, hoping that it was over now.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.” I felt him come closer. “You’d be perfect for me to train, to show you how to take it... you’d end up liking it,” he said, stroking his hand down my back softly.

I shook my head.

There was no way that I’d like this. He was sick in the head. I didn’t want any of this.

My father’s face flashed in the front of my mind and I swore then that I’d have my revenge for what he did. He was the reason that I was here in the first place.

“One.”

My back bowed and I squealed from the first hit that smacked across my ass and round to my hip. My mind couldn’t compute on what he was using.

“Two.”