Page 31 of Beautiful Nightmare

I don’t bother to make a fist. Instead, I slam my palm against the reflective glass, and a crack fills the room, but nothing breaks. I try again, even harder, and I can feel it breaking under me. On my last thrust, sharp pieces shatter around me to my delight. Reaching for the closest piece, I line it up with a vein that has been taunting me for far too long and go to stab it. But, before I am able to, the glass is quickly whisked out of my grip, and other pieces around me follow.

What? No! Why?

In a matter of seconds, the mirror is as it was, completely whole and unbroken.

“Why?!” I shout, tilting my head to the ceiling and tears flowing once more.

I just want to see my family again.

Instead of responding verbally, the door swings open, catching me off guard. Glancing over, I find the threshold is empty. Unease settles in my bones, and my body tenses.

Hastily, my body is thrown from the safety of my room and down the dimly lit hall. From there, he tosses me down the stairs, ensuring I hit every step forcefully. The edges of the steps jab into my sides and rattle my brain. The pain is immense. Instinct pulls my hands to cover my head, but my hands arefucking useless, aching equally alongside the rest of me.

Reaching the ground on the main floor, my body trembles in shock. I relax into it, and just as I do, he throws me firmly against the front door, where I bounce off it effortlessly, yelping from the impact, before dropping back down to the ground.

Blinking, white spots flash, and stars dance in my vision. My stomach becomes nauseous, and I start vomiting. The human body can only take so much physical abuse and trauma before it revolts, and this is mine screaming for it to end.

The clicking of his dress shoes inch closer and closer. With my vision blurry, I am unable to focus and close my eyes once more. He chuckles. “Your bruises belong to me, as does your body.” My body reacts, vomiting more upon his polished shoes.

You will lie hereand fucking take it.

I attemptto move my hands to rise, but the effort is wasted; he’s locked me in here. Trapped in a body that won’t respond to my brain. His trousers unzip, and dread follows suit. Spitting, I wait for it to landon me, but it doesn’t; instead, it’s followed by the sound of his cock being worked.

I seek out a distraction, anything, even the large clock ticking, but it’s silent.

My mind wanders.How long have I been trapped here?

His voice whispers into my mind,A while.

I’m never getting out of here. Forever trapped in a reality that reflects my worst fucking nightmare.

And isn’t it beautiful,my sweet girl?

Tears well in my eyes.Please just let me die, I plead shamelessly.

Now,where would the fun in that be?

Realization washes over me,and it hits like a ton of bricks. This is all just a game to him, and I am a toy he can do with as he pleases. My resistance toward him no longer matters now that his powers have returned. I am to do what helikes, at his will.

Ear-piercing grunts become louder and louder. His movements are more rapid as his hand

pumps his hard cock.

Your nightmare isby my design, and your tantalizing screams bring me peace. As I will never let you go.

With the finalword penetrating me like a sword to my heart, ropes of his warm cum shoot out of his cock and land directly onto my face. Smiling, he doesn’t let up, as if he is decorating me with purpose and precision.

And I have to take it.

Prince’s eyes are hooded, and the corner of his mouth twitches in delight as he continues to cover me in his release. Pumping himself faster and harder, he doesn’t allow one drop to be wasted or held back. From my face to my hair, his thick cum sticks to me. Then, as it begins to trail off, his last shot lands on my eye, coating my lashes. Stringy, it almost reminds me of a spiderweb.

“Now, get the fuck up; we have a body to bury,” Prince barks, standing directly over me, his dicksoftening and hanging out of his pants. “And don’t you fucking dare try cleaning yourself up.”

I must not rise quickly enough for Prince because within seconds my body is thrust through the house, to the back door, and then outside, where I land. The fresh air is a welcome guest for my skin and my lungs. The dead grass against my cheek is comforting while the sky still remains dark with circling, looming clouds above.

It doesn’t take long for Prince to join me outside. As I hear his footsteps, I look up, and his trousers are done up.

My body is still weak, and on shaking limbs, I slowly rise in absolute agony with my stomach turning.