Page 145 of Loving the Tormentor

I put my index finger between the chain and my skin, desperate to ease some of the pressure. He did this so I would have a constant reminder of the collar, a constant feeling ofsomething tight around my throat. Because he knows how much I hate it.

Standing up, I put my hands out, desperate to find a wall or a door, something that gives me a clue about what kind of room I'm in. I step on something, but I'm not sure what. It feels like a sheet of paper under my bare foot. I'm still wearing my skater skirt and ripped t-shirt, but my tights and shoes are gone. My shin knocks against something, almost making me trip. It's not very big, so I easily manage to walk around it and keep moving forward.

My hands finally touch a flat, hard surface.

"Achilles?" I call out again.

I blindly follow the wall, hoping to find a door. My heart races, no matter how much I'm trying to take deep breaths. This room is suffocating, rendering me completely blind, and I have no idea of what could potentially be around me.

Biting my tongue, I keep shuffling to the side, turning a corner. One minute, it feels like this room is gigantic, and the next, the walls are closing in. The darkness is so heavy, my entire body shivers every time I take a step to the side.

Finally, I feel a change on the wall. Wood. My hands tap around until I find a handle, and my heart somersaults as I try to turn the knob, only to find it locked.

"No, no, no," I cry. "Achilles… Achilles!" I slam my fist, desperate for anyone to come get me. "Please! Help!"

I'm suffocating, feeling the sudden urge to step away. I need to breathe. I need space. I need to know what the fuck is going on. A sob bursts out of me as I trip on something, and my ass lands on the floor.

"Please," I whimper quietly. "Please, get me out. I'm sorry." I doubt he can hear me.

I crawl back until I feel a wall behind me and bring my knees to my chest.

Hehasto come get me at some point. Unless…unless Achilles isn't the one keeping me locked up.

I have no idea how long I've been here when the door opens. The light behind it blinds me, forcing me to put a hand in front of my face. A man stands still in the doorway, dressed in black jeans and a black shirt. Squinting, I keep looking up, hoping to find the face of the man I love. The man I betrayed.

But I don't. Instead, all I see is a mask. A balaclava with a skull on the lower half, covering his mouth.

"No!" I shriek as I try to get up.

This is my worst nightmare, and I can't even truly see if the man is Achilles. His build is similar, but with the light behind him, his eyes seem dark, and I don't recognize them. I can't see his hair or his beautiful face.

I slip on something as he approaches, and he catches me by the arm.

"Don't, don't, don't," I panic. With me in his hold, he slams the door shut, and the darkness comes back. But it's the terror that hits me the hardest.

"Please, say something," I cry as he pushes me to the floor. "Achilles, tell me it's you."

I whimper as he forces me onto my front, holding my hands at the small of my back. I try to kick my legs at him, but it's impossible in this position.

"Say something!" I scream. "Please…p-please…"

Another sob gets caught in my throat as he presses his heavy body on mine. We wrestle as I feel him unzipping his jeans, but I stand no chance. He's heavy, strong, but mainly…he's furious. My skirt is flipped over my ass, and he pauses for a few seconds as I feel him do something behind me. My panties move to the side before the tip of his dick presses against my entrance. A condom. He was putting a condom on. Like Achilles always does.

I can't breathe, and if I thought it was bad, it gets worse. He chuckles in my ear when he feels my wetness, and a semblance of hope brightens in my mind. That sounded like him, didn't it? That arrogance, the control.

"Achilles, I'm sorry. Please, I love you."

He pushes ever-so-slightly, just the tip pressing inside me. It feels delicious. The fear is making me high, the pleasure he's offering like a protection against the fright.

"You wanted to make me live my worst nightmare, traitor. It's only fair I make you live yours."

He thrusts in violently, pinning me to the ground with my hands behind my back. I can't move, can hardly breathe. I'm completely stuck. His legs are on mine, his hand gripping my wrists, his hips pushing inside me with relentless thrusts.

"So fucking wet for someone who's terrified," he growls behind the mask.

Only moans and whimpers escape my mouth. He's too harsh, too deep, and when I cry out for mercy, he presses on my lower back and pushes in harder.

"You're going to take this, aren't you?"Thrust."Because you love when I scare you. You love the monster inside me."Thrust.I cry out, feeling myself clamp around him. "You didn't want us to be happy."Thrust."You wanted to suffer like you always have. Because you'rescaredof happiness."