Psychotic Love [bl]

Chapter 7: Kidnapped

Rape warning and explicit scenes. If you dislike please leave. I feel so bad writing this like really bad. I am so sorry, but the story must go on!

Lucia Mooncrest POV
Piercing pain shot through my body. My eyes shoot open, it was pitch black. Chains were attached to me. I try to scream for help but my voice came out as muffled from the cloth in my mouth. A gust of cold wind swept over my exposed body. I shivered in response, where am I. It was so quiet you could even hear water drops falling and hitting the ground.

My shackles clanked as I tried to free myself, the sound of clattering metal resounded in the cold dark room. It was futile, there was no way I could break these chains. I try to transform but it would work for some reason.

My whole body ached, I felt weak and vulnerable. For some reason my body felt so hot. My breaths were irregular and I was itiching for someones touch me to relive this pain. My eyes became misty.

This is so pathetic, a long sigh escapes my lips. Why do I keep getting into these sticky situations. I try to calm my body but nothing worked. I kept squirming around, why won't this feeling go away. This is definitely a result of drugging.

The metal door swings open, slamming on the concrete wall. There stood that old man who wore that malicious smirk and lustful eyes. He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.

I bared my teeth and my jam clenched. But I couldn't help but feel scared. Was I going to be dishelveld by this repulsive man. I couldn't help but pale and tremble at the idea.

The old man creeped towards me as he removed his clothes. Something warm and wet touches my skin. I couldn't help but shiver, I was wanting more. The tongue sucked on my pink buds, my body felt more hotter. No, why was I wanting more. This is disgusting. I soft moan escapes my lips. Did I just make that sound.

Without realising it hot wet tears streamed down my face. I tried to hold back my voice that was daring to spill out. I couldn't have him get the pleasure of seeing me beg and moan under him.

The old man pried my legs open revealing my most vulnerable spot. I try to force my legs shut but I was weak and exhausted.

"Look at you wanting more. Aren't you a slut but I don't mind it." He whispered in my ear causing me to tremble. It was so hot, I wanted more and more. For him to touch me more. Why won't my body listen to me.

My mind became fuzzy. He forced his tongue into my mouth, mingling our saliva. I wanted to puke but couldn't. He left marks all over my bodies, biting harshly on my pale skin. I yelped in pain as he but my nipple viciously. A coy smile was plastered on this bastards face, he seemed to be really enjoying himself.

He told me he loved me and found ways to become physically close, chipping away at he emotional layers of protection only so that he could do the same with my clothing. As if peeling off petals on a wilting rose. Love, how could he say that so carelessly. I didn't even know him.

Maybe because I was only entertainment to this man, someone to take for a "test drive," or worse still, "a joy ride," not caring if I was left a burnt out wreck at the end. For his amusement and satisfaction.

He began to unbuckle his pant revealing his humongous and hideous cock. My eyes widen, beads of sweat run down my face. He gropes my butt, this is so violating.

His coarse whisky tongue licked at my skin, stubby fingers curled in his hair. Every time I even closed my eyes for a second he bashed his head backward onto the concrete demanding he open them.

He didn't want to, he closed them over and over, anything rather than watch his face lit up with with power and lust. He became angry, his force less controlled, until finally blood ran from the back of her head onto the rain soaked ground and his head lolled like a doll.