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He laughed as he looked down at me, unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled them and his boxers off, before reaching to unbutton mine. I kicked him hard between his legs, and he fell over, in pain. I struggled to loosen the ropes, but they only got tighter as I pulled against them. He looked at me, his eyes filled with anger. He slapped me hard in the face and climbed back over me, a little more roughly this time. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

He shoved himself inside of me, and I cried out in pain. He mistook it for a moan, and said, “See, I told you you’d like it.” I tried to kick him off, but my fighting only drove him to increase his pace. “Stop fighting it,” he groaned. I gave him another kick, and he punched me in the jaw. I could feel blood pouring from my lip. He grabbed my right leg and put it over his shoulder. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as he did so, and I kicked him in the face. He pushed my leg away, and lay down flat on my body again. I felt like he was crushing my chest as he did so. He reached up and grabbed my throat. He held his hand there, while I choked and felt everything fading away. Just as I was about to let the darkness take over me, he let go.

“Next time, I’ll kill you,” he warned me. He pulled out of me and walked over to where he’d thrown his jeans on the ground. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” he said, flipping a switch blade over and over in his hand. “But you’re a wild one. I don’t wanna take my chances.” He leaned over me and cut the rope off of my hands. I held completely still, as he ran the blade down my body, not cutting into my flesh, but letting me know it was real. My breathing thickened as I felt the cool metal running down my body, over my lips, over my neck, over my stomach, on my thighs, on my legs.

“Turn over,” he said. I did as he said, not wanting to be cut. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he shoved it in from behind. “If you try anything, I’ll kill you.” He pushed my face back into the pillow, and I gasped for air. I could feel his hands wrapping around my hips as he slammed himself into me, showing me no mercy at all.

He pulled out again and had me sit on the edge of the bed, standing before me. He looked down and growled, “Suck it.” I hesitated, and he ran the blade across my neck, cutting me just a little. I put it in my mouth, and thought I would throw up as I heard him moaning.

Suddenly he grabbed my head and pushed it down my throat, causing me to gag uncontrollably. But that didn’t make him stop. He continued to gag me, until he thought I really might throw up. He pulled out for a few seconds, then pushed me down, and climbed over me again. He moaned loudly and slammed into me faster and faster, causing pain to rip through my body.

He continued to rape me for what seemed like hours, until finally I heard him moan louder than he had all night. He pulled it out once again, and let his cum shoot out, covering my body in it. He leaned over me, panting in pleasure. “You were great,” he whispered. Then he just got up, put on his jeans and walked out. I waited until I was sure he was gone, before I finally got up.

I walked into Mark’s bathroom and climbed into the shower, feeling a great need to wash myself before I left. I grabbed a small blue sponge and ran it over my whole body, scrubbing roughly over most of my body, except for my tender private area. I watched blood trickle down my leg, and I wiped it away, before turning the faucets off, and stepping out of the small shower.

I grabbed a big green towel, the only one I saw and dried myself quickly before stepping back into the bedroom and pulling on my clothes. I walked to the door, shuddering as I reached out to grab the door knob, thinking miserably, “What if he’s out there waiting for me?”