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You wake up from the weight on your abdomen as you feel the hard floor beneath you.'I was wondering how long it would take for you to wake up', speaks a sickly sweet voice as the man straddling your weak body caresses your face.You're eyes widen, realising you are with a strange in God-knows-where. Before you can even sit up right, the man forces you back down.'You're not going anywhere'.Your eyes begin to swell with tears, and your breathing constrained as the 6ft-plus man continues to sit on your lower half.For the first time you notice him. His long black hair, his tattoos that swirl across his body like and endless loop. But the think you notice the most is his eyes, dark, intense, frustrated. He doesn't take them off you once. 'Who are you?', you meekly ask.'Ronald' he mumbles, swiping his rough finger across your quivering lip.You take note, not wanting to have to ask him again. You rack my mind wondering how you got here but you can't remember a thing. The start to fall down your face, Ronald's face filling with false concern and looking down at you, staring into your own eyes.'Don't cry, baby. There's nothing to be scared of, I'm going to look after you'His words bring you no comfort, the condensation leaking out of each word only told you he would do the complete opposite.He brings his face closer to yours, smelling you from your neck to your ear, gently licking a path across the side of your face. You couldn't help but resist his touch, his tongue violating you. As you pull away, his hand snatches your face, holding your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, staring right into your eyes again, but this time with no faux pity, just anger.'Don't resist me, bunny' the words come out rough, nasty.'You'll learn to want me just as much as I want you.' With that, he squishes your cheeks together further, until your lips form a small hole in the middle. With Ronald still sat on top of you, restricting any ability to resist, he gently releases a string of spit from his mouth, aiming it directly into your mouth.'Swallow' he orders, but you can't. You try your best to push it out of your mouth, his hand still tightly gripping your face and his spit flows of our your mouth and across your face.His grip relaxes, but proceeds to gather all the spit dripping down you cheeks and smears his saliva across your face. You could feel the colness of his body fluid on your face, and the thickness of it in your eyelashes as you looked up at him, trying to understand what his empty expression was saying.'I told you', he says slowly, 'You're going to learn to want me'. And with that, he lifts himself off you, looming down at your weak body as you cry quietly, and walks out of the basement locking the door shut behind him leaving you in deathly silence.
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You hadn't slept since Ronald left. The room you're in is empty, a concrete cube. The only way put was through the door he had left out of and you already knew there was no way of you leaving without him letting you.Before you can even register it, Ronnie is back, swiftly moving towards you and pulling you up toward him. You whimper, knowing nothing good would come from this but your resistance means nothing to him as he pulls your head back by your hair, looking straight down onto your face with a smirk. 'I'm going to show you why you need me, baby'. The pet names did nothing to ease your fear, you knew nothing good was coming to you.You stumble on behind him as he pulls you up a set of concrete stairs and up through another door which opened up to a plush, warm, light entrance room. The warmth of the house healed some of your inner coldness, blushing your skin from inside out.The comfort didn't last long when you're pulled up another set of stairs and swiftly into what you assume is the master bedroom.The burgundy accents all over the room meant all you could think about was blood and the fact you were no match for this man. He was going to kill you. In a last ditch attempt to save yourself you scream, but your voice is hoarse and quiet from the lack of fluid you've consumed since you've been held up in his basement.'Its not time to scream yet, Bunny', he smirks at your feeble attempt to save yourself.Ronald throws you onto the bed, and starts to tie your wrists to the leather handcuffs fixed to the headboard. You knew you had to keep trying and so you try your bed to release yourself from him grip to avoid being cuffed.
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Blistering pain sears across your cheeks and the metallic taste of blood teases your tongue. His rough hand locks itself around your throat, making your head pound softly as your airflow is restricted.'I really need you to be a good girl for me', he growls, swiping the blood from your freshly burst lip across your chapped lips.One he's secured you in the cuffs, you notice the bulge in his ripped black denim and without a care in the world, he pulls out his cock. It's thick and long, and pulsing with want.You finally speak up, 'please don't do this' you pleade with him, wondering if death would be easier than taking him inside you.'are you begging for me already, baby?' he coos sarcastically. Nothing you said mattered to him. He knew what he wanted and he'd take it.In a desperate attempt to ride your mouth of the blood and saliva that was mixing inside, you let it dribble out of your mouth, the fluids leaking down your cheeks as Ronnie watches you with dark, piercing eyes.He brings a hand toward your face causing you to flinch, arousing a mean laugh from him, but it's gentle as he gathers your fluids and wipes the bloody spit across his member. As he strokes his cock, he stares into you, right into your soul as he grunts and moans, massaging your pain onto himself. Your pain was his pleasure.Everything is so intense. You try to close your eyes, not wanting to watch your captor play out his perverted fantasy, but fear of his next step meant keeping your eyes on him was safer than not.'Don't you want to play too, princess?' He smirks, finally letting go of himself and waling across the room to fetch something from a drawer.