CASY

He stops kissing me and now caresses my pale skin roughly.

His hands go from my neck to my sex. He's on top of me, one hand rests on the mattress to support himself and the other rubs my vulva.

My first instinct is to close my legs, but I soon realize it's a terrible mistake because when he notices my action says:

"Mmmm, I see you are on the defensive," he shows his sly smile and when I am about to respond he adds: "never mind, I have something here that will put you in a good mood."

What... what does he mean by that?

He gets up from the bed and walks out of the room, but soon reappears with three more pairs of handcuffs. Fear grips my body and all I can do at that moment is to open my eyes, part my mouth and just let things happen. I am too weak to refuse whatever he wants to do.

Leo takes the other pair of handcuffs he had brought earlier and climbs onto the bed.

"Give me your hand."

I give in and give him my right hand. He takes it and cuffs me to the back of the bed.

Shit, now what's going to happen?

He does the same with the other hand and then continues with my feet, cuffing them to the bedpost.

"Are you comfortable?" he asks, scoffing, staring at me in this position.

I groan and look at him with a disgusted look on my face, which is exactly how I feel about him. I loathe him! What is he going to do to me? God I can't even imagine... Well, I can imagine, that's the worst part.

I'm so terrified. I know Leo is capable of anything and I know he's not afraid to destroy me or mistreat me. He doesn't care about anything. He doesn't care about me, his family, his friends, anyone— he just carea about himself.

"I love to see you cry," he confesses, as he grabs the whip.

What... but... No. No. No. No.

My eyes grow wide, my brows draw together in a frown, and my lips are slightly parted... My whole face is expressing the fear that consumes me inside. I know what's about to happen. It happened once before and it was the worst day of my life. The marks took a long time to go away and the pain was so intense that the next day I spent the whole day barfing and writhing in pain.

This can't be happening to me... what did I do? Fuck, what did I do?!

I take a quick breath and try to free myself from these stupid handcuffs. I don't want to be here.

"Let me go!" I cry out desperately.

He shoots me a scornful glance and then gets closer to me.

This is never good... Whenever I say something like this I must pay the consequences for disobeying my master. The worst is about to happen... I know it.

"What did you just say?" he asks, striking the whip against his hand.

"Nothing..." I answer with the little voice I have left. I instantly feel the urge to cry, but I can't—I've shed so many tears that I've run out of them.

"Are you disobeying me?" he asks, climbing onto the bed. The damned whip in his filthy and cruel hands.

"No..."

"I think you are... and you know what happens when you disobey your master."

I avert my gaze from his and lower my head. Why am I in this situation? I thought this would never happen to me. Yes, I knew that many girls went through horrible things like this and it hurt me every time I saw a story about a girl being raped or killed by a man. I couldn't understand how such terrible situations happened on a daily basis and how innocent girls constantly suffered because of a violent man. However, I thought I was far away from all that. I thought I would always be surrounded by good people and my life would be simple and happy... but I was naïve then and still am.

Now I am one of those girls. Now I am the one who suffers and is abused. Now I am the one who is at the service of an eighteen-year-old guy whose mind is so disturbed that all he thinks about is sex and his precious sex toys. No wonder he repeated elementary school—when he was a little boy his mind was already out of focus.

He approaches me and caresses my belly. Gently, very gently. His eyes stop on mine and he immediately pulls his hand out and the shrill noise of the whip hitting my skin reigns in the room. I writhe in pain, close my eyes, grit my teeth and let out a single moan, knowing that if I make another sound he will hit me even harder and the truth is I can't take any more pain. Not even the marks from last time are gone.

I can't show him the pain I feel and the effect he has on me. I have to be strong in front of him. I have to act as if I loved his aggressive actions. Only then is he going to stop. Only then will he stop hitting me. Only then will he leave me alone.

However, the truth is that I said that so many times... and it never works. It's impossible to pretend that these blows don't affect me. It's impossible to pretend that his cruelty doesn't destroy me. It's impossible to pretend that I am the alpha male and he is a poor defenseless man, when actually it's the other way around.

He hits me in the abdomen again and this time I am sure that if I had food in my stomach I would have thrown it up by now. Luckily I haven't eaten in hours.

He looks at me and a smile that gives me chills creeps across his face.

What is he going to do?

When the whip impacts against my clit I have the answer. The pain is so sharp and stinging that a sudden tear falls from my closed eyes to my lips. I grit my teeth so hard I feel like they are about to break and my back curves from the pain. My legs tremble and I try to close them, but I can't because of the damn handcuffs that have me tied to this psychopath's bed.

He repeats his action again and this time the crying takes over me. I thought there were no tears left to shed, but I was wrong. The pain is so extreme that the loud sound of my desperate and uncontrollable crying echoes throughout the room.

Between my sobs and moans of pain I can hear that terrible noise again. My back bends again and I wince. I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore...

"I like to see you this way," he says, laughing. "Now let's move on to the best part."

I know what it means. Everyone knows what it means.

He gets off the bed, takes a condom and easily slides it down his length.

He climbs back on the bed and settles on top of me, with his legs spread wide, resting on his knees. With his hands he caresses my nipples and I shudder. His index finger makes small circles on the sensitive skin of my aureole. He lowers his head and begins to place little kisses on my breast, but then catches my nipple with his teeth and bites down hard. I cry out of pain and wince when his mouth captures my sensitive area. Why does he do this to me? Why does he enjoy torturing me?

He stops biting me and I breathe in relief, but still with a stinging pain around my breast. I gasp and bite my lips from how unbearable it is to endure the damage he's doing to my body. I just want him to fuck me, come and that's it. Let's get this over with.

He returns to his previous position and thrust into me slowly. He keeps a slow, calm rhythm, thrusting in and out, but this doesn't last long, as he immediately picks up the pace and his cock moves quickly inside me, making me cry out of pain, not pleasure. I'm in agony because of his hostile act. The awful pain shooting through my body, coupled with... what he's done to my clit... produces a sensation I can barely stand.

He keeps moving, fast and hard, not caring if he hurts me or not, as usual. This action continues for a few more minutes, until he stops and pulls out of me.

"I'm about to come. Open your mouth," he demands, smiling.

I do exactly what he says and immediately a thick white liquid fills my mouth. Disgusted, I am forced to swallow it. I hate this so much. I hate being in this situation. I hate that he has this power over me and I hate that he treats me like a fucking object.

Tears of pain and agony slide down my skin, while Leonardo pants heavily, clearly agitated by the pleasure he gets from mistreating me.

"Oh God... that was .... God... I loved it," he says and strokes my face soaked with salty tears. "I hope you liked it too."

He's fucking with me, isn't he? God, he's a psycho! How can he say that? How can he even think that I could like this? He's totally crazy, but not as crazy as me because despite the suffering this causes me... the only thing I can think of now is that at least he helped me to get Hannah out of my head.