I gawk at him and his mannerisms, anger rolling through me at what he just revealed to me about himself.
He’s stark naked before me. I inspect his entire body, noticing that it is toned to perfection. I’m puzzled as my mind plays with the idea that I would say he’s good-looking for his age. If I had to guess, he’s in his late forties or early fifties, and he is over six feet tall.
He reaches for the pliers that he placed next to the chair and struts over to me; he scans the floor, and I follow his eyes. That is when I see the chains and steel handcuffs about two feet apart from each other.
He lunges for one of my legs, and I desperately fight him with everything I have. I’m still feeling the aftereffects of the drug still running through my system, grogginess making my movementsslower. Martin manages to lock one of my ankles down, and I kick out with my remaining free leg.
The bottom of my foot makes contact with his chest, and he laughs boisterously, loving every second of this. He snatches at my other leg, reaching out and failing to grasp it a few times. Frustration envelops his face, and he looks at me with danger lurking behind his eyes. After some time, he secures my other leg in the locks. I am spread out before him. Defeat overtakes me, but the little act of defiance causes my lip to quirk up, making a promise to myself that I am going to make this anything but easy for him.
I grit my teeth. “Go ahead, do your worst.”
“Ah, ah, ah, Cassidy, not yet.” He wags his brow at me as he circles me, and a myriad of emotions seem to cross over his face.
Abruptly, he halts in front of me with a manic grin. He looks relieved, as if he has made up his mind about what he intends to do to me.
One of his hands locks onto my foot, and with skilled precision, he opens the pliers slightly and snatches my second toe, pushing it up.
“No, no, no!” I scream with my entire chest, terror overwhelming me at what he is about to do to me. My eyes widen at the sheer horror of it all.
Like the surgeon he is, he lines up the pliers on the base of my toe, waiting for my reaction. My mouth hangs open, but no words seem to form.
Swiftly, he cuts it from my foot in one motion.
I throw my head back, and a glass-shattering wail erupts from me as blood spurts out from where my toe was. My vision becomes hazy, and everything fades into blurry shapes.
Beaming at me, he reaches down and gathers some of the blood in his hand and lathers it all over his cock, jerking it a few times to smear the blood all over himself from base to tip.
He works his cock harder as he practically sprints behind me.
A sharp pain explodes from between my legs, and I scream out in all-consuming pain as he pushes himself past my entrance.
Even if I make it out of this alive, this man and this place will forever be etched into my skull.
“I’ve been looking forward to taking your pussy since I laid eyes on you at the auction,” he groans, loving the sounds of my suffering. “That’s why I had to come collect you early. I couldn’t get this image out of my head,” he says as he fucks me so roughly I know I’m tearing.
To him, I’m only a fuckable statue.
Tears fall from my face, and my screams have been rendered silent. I can barely breathe, desperate for this to be over with.
My inner walls are stretched to the limit as the foreign feeling of having this man brutally fuck me registers.
I try to escape mentally, but the pain in my foot is unbearable.
A loud scream escapes from my mouth, and it only spurs him on even more as he clutches my hips tighter and then pulls out as he releases his semen, the ropes of sticky liquid hitting the back of my body.
My core feels raw and battered. Appalled at what just happened, I stare down at the floor, focusing on my toe.
Humming to himself with satisfaction, he goes to a door I hadn’t noticed before and pulls out bandages and a suture kit.
Bending down, he hoists my foot on a stool as he pulls over another chair to sit on. His expression is unreadable as he begins suturing the hole where my toe used to be.
Flashes of blood obscure my view, each throb causing more discomfort.
My hands aren’t the only thing that is affected by numbness.
I don’t know any purpose for me here other than to satisfy his twisted desires.
Finishing up with my foot, he works on the cut on my nipple, cleaning it with saline and bandaging it.
