Page 3 of Dark Knight
"What is it?" I tried to ask around his hand as my anxiety climbed higher than I ever thought possible. I was more worried about the pill he just forced me to take than the idea of giving him head. I didn't want to, but at least with something like that, I knew what to expect.
"Just a little X to help get you in the mood. Or I guess you kids call it Molly these days. Is that it?" He shrugged. "Whatever you want to call it, it'll make your body nice and responsive for your buyer. He's so excited to try you out."
My eyes went round. I could feel the shock showing on my face as the room seemed to spin slightly.
He looked down at me with a cold-blooded smile on his face that showed too many teeth. "Didn't I tell you? You're already sold. You were supposed to go to auction, but your buyer took one look at that pretty little picture I took of you and he decided to pay top dollar. Thank you for that. You've ensured my retirement, and once I get Lyric back, my legacy will be ensured as well." It didn't take him long to fish around in his pants and pull his cock out since it was already hard. "If you were Lyric, I'd have your sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock, but you're not my girl. I haven't fucked in a long time, though, so the least you're going to do is lend me that pretty little mouth for a while."
He pried my jaw open even further, pushing against my top teeth with one finger while he pulled against my bottom jaw with his others. Once my mouth was wide enough, he shoved his cock in. The sweaty, salty, old-sock taste and smell of him filled my senses. I wanted to screw my eyes shut and just pretend like it wasn't happening, but that was close to impossible. It didn't help that the bitter taste of the pill was still on my tongue either. The combination made me gag.
I retched around his dick, but that only brought a smile to his face as he pushed further in, hitting the back of my throat. My stomach heaved, bringing tears to my eyes. If he wasn't careful, he would make me vomit and throw up that little pill he just forced me to swallow.
I felt like I should be doing more…Clawing at him, screaming, punching him in the junk, something. All I was capable of doing in that moment was just taking it. As though he sensed the directions of my thoughts, he squeezed my mouth.
"Don't you dare vomit. That pill cost me more than I wanted to spend on you."
The urge to scream at him was almost overwhelming. I wanted to yell and fight, remind him that I was getting him more than a pretty penny in return. After all, my entire life was being sold and it only cost him one dose of Molly. Not that it made a difference to him either way.
My body was frozen in place, fear keeping me as stiff as a board while Sampson used me like the tool he thought I was. I buried my emotions, like I always did with my parents before I ran away from home. Growing up I had to bury every single emotion I had, so it was a skill I was practiced at. I didn't know how long we went on like that. His fingers held me in place as he thrust into my mouth. For a while it seemed like he was torn between both trying to and not trying to make me vomit.
When his body went stiff, I knew what was coming next. A sour, bitter explosion in my mouth was the last thing I wanted to wash this pill down with, but it was all I had. Before I was even done coughing and spluttering from the foul taste of his jizz in my mouth, he was already tucked back away in his pants and out of my reach. There was no chance I could take advantage of his refractory period and lift the keys to my handcuffs off of him or anything like that.
"I'll be back soon with your buyer. You throw that pill up if you want, but giving you that pill was a kindness that I did because you've been such a good girl for me, Blondie. You haven't fought back once, and I appreciate it. I wish, if things were different, that you could teach my Lyric a thing or two. Such as they are, I’ll have to go through everything with her again. Start her training from the beginning. I'm not going to lie, I'm looking forward to hearing her scream for me again." I did want to vomit, but I didn't want to taste his seed again, so I refused to give in.
I was able to glance around the room finally, my view no longer limited to Sampson's dick. It was set up in much the same way as the room I was kept in until this point. There was a small cot in a corner, and my hands and feet chained to said cot. Surprisingly, next to the cot was a night stand with a lamp and a bottle of water.
After pushing to my feet I made my way, somewhat unsteadily, to the nightstand and the water that sat there. Was it a trap?
Still, the temptation was too great and I was too thirsty, so desperate to try to clean my mouth, so I cracked it open and took a few gulps, stopping before I made myself sick. I reached for the lamp, figuring I could use it as a weapon if need be, but the damn thing was attached to the table, which was bolted into the floor. There was nothing removable except the bottle of water.
Across the room there was a shower, sink, and toilet, all out in the open for anyone to watch, which made me uncomfortable. Beyond that was the door that led to the outside, though what exactly was out there, I had no idea. Sampson had disappeared through it, but it was dark out there, and I hadn't been able to see anything other than the wall on the other side of the hallway.
I couldn't help but replay the day we met. There had been a knock on the door to the room I shared with Lyric. When I answered it, the last thing I expected was to see a grown man standing on the other side. He smiled kindly down at me and asked if Lyric was in. I told him no and he asked if he could come in and wait for her, to which I had agreed.
He introduced himself as Sampson, explaining that he was one of her guardians. He seemed to stumble over the word guardian, as though it wasn’t how he would normally describe himself, but it was the closest term he could use to get me to understand. I couldn't quite remember what Lyric had told me about her family. I knew it wasn't good, but although he looked intimidating, he seemed kind.
At the time, he was dressed in a sweater and some nice khaki pants. He looked just like any other dad that I'd seem around campus, even down to the brand of sneakers that adorned his feet. I stepped to the side and opened the door wide for him. I wasn't the type of girl who was used to saying no, especially to older men, because that was exactly who my parents raised me to be.
I may have fought against the notions of the cult the entire time I was part of it, but agreeing to an older man's demands was a behavior I slipped into all too easily without intending to do so. As soon as the door closed behind him, his demeanor changed. He told me things that there was no way he could have known about conversations I'd had with Lyric and made it clear that my roommate was his and he wanted to take back his property. As he spoke, he calmly explained to me that she was going to be his wife and the mother of his children one day, which sounded entirely too similar to the life I'd run away from.
Finally, he'd told me that I could either go with him without any struggle or hassle, or I could struggle and he would just wind up hurting me and Lyric. He said that he would leave my battered, bloody, and broken body for Lyric to find, and then he would do the same thing and worse to her.
I couldn't stomach the idea of Lyric being used and abused by the man, so I'd agreed to go. At the time, I thought that I would have an opportunity to escape. The thought was naive of me, but I felt like it was something I could do again since I had already managed it with the cult. How wrong I'd been.
Now, my chance to escape was rapidly disappearing, and to top it off, I'd been drugged and used. I sat on the edge of the cot with despair filling me as I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to manage to escape this time.
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Evie
I stared at the door that Sampson just walked out of, willing him to come back and give me a way to steal the key to these cuffs from him. When I was sure that he was really gone and not coming back, I started examining the cuff around my wrist, pulling at it and trying to twist it. I did anything that I thought might help me escape the cuffs.
The longer I sat there, the heavier the cuffs felt around my wrist and ankle, as though somehow the metal was gaining mass and weighing me down. I ran my finger over the smooth side of the metal before pressing my nail into the cross of the phillips-head screw, hoping that I could somehow work it loose. My nail just bent instead.
The lights seemed to be getting brighter, but I knew it was just because my anxiety was steadily climbing and that it wasn't actually happening. It still freaked me out, though.
What kind of person buys somebody at an auction?
It wasn't just the brightness that was starting to bother me, but the hum of the electricity as well. Everything was so quiet that it sounded like a mosquito buzzing in my ear, except at a lower pitch.
