Page 68 of Promise to Break

"What for?" What for? Maricela, really? You don't want to be punished. You didn't do anything wrong. But the slickness between my legs aches to feel his brand of punishment.

"For considering yourself lesser than you really are. We're going to have to work on that. But for now, I'm going to punish you by not letting you come. Can you handle that?" The question is asked near the place he plans to abuse to the point of madness. It can't be as bad as making me come to the point of pain. The near memory of me convulsing under him makes me want to do it again.

"Yell as much as you want," he says. "No one will come here. Come on, Little Girl, show me the real you."

I do, fuck, I do. Screaming on top of the roof of a private hospital that I could never afford to seek help from on my own. I scream when he pushes inside me. I scream even more when he stops.

Smack! "Ow!" I cry out as his hand goes down on my ass. Hard. The sound resonating with the wind is the only witness to our depravity.

"Are you a good person?"

"What?" I'm a confused person. That's what I am.

"I asked you a question. Answer me?"

"I already gave you one."

Smack! This time, his palm lands on the upper part of my thigh, and it hurts. I want more. I need more.

"Answer me," he says, his words vibrating against my skin and into my ass. He bites the spot he smacked the first time. It burns. "I asked you something. Answer me, Little Girl. Are you a good person?"

"I don't know."

Smack! The yell that comes out of me is animalistic. "Fuck, that hurts," I accuse, letting a tear fall from the wind or the pain. I'm not sure, and truly, I don't care at this point. I'm just full of want and need. I want him.

"Are you a good person?" His fingers enter me with brutality. It hurts in the best way. The tears flow freely now.

"I don't know!"

In and out, in and out. Fuck. "It's too much… Too much…" In and out, in and out. I want to… I need to come. Another smack! His fingers play me. Smack. Smack.

My eyes roll back. The cold doesn't register anymore. The sound of the wind is the only thing that indicates brutal cold surrounds us. That what's happening is real. All I feel is the fullness between my legs, the knot in my belly, and the need to come from the pain, because of the pain, with the pain.

"I can stop, so answer me."

I shake my head. "Don't… Don't stop. Please, Killer… Please…" I manage to beg.

Another smack! It's like the relief I never knew I needed. Our first time wasn't easy on me as well, but this is… I don't know what it is.

"You like the pain on your ass and legs. Don't you, Little Girl?"

Unable to speak, I nod. The fatigue comes and goes. But it isn't over. I know it isn't.

"Why are you so stubborn, so damn beautiful? I'll have to ruin anyone who comes near you, won't I?"

I can't think about my predicament with this man. He has me, by the threads of passion, in need. All I hear are the words resonating in my head. More. More. Please more.

"Such a good girl. Tell me you're a good person."

I don't, I can't. A good person doesn't kill their mother at birth. A good person isn't one to wait and watch as her father makes her sister pay for her sins. A good person doesn't take what isn't hers.

"Persistent little thing." The smack that comes this time lands on my pussy.

"Oh my God, Killer!" The scream that leaves me causes the man under me to growl. I dare to look down at him, really look at him, and his usually void-filled eyes are full of life. I've never seen him like this. The monster is here with us. Lurking. Waiting. For what, I don't know, and I don't fucking care.

"Killer, ple—" The answering smack is on my ass this time. I whimper. The pain is sweet, too sweet.

"You can handle it, can't you? For me?" It looks as if he takes pride in my pain, in me begging him. I want him to be proud of me. I need his approval. What are you doing to me?

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