Page 58 of Perilous

ANNIKA

I’m tiedup and tied to my own bed. My hands behind my back, the knot made from my panties and thongs tied really tight. My fingertips are numb and my hands and wrists tingle. My feet are tied together using my jeans. And there’s a knot through that tied to a couple pair of yoga pants, which are tied to the metal frame of the bed.

I can pull my legs and twist a little, but there’s no escape. At the same time…

Do I want to escape?

For what?

To untie myself and rush out of my apartment… to do what?

Call Molly? Call my father?

Have someone walk up to me, then slit my throat, shoot me or kidnap me…?

Peri has mind fucked me into accepting his ruthless kidnapping and everything that comes with it. To be fair, at least I’m freshly showered. And I’ve come. His fingers work magic between my legs like I’ve never had before. And everything I do right now associates back to Peri and his evil fingers, tongue, and cock.

I’ve tried to sleep but I can’t. I’m worried I’m addicted to whatever Peri has been injecting into me. Or maybe I’m just addicted to Peri himself. The only real choice I have right now is to wait.

I have no idea where Peri has gone or why. He moved in a hurry. Scrambling to find something to tie me up with. Threatening me with a knife…

My eyes move to the nightstand where the knife sits. I’m not sure if he put it that close to me on purpose or not. I groan, my mouth full of the panties I had been wearing for the last few days. Tasting my own flavor. A mix of everything.

It’s absolutely disgusting. And it’s absolutely humiliating.

The thing is, I have to keep calm. I can’t panic. When I do, it makes my breathing grow erratic and when I can’t take a breath through my mouth, it makes me panic even more.

Maybe this was the plan all along. Tie me up and leave me here to panic, starve, and slowly die. What a fucking ruthless, horrible bastard. And after I met with Molly and told her to lie, she won’t bother to check up on me. But that doesn’t mean—

A door opens and shuts. My heart jumps into my throat. My heart rips into two pieces. Half doesn’t want it to be Peri coming back. Let it be Molly. Or my father. Or someone who can help. The other half of my heart does want it to be Peri.

No matter what, I’m going to be disappointed… But at least with Peri himself, I’ll be turned on.

The bedroom door slowly opens and in stumbles a shirtless figure. It takes me a second to realize it’s Peri because of the condition he’s in. His face is swollen and covered in blood. His eyes are confused, dazed. He’s not all here. Not at all. There’s blood all over his body too. Marks and bruises and cuts and…

Peri steps to the bed and looks at me. He makes a coughing noise and blood sprays from his mouth.

Then he collapses, face down onto the bed.

* * *

He’s not dead.

I can see him breathing. His back is covered in little red dots. The red being dried blood. Like he’s been poked with something over and over. His sides are in colors that look ugly mixed together. Kind of like when a little kid dumps a bunch of paints onto a paper plate and just smears them around for fun.

Something really bad happened to Peri.

Duh.

I can’t even speak his name.

I wrestle with my jaw once again, trying to get my own dirty panties out of my mouth but I can’t make it work. I thrust my tongue forward into the panties and wiggle. That just pulls a part of my panties deeper into my mouth which starts to threaten to active my gag reflex.

No! Fuck. No.

I thrash my head to side to side and try to scream. It’s loud yet muffled. The chunk of panties near the back of my tongue moves forward. I thrust my tongue forward and scream again. The panties move some more and after a few more times, I’m able to spit my own panties from my mouth.

I gasp for a deep breath of air through my mouth. My jaw quivers with freedom and a dull ache. My eyes well up with tears.

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