Page 51 of Until I Break

He keeps hitting me on and on. Every bite of the leather sends fire searching through my skin. I whimper and cry as he whips me, secretly praying that he stops soon. I have never begged him to stop punishing me, and I won’t now. This will be the last time he punishes me. I won’t let this get so far that he starts hitting me. I will run and be free.

After what feels like a lifetime, the belt clatters to the floor, and the bed dips as he moves behind me. He roughly grabs my hips and pulls me up to my knees before I hear the bottle of lube. He forces that massive dildo into my pussy and starts roughly fucking me with it. This is the part where he pretends to care while simultaneously degrading me. I love a good degradation, but it’s different with Trey. His words cut deep, and it hurts. What hurts worse is the way he forces me to come and talks like he was doing me a favor.

“I knew you wanted it. Did they not fuck you good enough? Huh? I’m the only one who can work this cunt. Say it. Tell me I own you,” he demands.

“You own me,” I groan as he slams in deep over and over. Inside of it is an egg, and when he turns it on, the vibrations force a moan out of me that makes my stomach churn.

Trey reaches around and grabs my belly and squeezes so hard that he is sure to have left bruises. “If only you weren’t such a fucking cow. Maybe you’d be prettier. You’re lucky this cunt doesn’t know the rest of you is hideous. How do you get so many men to fuck you? I know that’s how you make what you do at the restaurant.”

“No,” I moan. “I wouldn’t… Fuck!”

I scream in pain, and my body tenses when an electric fire shoots through my belly as he holds a stun gun in place. My jaw is clenched, and I groan until he finally lets up. He stops and pushes the dildo deeper before moving me to lie flat. Trey groans as he pushes into my ass, and my breath catches as mybody fights to accommodate his size. He unhooks my wrists and places his hands on the bed to either side of me. I move to my elbows and drop my face into my hands as he pounds into me.

“Tight. Fucking. Ass. All. Mine. Fuckyes. Take it. Fucking whore. Take my cock. Tell me you’re my whore,tell me,” Hegrowls.

“I’m your whore,” I whimper as he rails into me harder and harder. It doesn’t hurt, but that’s the problem. I don’t want this. I don’t want my body to react like this. I just want him to finish and get off me.

By the grace of whatever divine power is out there, he groans as he comes. Just when I think I’m out of the woods, he presses the stun gun against my hip, my body tightens and I groan through the waves of a painful orgasm as it tears through me. Trey bites down on my shoulder, and a scream rips from my throat when his teeth pierce my skin.

“You ever fucking talk to them again, I will fucking kill you,” Trey growls in my ear. “Go take a shower, you filthy fucking pig.”

I sniff back my tears as I get up from the bed and hurry to the bathroom. As soon as the water is as hot as it will go, I get in and let the scorching water burn me. I scrub every inch of my body as I silently cry, trying to get him off my skin. Only when I am bright red, do I move on to wash my hair. After about an hour, I step out and dry off before I tiptoe back into the room.

Thank fuck.

Trey is passed out snoring across the bed. He is still naked. Based on the white powder residue on not only his nose but also the nightstand, it looks like he’s going to be out for a while. Cocaine and booze hype him up for a while, but then he crashes hard. I must have missed it when he did a line before whipping me. He forced me a few times to do cocaine, but I fucking hate how much I love it. I didn’t realize until a few weeks ago that it’s the only thing that brings me peace, and that is scary. My family has a history of addiction, and I am determined to not fall into that. Even so, I stare at the nightstand, knowing his stash is hidden in there. I could find peace… But I promised Oscar I’d run. I can’t let him down. I can’t let him come up here. I am covered in welts and bruises. That will be bad enough.

I carefully walk around and gather items to shove into a bag before pulling on a sports bra, a loose but thin long-sleeved shirt, and black leggings. My body is buzzing, and my mind is running wild as I get what I need. I take one last look at Trey before walking out of the room and head toward the front door.

I stop for a moment when I see my phone. I’ve contemplated doing this for a while but could never manage to sneak a picture. I get my phone out of my bag by the door and log into Facebook. I never stayed logged into apps because I knew he could hack into them if I did. I go to the “Are we dating the same guy” page for Miami before walking back into the bedroom. I snap a photo of Trey sleeping and attach it to the post before typing out my message. I could do this anonymously, but I don’t care if he knows that I am searching. I’ll be safe with Gunner, Collin, and Oscar. Once the post is made, I log out and delete my browser history before going to the settings and factory resettingmy phone. I toss it on the couch before picking up all of my belongings and carefully opening the front door.

The second I am out, I run. I rush down the stairs to the ground floor before bursting through the exit and out into the parking lot. From there, I take a second to catch my breath before running across the street. Lights come on as a truck pulls out of a dark corner of the lot, and I relax.

As soon as I get in, I look over at the apartment building to see Trey in basketball shorts standing in the parking lot watching me.

“Fuck,” I say.

“You’re okay,” Oscar says as he pulls out of the lot. I am panting, and I don’t know if I am laughing or crying at this point. I am fully panicking, and I can’t stop. I can’t calm down.

“Hey. Relax. Breathe,” Gunner says as he leans forward and gently squeezes my shoulder. It instantly snaps me back into reality when I cry out in pain and pull away.

“Woah. Are you fucking bleeding, Cassidy,” Gunner asks, showing me the blood on his hand.

Oh, right. The fucker bit me.

“I…” I start to say but freeze up. He doesn’t ask again; he simply grabs me and pulls me into the back. “Gunner! What the fuck?!”

Collin pulls my shirt off and leans me forward, but it’s the audible gasp from them that says it all. Maybe it’s worse than I thought. “I am going to kill that stupid son of a bitch,” Collin barks, making me jump.

“Relax. You’re scaring her,” Gunner says softly. “Pebbles, why are you bleeding? Did he bite you?”

“Yeah,” I sniff and sit up. My back feels better without a shirt on, and I relax a bit more. The adrenaline is seeping out of my body, and the emotions are taking over. “He…”

“You don’t have to explain right now,” Gunner says, wrapping me in a hug. “Let’s get you home and bandaged up.”

Twenty Two

Eliza

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