Page 66 of Frat Row
Marching in with a wicked look on his face, eyes filled with malice, he grips my chin tightly, igniting all my senses. “Today is going to be more fun than yesterday.” He releases my chin, slapping my cheek a few times.
My heart flutters for the inevitable, more torture and assault on my body.
“We can skip the theatrics today and advance to the main part of the show,” he states with brutal honesty as his face warps into perverse pleasure.
“If you have a wife or any type of family, I wish they knew what kind of monster you are,” I spit, having no idea where that came from, but it is too late now because it’s out there.
His eyes brighten, and he bursts into a fit of laughter, doubling over as he moves over to the table of tools.
“Oh, my dear girl, with the right amount of money and resources, you can hide just about anything, including a double life. Hiding this part of me comes easily. Blending in with society is a bit harder, but I have had plenty of practice.”
His hands roam over a silver pair of sharp scissors that are longer than the typical kind you buy at the store.
Walking over to me with his hands behind his back, holding on to the scissors, he leans over at a ninety-degree angle and licks my pussy, taking his time.
Muffling my groans at the pleasant feeling, he leisurely removes his head from between my thighs, coating it with wetness.
Martin hums his approval at the taste of me, leering at my body as my head lolls backward.
“Shall we begin?” he asks as if I have a choice in the matter.
His hand drifts softly across my neck. My eyes tighten as I brace for the pain that is about to start.
He is scarily at ease as he holds the scissors in front of my face.
Methodically, he brushes my hair out of my face and behind my shoulder, taking his fingers and maneuvering the loose strands behind my ear.
Unsure of what is going to happen next, sweat beads on my forehead and under my arms, signaling that vomit is approaching as my nerves unsettle me.
With clinical precision, I hear the scissors open, and lacking any hesitation as any doctor does, he severs the top of my ear with one swift clip.
Feeling unbelievable agony at my cartilage being removed from my body, I scream in crippling pain as blood falls freely down the side of my face, dripping onto the floor.
My body flails, begging for my wrists to be released so I can scurry away from this cruelty.
At some point, he moved behind me and is now prodding my other entrance.
I register the uncomfortable feeling as he thrusts into my tight ring of muscle without any preparation.
My stomach coils as he latches onto my wounded ear harshly. A loud cry tears through me from the intrusion.
Leaning into the pain, I become completely immobile; I am a prisoner to this man. He moves his body side to side so his cock can hit different angles in my ass, pushing himself deeper and deeper into me.
He’s still gripping my severed ear, and his breathing becomes increasingly excited by the torment he inflicted on my body.
I hear him groan, and I can feel his cock getting larger and larger inside of me until he releases spurts of hot liquid.
After a few more thrusts as he comes, he leans in, nipping the top of my shoulder before he whispers, “Your catatonic position only arouses me more.”
“Keep it up,” he taunts, smacking my backside hard enough that a huge pop-like sound erupts through the room.
I feel utterly powerless, sorrow overwhelming me at the depravity of the hell I’m in.
With blazing soreness lingering in my most intimate areas, I lower my head, submitting to the wickedness of my existence.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Startling awake, I find myself in a new room. From what I can see, it appears to be a bedroom. Chains rattle as I try to stand up. I look down, noticing that I am chained to the bed. I also take in the fact that I am naked again, with my arms and legs secured tightly. It feels like I was heavily drugged. As I strain to open my mouth, I become fully aware that something is in it, and my jaw is aching from the stretch. There’s a ball gag strapped around my head.
