Page 54 of Red Rabbit
“Oh god, you feel good when you’re getting shocked. You’re all tensed up and clinging to my dick.”
He fucked me hard from behind and shocked me a few more times until I was a mess underneath him. He pulled out and came on my back. He slapped me on the ass as I lay across the desk, shaking and defeated.
“Yeah—not giving you up anytime soon. You are going to make me a lot of money.” He signaled to someone and I was lifted up between two guards. “There will be another auction next week.” He said before I was dragged from the room.
I couldn’t move, the intense pain of being shocked was gone but my body felt sore, like I’d just done a very intense workout. I collapsed in my cell and dragged myself to a corner where I huddled and closed my eyes. I willed my mind to go anywhere but here but when I fell asleep even my dreams weren’t safe and nightmares were all that waited in the dark.
Another week came and went. Vandal still came every day and Cooper summoned me to his office a few more times, each time I was shocked again and again while he fucked me. It was excruciating and miserable. I would be sore for hours, sometimes days afterwards. My mind was slowly retreating inon itself and I found it hard to think clearly. Not that I tried. I preferred the numb state of escape. I’d been in this place for three weeks and my hope for rescue was long gone. I lost hope in Kraven. If Cooper hadn’t accepted his offer, I highly doubted I was worth the trouble to steal. The only thing left was to hope that somehow I could find a way to escape on my own. As soon as I realized I was my only hope, I started to pull myself away from the numb haze of dissociation. It was time to orchestrate my own rescue. I was a survivor—I already proved that to myself countless times since the plane crash—and as auction day loomed on the horizon, I told myself I would not die in here.
“Do I hear three million? Three million?”
Cooper was calling out for my bid. It was higher than last time.
I stood there, looking down at my feet, trying not to let the lights give me a headache. I prayed it would be someone like Kraven again but something told me I would not be getting lucky this time. I felt sick at the thought.
Cooper dragged me to him and did the same show as last time, his fingers going inside me to get the bids higher. I let him do it without much of a fight which seemed to irritate him. The bid slowed at five million and finally just under six where it stopped.
Sal grabbed me by the arm and together with Tank, they pulled me down a hallway I wasn’t familiar with. There was a smirk on his face. When we finally arrived at a red door, I knew why and my stomach dropped. I knew where we were. When the door opened, I froze, my fears confirmed. I couldn’t walk through the door. It was a BDSM room with everything someone could think of that they would need.
It was the Red Room or what everyone liked to call it—the punishment room. Looking around I marveled how it was onething to do all of this to someone with consent; it was another to force someone and to not have the proper conversations, safe words, aftercare—all the things that made this kind of play sexy, safe and fun.
Sal dragged me through the door and headed towards one of the walls where there were handcuffs drilled at various heights.
“No,” I said. I tried to pull away from Sal but he yanked me closer. When I collided with him, I lashed out and elbowed him in the jaw. He let go of me with a curse and I ran towards the door. Tank grabbed me and I turned and kneed him between the legs. He went down and I was just about to touch the door when someone crashed into me from behind and we both fell to the floor. I shrieked and thrashed in an effort to dislodge him but he was straddling me. He grabbed both of my hands and savagely pulled them above my head, slamming my wrists into the ground. Sal was livid as he panted from the small scuffle but he smiled cruelly down at me.
“It’s no use fighting, baby,” he said. “I wish I could teach you a lesson myself but I think your handler will take care of that for me.” Tank came over and together they hauled me to my feet. I continued to struggle but I was now held between them and they easily threw me against the wall and each secured an arm in a cuff above my head. I kicked out at them with my feet but they pulled my legs apart as far as they could and soon my ankles were secured as well.
Sal stood up, breathing heavily. He ran a hand through his hair and looked me up and down, a sadistic smile twisting his mouth. He grabbed my chin hard in his hand.
“I can’t wait to see your pretty skin all marked up,” he said. He patted my cheek twice hard enough to make me wince before he and Tank turned towards the door.
“See ya later, sweetheart!” Sal shouted before the door shut behind them. I fumed when they left but part of me was also terrified of who would walk through that door.
I waited and waited more.
The longer I waited, the more my anxiety grew. I’m sure that was their point in order to heighten the anticipation and fear and I was ashamed to admit they succeeded.
When the door opened, I was having trouble keeping my panic at bay. A tall, dark haired man in a suit stepped into the room. His features were just wrong enough to not be attractive but it was his eyes that made me feel sick. There was nothing there but evil. They were so dark they were almost black and his face was a blank, impassive mask.
He walked over and stood in front of me as he sized up his purchase. He radiated contempt and entitlement and looked at me like I was beneath him. He didn’t speak but took off his jacket and placed it carefully over a nearby chair.
“My name is Paxton, but you will refer to me as Sir or Master for the duration of the time we’re together. If at any time you call me something else or fail to address me properly, you will get punished. Is that understood?” His voice was calm, deep and direct but with an edge as sharp and deadly as a blade.
I nodded but his eyes narrowed.
“Yes, yes sir,” I said.
Having to address someone like that when I was restrained ground on my nerves. I saw him go over to a table and look over the toys available to him. He picked up a flogger and twirled it casually in his hand. He walked back over and snapped it out, slapping me across the stomach. The sting burned across my skin. When I didn’t react, he did it harder and I grimaced, a small gasp escaping me.
“You will be quicker to respond,” he said, still deathly calm.
Before I realized I needed to say sir, he hit me again, this time across my breasts. I hissed in pain and jerked against the handcuffs, glaring at him angrily. He hit me hard several more times until I was yelping and trying to avoid the lashes.
“Yes sir!” I cried.
He did it once more so hard I heard the crack harsh in my ears. Tears sprang to my eyes and I flinched at the flash of pain, my chest heaving as I tried to breathe. His eyes traced the red marks on my skin hungrily. I glowered at him as he approached and stopped in front of me.
“So much fire—” he breathed. “I’ll look forward to snuffing it out.” He ran a hand down my body to caress the welts he’d created in admiration. “Your skin marks up so well.”
