Page 13 of Lunatic
I do as he says, but give one more feeble attempt to try and stop him, before he does whatever he’s planning to do to me.
“Please don’t do this. Whatever you’re planning, you can stop it. Lock me in my room and leave me to die. I’d prefer it.”
Walking over to the chair, he chuckles, “Poor Lunatic. I promise death will come soon.”
What the hell, Bianca? Why are you poking the bear? I will survive. Remember?
He straps my wrists on the arms of the oak chair, before motioning for me to lift my ass up. I do, and he restrains my legs to the chair with the same black material that’s holding my hands.
Moving to the side, he positions the dildo with one hand while he grabs my shoulder with his free one and pushes my body down onto it, causing me to yelp from the intrusion. He smiles sadistically, as he hits a switch on the side of the chair I didn’t know existed, and the dildo moves in and out of my pussy with a frantic, punishing speed. I’m restrained once again, so there’s nothing I can do but take every painful thrust, as it hits my cervix, and makes me scream. If forced orgasm is the goal, he fails miserably. There’s no pleasure, no chance of a climax. It’s pure anguish. Blood splashes on the chair below me, as the device tears through me with burning hot pain. I scream and cry for it to stop, but am only met with a grin. This sadistic asshole enjoys every minute, as I feel like my vagina is being torn to shreds.
The moment I think it’s as bad as it gets, he proves me wrong. Coming closer to me, he undoes his pants and frees hiscock, before grabbing my head and slamming into my mouth, causing me to vomit all over him. Reaching for my hair, he pulls hard, yanks my head back, and punches me in my already sore cheekbone.
“Fucking bitch,” he grits out through a clenched jaw.
I know what’s next, when he reaches into his pocket and grabs a syringe.
“No! Please no!”
If I’m drugged, I won’t even know what he’s doing to me. The panic nearly seizes me, as I beg for him to not take away my ability to remember, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he pushes the needle into my flesh, and everything fades to black.
Iwalk into the main hall, grab my pudding and smile as I spot her immediately.
“Be gone, crazy Heather.”
She jumps up out of her seat, hands on her hips, and scowls at me.
“You don’t have to be such a dick, Raven.”
I chuckle as I take her vacated seat.
Bianca’s head snaps up, her eyes widening the way I knew they would, although I thought it would take more than beingin her space. I’m just sitting here, not attempting to appear threatening, and like a baby mouse, her expression says she wants to run from me. I once again wanted to talk to her about her asshole psychiatrist, and see if she has any information I might find useful, but when her fingers begin to tremble, along with her bottom lip, all that goes out the window. I’ve been told I have issues with impulse control. Right now, I have to agree with every doctor that has said that very thing. I wanted to know anything she could tell me about Alexsander, but as my dick twitches in my pants, I know that will have to wait.
She glances at Heather, like she might be able to telepathically connect with her. That woman is crazy, but she knows better than to come back over here when I told her to go away.
Leaning forward, I say, “You look like a little mouse ready to run. Have you ever seen the way they run from a threat straight into a trap?”
Her breathing gets heavy as she chews on her bottom lip, clearly deciding how she wants to handle this situation. Bianca is beautiful, but it’s her fear that makes me unable to control my desires. Fear is the number one thing that gets me off, and I can feel her anxiety, and it’s fucking intoxicating.
Rising from her chair, she walks fast toward the door before she breaks into a run. I chuckle to myself at the decision she has made. I approach Mike, the guard in the main hall.
“Shut the elevator down. Every door to the stairwell on every floor stays open.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but eventually nods his agreement, because he knows defying me only ends in one way. Pain, torture, and death.
Like I suspected, she goes straight to the stairwell, and moves through the door quickly. When she hears me whistling behindher, she squeaks, as she runs faster, and just catches herself before falling down the stairs.
“Careful, little mouse, you’re going to get hurt.”
Bianca doesn’t stop running for her life, but screams out at me.
“Stop calling me that. I’m not a mouse!”
She makes it to the fourth floor and I keep following her, but at a distance, so she’ll think she might actually have a chance of escaping me.
“Little Lunatic? Is that better? I think it’s more fitting. We’ll go with that.”
We keep going down the stairwell, until she reaches a heavy door and stops, staring at the word ‘Basement’. Turning to me, unshed tears spring to her eyes.
