Page 46 of Crawl
What is Cash capable of?
I blink at him, trying to reconcile everything Jenna told me about Mr. Winstone, matching that up to Cash.
He wants me to call him Cash, but insisted that Dean and Jenna call him Mr. Winstone.
He spanked, slapped, and hit Jenna for tiny mistakes. But me? He gave me a choice: jail, or him.
Then he made me beg for it.
He made melikeit.
He smacks my bare thighs and I yelp, the pain zapping through me.
“There you are,” he says, growling in my ear. “Don’t you dare leave me like that again. Your brain goes somewhere else, and I swear that if pain keeps you chained to me, then that’s what you’ll get.” My body tingles with anxiety and lust and I unconsciously bring myself closer to him, his cock twitching against my back. “I own you, Remedy. From the day I first saw you until your very last breath. You. Are. Mine.”
My insides twist as he massages my pussy and breasts with a hard grip like he’s wringing the life out of me, the pressure building inside of me like a pot of water boiling over the edge. He shoves my panties to the side while he milks every sensation from me until I can barely stand on my feet.
“Cash,” I whisper.
A hard, waxy substance tickles my ear and I flinch out of the way, but Cash squeezes my throat, holding me still as he stuffs it into my ear. All noise vanishes from that side.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice louder in my head, now that I only have one ear.
“Taking away your ability to hear and see,” he says.
What the hell is going on? I’m not okay with this. My lips tremble.
“But I thought you just wanted me to crawl?”
“And you will.” An evil grin spreads across his lips. His eyes flick down to my breasts, streaked red from his powerful hands, then his eyes slide back up to me. “Did you think you’d get off that easily, little cure?”
He fills my other ear with wax and suddenly, everything is muffled, like I’m buried underground. The ocean violently crashes against the rocks, but I can’t hear a single thing. Without any sound, my heart races and anxiety devours me. I’m supposed to love and trust my family. I’m supposed to marry someone like Dean. I’m supposed to hate Cash. I’m not supposed to let him take away my hearing and vision. Ineedmy senses. I need to lock every door, to shut everything out. To always know what’s going on. That is how you stay safe.
And for some reason, I keep letting Cash inside of me.
My heart vibrates in my chest, each beat increasing in speed, and my breath comes out in staggered pants, intensely loud in my ears now that everything is muted. Cash’s words melt into deep tones, cascading through me. He motions for me to lift my hands, then he takes the sides of my dress until it’s off of me. The dress falls to the asphalt, then the lace choker, and my bra.
He hooks his thumbs in my panties, pulling them down until he’s on his knees. His tongue swirls around my clit, making my insides burn with desire, and every so often, he gnaws at my tender skin, reminding me of the pain he can give me. Fire burns in his eyes, daring me to stop him. To pretend like I don’t want this. But I didn’t let him drink the poison, and I know now, with each swirl of his tongue, that I’ll never be able to kill him like this. My knees buckle under the pressure and he grabs me, holding me up. His lips peel back, revealing his teeth, but it’s not a smile. It’s a show of dominance that he has complete control over me.
Once I’m steady, he stands and removes a blindfold from his pocket, twisting it over my head and onto my eyes. Everything goes dark. He grabs me—his hands hot and heavy, like an iron resting in the fire—and pushes me down to my knees. I fall on my palms, the loose chunks of rock biting my skin. The pebbles pry into my flesh and I hiss at the pain. His words vibrate through me, low and melodic, like music playing in the back of a bar.
A necklace circles my neck, almost like the choke chain, but this time, instead of metal, it’s coarse, like rope. He pulls it like a leash and it cinches around my neck. I crawl, following him around the empty lot. Each time I move my knees, they ache like knives are hacking little divots into my skin. It stings like hell. There’s a noose around my neck and my knees spike with pain, and I’m so sure that my knees are bleeding. No matter how slow or fast he goes, I’m bleeding for him but I can’t feel him; I can only feel his rope. I’m so alone like this. Crawling. Not knowing where he is. Why isn’t he touching me?
Why am I letting him do this to me?
He’s capable of destroying my life.
The noose cinches around my neck, cutting off my air, and the pressure builds in my face, the skin stretched and puffy. But Cash pulls the noose, loosening the rope, then props me up on a cold, metal surface. I touch the edges, trying to figure out what it is; it’s a folding chair. Liquid races down my knees to my calves and I know I’m right; my knees are bleeding. Does he want me to bleed?
He secures the rope to something—is it his car?—then he spreads my legs, forcing them apart. A few seconds later, he brings my hips forward, his hands swallowing my thighs, lifting me up just enough so that I straddle him, and he lowers me down, straight onto his cock. I gulp, holding back a scream. His hips gyrate, his cock circling inside of me, stretching me out. He removes one of the earplugs.
“Be as loud as you want,” he says. “No one can hear you scream. Show me what a fucking animal you are. Show me that you’re my depraved little fuck doll. That you’re nothing but a hot little cunt for me to use. And fuck, Remedy, I’m going to use you until there’s nothing left to fuck.” His nails dig into my hips as he pushes the chair backward, the noose tightening around my neck.
“What are you doing?” I scream.
“Are you willing to die to fuck me?” he asks. I whimper, not sure what he’s talking about, but the rope slinks tighter around my neck, and I keep shifting my hips forward, trying to impale myself with his cock. “Damn it, Remedy. Do you feel how hard my dick is for you? It’s so thick it hurts and I still can’t get enough of you.” He growls, though his grin is clear in that primal hunger. “When you’re like this, you can’t do anything. You can’t see or hear. And if you make a sound, no one will hear you. You’re nothing but my little fuck doll.”
He smashes the earplug in again and he fucks me harder, my body bouncing up and down on his cock, every piece of flesh jiggling like he can’t screw me hard enough, and I’m not a person anymore; I’m an object. A toy. A doll. His little piece of ass. And I hate it so much but I want it all. His cock rips me apart, thrust by thrust, and tears roll down my cheeks, mixing with sweat, and all I hear is my own rapid heartbeat, his words repeating in my mind:You can’t do anything. No one can hear you scream. You’re nothing but my little fuck doll.
