Page 46 of Make Her Bleed
"I was being nice when I let you give your consent before. That's a privilege you have to earn," he warns in my ear.
"Kai, please don't do this," I beg right before he forces my legs apart. I try to kick him but that just earns me an excruciatingly painful slap across my ass. I let out a loud scream as I cry. "Kai, stop, please!"
"Shut the fuck up," he growls. "You wanted to be a little slut for Knox, and now you get to pay the price. I'd say this won't hurt a bit but it's going to hurt … really … fucking … bad."
He thrusts hard inside me, and pain surges through every inch of my body, a wail of agony screaming past my lips.
It would've hurt bad enough if it was my pussy but that wasn't his intended destination. He roughly took my ass without lubrication. He might as well have raped me using a sandpaper condom. It would've hurt a lot less.
My tears spill down my face as the pain gets to be so much, I lose consciousness multiple times, and I think each time only lasts a few seconds but I’m not sure.
After what has to be over ten minutes of unbearable torture, he stops and pulls out, leaving me sobbing against the sheets. I turn my head to the side and watch as Kai walks within my line of sight, holding a white pipe, coated in blood.
It’s the same pipe I threatened him with when I woke up after the crash.
Kai didn't just rape me. He fucking sodomized me.
He uses a dirty rag and wipes the blood from the pipe before tossing it on the bed in front of me.
I can't move. My body hurts too bad and the pain still tears through me.
"Get up," he demands as he starts wiping the blood from his hands.
"Fuck … you," I rasp as my body convulses.
There's nothing he can do to me that's worse than that, right? At least, I don't think there is.
"That's strike one. Do you want to go through that again? Get the fuck up," he breathes the words with malicious intent.
I don't have a choice. I can't go through that again.
I won't survive.
I push my hands down on the bed to try to push myself up but once my feet are flat on the ground, the pain pierces through me again, paralyzing me. It shoots up my spine and down my legs.
"I said get up," he commands again.
"I can't," I cry.
There's a momentary flash of emotion in his eyes but he masks it with anger as he pulls me from the bed, one hand in my hair and the other on my arm. The pain jolts again until he pushes me against the bathroom door.
"Take off the fucking shirt," he demands as I cling to the doorframe, trying like hell to stay on my feet. The doorknob supports my weight as I watch the vein in his forehead tick. "Don't make me ask you again."
He didn't ask the first time.
Using only one hand, I yank the shirt over my head, and it drops to my wrist aiding me against the door.
Kai tosses a new shirt at me, one that looks more like a nightgown. With my breathing ragged, I force the shirt down my body before collapsing to the ground in pain.
"One day … it might not be today … maybe not even tomorrow … but someday … you'll burn in hell. I can't wait … for that day to come." My voice breaks as I force the words out before looking up at him with pain-filled tears streaking down my face.
"Keep waiting, princess," he growls before grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet.
My legs keep giving out and, when we make it to the stairs, he pushes me down the steps. I'm not even aware enough to scream, knowing that kind of move could easily kill me.
He doesn't seem to care today.
Bam. My shoulders, my back, my head, my butt, and my legs make impact as I roll down the steps until I end up a lump at the bottom step.
