Page 3 of Silent Tears

I grab onto the knife tightly as I close in on the man, stopping right in front of him. “I hope the money was worth your life,” I whisper as I bring the knife up and slice across his throat without thinking. His blood splatters across my face and clothes as I lower my hand to my side. I watch the blood pouring out of his throat as his eyes stay on me. The gurgling sound coming from his mouth as blood runs out of his mouth is the last sound he makes before his head falls forward and his body goes limp. I turn from the body, hand the knife back to the man who gave it to me and walk out the way I just came.

The need to prolong their death is of no interest to me; it’s the killing aspect that my brain and body want. The man is dead, the message will be sent, and at the end of the day, that is all that matters.

3

Nicole

3 Months Held Captive

Iopen my eyes again, looking up at the same ceiling I have been staring at since he brought me here. Sebastian Gutter, the man who took my innocence from me and calls himself the puppet master. He is my worst fucking nightmare. I am nothing but a toy to him, something he can sell to men for pleasure. I have lost count of how many men have claimed my pussy, and of how many men have whispered horrible things they want to do to me, and my brain, body, heart, and soul all know that Sebastian let them for the right price.

My ankles and wrists are still tied in the same place by the same chains; it didn’t take me long to figure out that is what was holding me. Sebastian keeps the room dark, but I can still make some things out. I can see the men that come in this room, this fucking horrible nightmare of a room; at least, I can see part of them. Each of them has different names and things they want to do to me. The only constant in my life now is Sebastian. He comes in every night and claims my body, reminding me again that I am fucking his.

I stare at the ceiling as the tears escape and roll down my face. My father is the only family I have left because my mother died giving birth to me. So, it has always been me and my father. He was a good dad; I mean, he is a good dad. He promised to buy me a pony when I turned sixteen, but seeing as that was the day Sebastian took me and brought me to this fucking horror show, I guess that’s not going to happen. I have always wanted a pony. I guess some things will forever just stay a dream for me now.

But my father did promise me he would buy me one, so maybe he did, and it is waiting for me when he comes and takes me away from here. He promised to take care of me, and now I am lying on a bed in the middle of the room, chained, and covered in different men’s jizz.

I take a deep, shaky breath when I hear the door unlock, and my heart races. I don’t know what day it is or what time of day it is. All I know is that this room used to be a basement. I can see the walls are stone and there are no windows. I finally fucking realized Sebastian must have made this room soundproof because I can not hear anything outside of this room, which means no one can hear me. My screams are only for me and the men using me in the moment.

My heart races as I slowly look down from the ceiling. My eyes focus a little or at least as much as they can in this fucking hell of darkness, a man is leaning against the wall, and the door shuts, telling me that Sebastian is listening. He wants to hear my screams; he is always wanting to hear my screams. The man is standing in the same spot Sebastian was standing in right before he came in and took my innocence from me, and he has kept his promise. He is the last to visit me every night, reminding me that I am nothing but a puppet to be used and abused by him, reminding me over and over again that this is my life now. Like he would ever fucking let me forget.

I inhale deeply, and all of a sudden, I feel some wetness between my legs, making my heart stop. I look down the best I can from this position, but I can really see shit. I know the sheets are white, or at least they used to be white. FUCK. God, please, no.

My heart races as my thoughts start to go wild, trying to figure out what the fuck to do right now. Sebastian only lets me bathe once a week, and if he thinks my behavior has been bad or my screams are not loud enough for him, he takes that away from me. So knowing Sebastian, asking him for a fucking tampon right now when a man is about to fuck me will probably not happen.

My stomach plummets when the man pushes off the wall. He quickly removes his shirt, unbuttons his pants, and pulls them down with his boxers. He slowly gets onto the bed. My stomach twists into knots for two different reasons now. The man looks down; his face is full of disgust.

“What the fuck? This dirty bitch is bleeding all over the place. This is what I get? I spend five hundred fucking dollars to fuck this dirty bitch? If that is true, then you will fucking suffer with me bitch. You will clean it off of my fucking cock,” he screams at me. A laugh leaves me because, honestly, right now, the least of my problems is getting fucking beaten. My face reddens, showing that I am embarrassed and beyond tired, so fucking tired.

“You think that is funny, you dirty bitch? I’ll show funny.” He bends down and grabs something out of his pants around his ankles. He stands up, and I see the blade in his hand. I want to fucking tell him I didn’t fucking mean to laugh. What else am I supposed to do right now?

I start to struggle, or at least as much as I can with these fucking chains on me. A scream leaves my mouth, and another and another as the man grabs onto my leg and leans in. I look down and watch him lower the blade and place it against my skin. He doesn’t say a fucking word as he starts to carve into my thigh. My tears build and fall so fucking fast, and my throat hurts as I continue to scream out in pain, giving Sebastian exactly what he fucking wanted. Was this planned? Did he fucking plan this because he wanted to hear my screams? I wouldn’t fucking put it past him. He will do anything to get what he wants from me.

My screaming doesn’t stop the man. He groans and moans, which makes me gag. He is fucking turned on by what he is doing. He is fucking cutting me and turned on and moaning. The fuck kind of man he is?

The thought of calling for Sebastian floods into my mind, and just as quickly as it comes, it is gone, disappeared without a trace. There is no fucking way I will scream his fucking name, plus he wouldn’t help me anyways. This man said he paid 500 for me. Is that all I am worth?

Pain radiates throughout my entire body, causing my body to shake. My heart is racing so fast I can hear the blood pumping in my fucking ears. The man sits up and throws the knife to the floor. I watch him closely as he crawls up my body.

“Now you will never forget how fucking dirty you really are bitch,” he states darkly. He lifts his hand and slaps me so hard that my head turns to the side. The sting on my face causes more tears to escape my eyes.

He grabs me by the throat with one hand and uses the other to place the tip of his dick at my pussy’s entrance. He wastes no time pushing inside me, his dick filling me completely. I scream again as he leans down and licks my face; his breath is so foul it makes me want to throw up. He picks up his pace and continues to fuck me, claiming me in more ways than one. My heart begins to break as another man takes something from me, as another man truly fucking uses me like a piece of trash.

My body shakes against his as his sweat begins to cover my naked used body. The bed hits the wall as he continues to fuck me. He places his lips against my ear, making my skin crawl. “You will always be my dirty fucking bitch. You’re taking my cock so good, so fucking good,” he moans into my ear.

I scream out again as he slams into me over and over again. None of the men that come to see me appear to last long. They paid to get off, which is exactly what they do. Some go more than once with me, but most new men come in, get off, claim me, and then leave. All of a sudden, he stops moving, and I can literally feel his jizz filling up my pussy. Another man has taken yet another little part of me, a part that I will never be able to fucking get back again. Being fucked is one thing, but feeling their jizz filling me, that is something completely fucking different.

He releases his grip on my throat as he pulls out of me. My head stays turned to the side as he gets off the bed, making me feel relieved and fucking used. He grabs onto my throat, forcing me to turn my head and look up at him. He is so fucking tall that his dick is now right in front of my face. He grabs onto his dick, which is now covered in my period blood and his jizz.

“Open your fucking mouth, you dirty, dirty fucking bitch. You know you like being used,” the man snaps at me.

I keep my mouth closed as I stare up at him. My entire body is shaking as I struggle against the chains. A smile forms across the man’s face as he releases my throat, grabs onto my face, and squeezes until I am forced to open my mouth. I scream again as he leans in and thrusts his dick into my mouth. The tip of his dick hits the back of my throat, causing me to cough and gag as I taste myself on him, his cum mixed with my blood.

The man closes his eyes, and his head falls back as he moves his dick in and out of my mouth. The tears continue to sting my eyes and roll down my face. And once again, in this moment, I am reminded that I am just here to be used and abused. The man moans as he releases into my mouth, causing me to gag. He lets my face go and pulls his dick out of my mouth. I turn my head to the side, gagging and spitting out his jizz the best I can.

“Don’t act like you didn’t fucking enjoy that, you dirty bitch,” the man states.

I keep my head turned to the side as I hear him pulling up his pants. He must be picking up the knife cause I hear the blade scrape against the stone floor, sending a chill down my spine. I slowly turn my head as the man looks down at me for a second. His eyes land on my leg where he craved into me; he smiles and turns around. He quickly makes his way to the door, opens it, and steps out like he just had a fucking business meeting or something. His body language tells me he has no remorse for his actions and that his behavior is normal, which makes me think that I am not his first carving victim. The thought makes me sad and want to throw up at the same time.

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