I started to feel a panic attack develop as the gravity of the situation I was in hit me. I knew this was bad. I knew my life was over the minute I set foot in this man's house. But suddenly things seemed to escalate, and I was terrified. This man was far worse than Adrian's father or brother. He was more sadistic and cruel and cold and psychopathic than even the two of them combined.

Through the jumbled thoughts in my panicked brain it became crystal clear that I would be doomed to a life of pure hell if I didn't do something drastic immediately. There would be no escape through death if I let myself live long enough to be caged in a cell. He would make sure of that. In a split second an entire lifetime of my ruined body being used as his own personal toy flashed before my eyes.

My entire body shook as he grabbed my head in both of his hands and pulled me closer to his face. His breath filled the air around me and suffocated me with its thickness and foul odor. He smelled like death.

The man stood up and picked me up with him, wrapping his arm around my neck and holding me so close that his cock pressed up against my stomach.

"Let us go to the bed. I would like our first encounter to be pleasant and relaxed, and to take my time with you. I will let the anticipation build and I will make sure you feel every single inch of my fist as I squeeze it into that perfect little asshole of yours."

My body was shoved forward so hard that I fell onto my hands and knees, my arms making a loud noise as they smacked down onto the cold tile. I stayed there for a moment with my ass in the air and my head close to the floor while I recovered from the shock and pain when I heard his voice behind me.

"I want to watch you crawl in front of me like a good dog, little girl. I want to see your ass high in the air, and I want to watch it sway back and forth as you make your way over to the bed. Entice me, little girl. Dazzle me with that tight hole of yours."

I raised myself up on my hands and knees and started to crawl. The bathtub was on my left and just beyond that was a freestanding full-length mirror in an ornate, oval frame. My only chance would be to crawl ahead of him and jump up at the last second. If I could break the mirror and grab a piece quick enough, I could plunge it into my neck before he got to me.

My hands shook uncontrollably as I laid each one down on the floor, one in front of the other. I could feel his presence right behind me, almost on top of me, as I moved across the room.

"Seduce me with that ass, little girl. I won't tell you again."

I was a good ten steps away from the mirror and every fiber of my being wanted to jump up and lunge at it, but he felt so close behind me. Too close. I took a couple of quick steps to put some distance between us, but he wouldn't give it to me.

"Slow down, little girl. What's the hurry? We have all day, every day, for the rest of your life."

He drew the last few words out so that they sounded like a hiss coming out of a snake's mouth. I paused for a moment as the words rolled over me, filling me with the urge to vomit and giving me the strength I needed. I jumped up and ran to the mirror, pushing it over and diving on top of the thousands of broken pieces that spread across the white tile.

The loud crash of glass on tile echoed off the walls of the room and rang in my ears. It felt like pandemonium as I desperately groped the sharp pieces of mirror, cutting the tips of my fingers repeatedly as I tried to find a large enough piece, but they were all too small to do any damage to my throat. The shards ground into my knees and the palms of my hands as I reached to grab one I could see with a perfect, long thin blade.

But before I could close my hands around it, I felt myself being yanked backward by my hair, then thrown to the left. I tumbled headfirst into the bathtub, my shins hitting the hard edge and my head going underwater for a few seconds before I jumped up, gasping for air.

When I glanced down at the water I was startled to see it turning pink. My body shook violently as I looked down at my hands. Beads of blood burst out from the countless cuts and dripped down into the bathwater. I screamed at the knowledge that it was my own blood coloring the water and I had failed to kill myself. Then, as I felt a blow to the side of my head, I prayed. The last thought that oozed through the thickness of my addled brain was the hope that I would drown in that pink water. I prayed to God I would never wake up.

* * *

I was jolted awake by the impact of my body being thrown onto a bed. My body and hair were soaking wet, and I was glad to have a warm soft surface underneath me instead of the cold tile. But after that fleeting, far-off moment came to an end, I snapped back to reality when I remembered the bathroom and the broken mirror and my blood coloring the water in the bathtub. Then the words from the Russian man slowly filled my head.

We have all day, every day, for the rest of your life…

I heard the clinking of metal, then felt the weight of another body on the bed. I was rolled over onto my back and the Russian man straddled me at my waist. His enormous cock was still jutting out of the opening at the top of his pants, and he was still rock hard. The purple head appeared like it might explode at any second. I imagined that this was all part of the excitement for him. He probably couldn't even get it up if there wasn't some blood involved.

He picked up a large, curved piece of metal that opened on a hinge. It looked like a cuff, but it was larger than any I'd ever seen. He smiled as he slipped it behind the back of my neck, then snapped it shut with a click.

"This is to remind you that you belong to me, little girl. That you only go where I want you to go. No more ridiculous attempts at running away, yes?

"You think I don't know all of your tricks? All of your little manipulations and games and lies? Do you know how many girls I've had here? Do you know how many have been in this position you're in right now? On this very bed with this very same collar around their pretty little necks?

"I have decided that you are special, so I grant you the privilege of staying up here with me, but not until you've been taught your lesson. Not until you have been rendered safe. Not until I am assured that you will no longer be a threat to yourself, or to me," he said with a grim smile and a flash of intensity in his eyes.

"After we've had fun playing with that little asshole of yours, you'll go away for a month … maybe two. I know it will be hard to be separated for so long, but I also know it will make everything so much better. It will make our coming together again that much more meaningful. Don't you think, little one?" he said as he ran the back of his fingers down the side of my face.

I shivered as his fingers caught on the metal cuff and tugged, pulling my shoulders a few inches off the mattress, then letting me drop back down. His fingers grazed my collarbone as they made their way down to my breasts. Then he gripped both of my nipples between the thumb and finger on each of his hands and pulled them up, causing my back to arch off the bed. I pushed myself up as high as I could with my feet, but he kept pulling until it felt like my nipples would rip right off. After I screamed out in pain for the third or fourth time, he finally let go and my body sank back down onto the bed.

He raised himself up off of me, then rolled me over onto my stomach. I had to hold my head at an angle so the metal cuff didn't cut into my chin. I felt my body being dragged backward toward the bottom of the bed, and watched as bloody streaks appeared on the bedspread where my hands had dragged across the surface. I was lifted up at the hips, and when I was set back down I had something underneath me so my ass was raised high up in the air.

I felt my legs being pulled apart and to the side one at a time, then tied to the corners of the foot of the bed. I felt a sharp sting as the cuts on my knees came into contact with the bed. My arms were next. They were pulled tight to the side and up, so that they were secured to each side of the head of the bed. I felt a hand on each of my ass cheeks, then his thick, hot breath, and finally the wetness of his tongue. I gasped and flinched as I felt his tongue prod its way into my asshole. Then he spread my cheeks so far apart it felt like I might split in half.

"Don't try to fool me into thinking this is a virgin hole, little girl. No man could resist this little pink perfection."

I felt my lips open up as he prodded me with his rough, callosed fingers. He pulled back my folds and stretched the skin, inspecting every crevice in between my legs. I felt him enter both of my holes repeatedly with his fingers as if he were testing for resistance.

"You are so very tight. It is not an exaggeration when I call you 'little girl.' This first taste of you will be exquisite. And waiting for you to come back to me will be quite torturous. But just imagine how wonderful it will be when there is absolutely nothing between my cock and the delicate skin inside your mouth."

He moved up so that he was on top of me, and I felt the head of his cock moving up and down the exposed space between my legs. He circled my asshole, then moved the head down, pressing it into the space between my pussy lips before moving back up and pressing himself into me.

"Oh, you are such a temptation. That tight little hole of yours is calling out to my cock, but I want to see the look on your face when my fist is deep inside you first."

He put all of his weight on his hands as they rested on either side of my body while he continued to rub his cock up and down my slit, his breath growing heavier and more intense with each stroke. I braced myself and gritted my teeth, waiting for him to force himself into me without any lube.

I imagined that he didn't care if I was even remotely comfortable. Especially since he was planning to have all of my teeth yanked out of my mouth to accommodate his own pleasure.

Tears rolled down to one side of my face as I lay helpless and immobile. I felt something enter me, but it didn't feel like it could be that enormous purple head. I realized it was one of his fingers, but quickly with each thrust he added another and another until I could feel my asshole straining.

A shaky cry came from my throat as he continued to try to fit his thumb inside me. And inch by excruciating and she was getting it in there. He was forcing his entire hand inside of me. I pulled at the ties that bound my arms and legs, struggling to wriggle away from the pain, but it was no use. I couldn't move. I couldn't get away. I was trapped here with this psychopath who was getting off on watching me experience this excruciating pain.

After a few seconds I realized another sound had invaded the room. Instead of just his heavy, rapid breath in my ear in addition to my screams of agony that filled the room, there was also a high-pitched noise. It sounded like a phone ringing, but in my terror I had no frame of reference for anything.

He said something in Russian that sounded like a curse, then pulled his hand out of me. He got up off the bed and started speaking to someone. At first he sounded irritated, then angry, but his voice soon started to take on a disturbingly calm tone. Then he laughed.

"It looks like we have some visitors, little girl. You will stay here and wait for me, yes? I think you will enjoy visiting with them as much as I will."

I felt a cold breeze against my pussy lips as he slammed the door behind him and I was left alone in the room to wait.