Seventeen
Kyle
“Wake. The. Fuck. Up.” Following each of Breath’s syllables was a lick across the outer edge of my ear.
The odor from his mouth was enough to wake me up. Definitely enough to pop my eyelids open. Undoubtedly enough to cause my entire body to shake. His tongue was sharp and putrid. It felt like a razor slicing my earring hole through the bottom of my lobe. When I tried to move away from him, his palm drove into my cheek, which slammed the back of my head into whatever was behind it.
I tried lifting my hands. I tried kicking my legs.
I was tied up.
Again.
“Have you missed me, Kyle?”
Through the pitch-black that surrounded me, I saw stars. Sparkling little bursts of silver from hitting my head so hard. Then, there was the drip, drip, drip of my wet hair onto my naked back. The soaked strands clung to my cheeks and lashes. Every time I blinked, it felt like sand was scratching across my eyes. With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn’t pull the hairs out of them. I couldn’t rub them to make them feel better. I couldn’t even shake my head with his hand gripping my throat.
He’d taken my clothes off again. He’d bathed me.
“I’m just going to use you as a landing pad for my cum.”
My stomach churned as I thought about what else might be on my skin.
“No,” I finally said. “I haven’t—ow!”
Something clamped down on my nipple. It wasn’t sexual, like Garin’s fingers, or titillating, like his teeth. This was spiked like a barbed wire, and the points were piercing my skin.
“Why are you hurting me?” I cried.
“Wrong question.”
“What—”
He slapped my face so hard that my front teeth bit through the end of my tongue, and my mouth filled with blood. The copper taste didn’t mix well with my stomach, and I gagged. It was just enough of a heave to stir the acid in my stomach, and as it rose to my throat, he pushed my face to the side, so it wouldn’t get on him.
The heartless fucker didn’t even give me a break while I purged. He slapped the back of my head, like it would make the vomit come out faster.
“I’m done!” I yelled, my stomach empty, the back of my throat feeling as though he were holding a butane lighter to it. I licked the wetness off my lips and spit it out.
“I should make you swallow that.”
I wouldn’t taste it. My throat burned too badly, the fire masking all the flavors that were in my mouth.
He clasped something around my throat. It was as cold as ice, and it felt as though it had teeth, taking small little bites of my skin.
“Do you want me to make you swallow it? Scoop up everything you just puked on my floor and shove it down your fucking throat?”
I wasn’t sure I could give him an answer. Whatever was around my neck was squeezing tighter, wringing all the air out. Biting. Pinching.
Freezing me to death.
“Puta, do you want me to make you—”
“No!”
He laughed.
The sound made me never want to laugh again.
“It’s time.”
There was no warning. No flash of movement. Just his breath swishing through the air, past my face, and suddenly, I was in the air. He’d lifted the chair by the legs—this one obviously not bolted to the ground, like the other one had been—and as he roared, he threw me. I couldn’t scream, the vise on my throat was too tight. I couldn’t reach out to stop my face from hitting anything, as my hands were tied. I couldn’t see what I was headed for; it was too dark. So, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for the fall.
Bang, bang…bang.
The chair banged against the floor. Each time it hit, the landing shook my body, made my muscles throb, sucked even more air out of me.
Kyle, breathe.
“Just how I want you—on your back with your legs spread.” He straddled my waist and sat on my stomach. “Puta, puta, puta, it’s time you ask the right question.”
My nostrils flared as I tried to breathe. With all of his weight on my belly, he was constricting even more of my air.
“Prove to me that you’re more than just a pretty face.”
“What do you want from me?”
I cried out as his fingernails stabbed my cheeks. They pushed in so far that my mouth opened, my tongue hanging past my bottom lip.
“Before you say another word, I want you to think. Stop fucking rambling, and think.”
He tightened the clamp on my nipple, but because of the way he was holding my mouth, I couldn’t scream. So, I whimpered and groaned and dripped tears down his fingers. None of it helped.
“You know why you’re here. You know why I put you in a cell with Garin.” He leaned forward and bit the end of my tongue. It was already so sore from when my teeth had stabbed it earlier.
The smell. The sensation. The pain.
I couldn’t take it.
I couldn’t breathe.
Just as the silvery stars started to return, he let up. But he didn’t release it. He wrapped his lips around my tongue and sucked it back and forth, like he was giving it head.
“Mmm,” he moaned, filling the air with a stench that made everything hurt even more. “This is what your cunt is going to do to my dick. It’s going to squeeze the fuck out of it just like this…” His suction tightened. “And its hotness and wetness and tightness is going to drain every bit of cum out of me.” He laughed again, his lips moving to my ear. “And then I’m going to give you to my boys. Do you know what my boys do to pretty girls like you?”
I grunted even though I knew the answer would make me feel worse.
“They’re going to gang-bang the living fuck out of you. And when you’re covered in all their cum, they’re going to cut you.” He moved to my other ear, pressing his lips so close that they touched the inside hole. “Like throwing a piece of meat inside a cage full of dogs. But these dogs have knives, and they like to butcher.”
Silence.
I was sure he was letting me ponder the terrifying reality of what was to become of me, and that was…I had no chance of getting out of here. I had no chance of surviving this. I was going to die in this prison, raped by however many men Breath employed. Filled with their cum.
And…
I couldn’t even wrap my head around the rest.
“You’re making me wait, Kyle, and I fucking hate it when people make me wait.” He stood and lifted the chair, so I was back to a seated position. “I’m going to show you just how much I hate it.”
His hands weren’t on my body anymore, his smell no longer in the air. But I heard him. Steps on the concrete, clothes swishing as he moved.
“Come here, babies. Come to daddy.”
What were his babies?
There were high-pitched sounds. Lots of them. I couldn’t place it, but it was all I heard, and the noises continued to get louder as each second passed.
“Come meet my friend.”
“No,” I cried.
I didn’t want to meet the source of the noise. I didn’t want more pain. I didn’t want—
“Ahh!” I screamed as the most intense burning seared through the ends of my toes.
I didn’t know what his babies were doing, what they were using, what the hell they were, but it felt like the skin was being sliced off. I couldn’t kick them away. I couldn’t move my legs. I couldn’t…
“What do you want?” I sobbed.
“Shut up.” The back of his hand slapped my mouth. Then, he squeezed my lips and pulled them until it felt like he was going to rip them off my face. “Don’t make another sound.”
The tears fell even faster—not just from the pain and the fear, but also from the question I already knew he wanted the answer to. What didn’t make any sense was why he wanted this information. I couldn’t piece that part together. Everyone was dead.
Oh God…
The babies had moved up to my ankles. I wasn’t sure if I had any feet left. It felt like they had finished off the skin and were on to my muscles and bones.
“I’m losing my patience with you, Kyle.”
I shook my head, snot and drool flying off my face.
“When I release your lips, you’re going to ask the right question.”
The right question.
“Babies, stop!”
After his command, the gnawing on my toes immediately halted. The noises quieted. Then, his fingers left my mouth, my lips smacking back into place. But the hurt…the hurt stayed. I knew, if he flicked on the light, I’d see I was a bloody mess with wounds that may never heal.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Kyle.” A warning that he could make the babies start up again as quickly as he had made them stop.
My lips parted, spit dripping down both sides. My tongue burned as it hit the inside of my teeth. I swallowed. Whatever was wrapped around my neck hadn’t let up one bit.
“You want to know who killed Paulie.”
“Finally. The right fucking question.” His voice was more sexual than it was commanding. “You just made my dick hard.” He straddled me again, but this time, he didn’t sit.
I heard a zipper. A button popped open. The stench…if I had anything left in my stomach, it would have come out. It was so much worse than his breath. Molded cheese and decayed meat.
He pressed his dick against my cheek, running it up and down my skin, as though he were wiping off the drool. I wanted to turn my face and bite the fucker off. But I couldn’t do that. If there was even the slightest chance of me getting out of here, I would ruin it.
“Yes. I love how your tears feel against my dick.” He pressed his weak erection against my other cheek. “Say those words again, Kyle. My dick wants to feel them.”
I only opened my lips a tiny bit, fearing that he would stick his cock between them. “You want to know who killed Paulie.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “That sounded so fucking hot. Now, make me harder, and tell me who did it.”
I didn’t know where the courage came from. I hadn’t felt it when I woke up in the darkness or when he was hurting me or when the babies had been eating me. But it was raging inside me, and it stirred on my tongue before I could stop it. “You might as well kill me because I’ll never tell you that.”
“You fucking cunt.”
His dick stopped rubbing against my cheek. All noise in the room was silenced. There was only breathing and his odor.
And pain.
So much of it. And so much blackness. Blackness that didn’t just come from the room.
Blackness that came from…
Thump. Thump. Thump.