When the Dark Wins

“And I really have to fuck you once before you die.”

His boots walked away.

Silence. I shut my eyes again.

Chapter 13

Eventually he dragged me across the floor, fed me something, and had me crawl into his suitcase. My hair was tied back. Told to kneel, I was strapped into cuffs and their chains were threaded into braces inside the case. My head was strapped to the upright side of the case. Then he closed the suitcase to the point where only a slit of light showed. I whimpered as he drew the chains tight, locking them down, holding me in place, at wrists and ankles, thighs and stomach.

“Hold your breath, girl.”

The case was zippered and clicked shut, the darkness made absolute.

When I screamed for air, he opened the hole near my mouth. Angling my eyes downward, I saw the light, saw it reflect off my hands.

“Please –”

“Shhh. No talking. This is my command.”

But not his will. I could feel no absolute need. He expected obedience of my own volition.

“You will not scream. You will be good. You will have air and light when needed. You will submit to what I do. And for now, it is this.”

He left me, walked.

I heard him fumble at the other end of the case and saw new light wash in. He’d opened another hole. Without warning, his cock shoved into me and I heard him grunt.

“Ahhh. You feel good, Red. Fucking good. A pity he isn’t in me any more to enjoy you.”

He?

A moment more and I was beyond thinking.

The stretch and occupation of my pussy was enough to flood my body with heat, to make me gasp and strain backward toward that hole, to help his cock fuck me deeper. Wetness already, stuck the back of my thighs to the suitcase. The squelch as he jammed into a moistened hole echoed inside the case. My mouth stayed wide, my eyes snapped open then closed, as the feeling of a mesmer possessing me took hold.

Nothing I could do. My nipples hardened instantly, my breasts swayed in time to his fucking, and drool ran down my chin onto the harness cradling my jaw. Nirvana had nothing on this animal shoving his dick into me.

His thrusts rocked the case, shifting it across the floor until it wedged into a wall. The bang as the case hit triggered me into orgasm, though not he. Isak fucked me for far longer. When at last he ceased and came, his cum filling me and joining the rest of the fluid running down my thighs, I was left moaning, with my head shoved into the front of the case. My legs felt weak and I would have collapsed if not for the straps.

His disgusting orchestration of my lust horrified me, for I was awake to everything he’d done. Worse than that was his last whisper through the front hole.

“I’m going to put a sign on this that says SLUT FOR USE and invite my friends to use you before we leave on our world trip. A going-away surprise for you, Red. I thought you’d like it. This is going to be fun

.”

He’d killed them all though, burned away his entire set-up with that terrible deed. Except me.

“Why?” I pleaded. Had to know. “I thought you were selling me?”

Please, please, sell me.

“Not me. Him. I’m not Isak. I’m the other one. You set me loose, Red, my darling girl. You gave me the key and now I can break and use any woman I want to.”

If I hadn’t tried to escape, I’d have been with someone else. Then the girls wouldn’t have died. Except he’d left that recording in the boat...which meant he’d predicted my escape.

Did he plant that idea in me? Did he never mean to sell me?

If I was a key, I’d made this happen. I should never have come here. I’d made him kill the girls. This was all my fault.