Flower in the Dark

“Please, I miss you. I want you.”

17

Him

I'm staring transfixed at the screen, watching, listening. Waiting for her to call out to me again, as it could only be me she is asking for. There is no one else in her life right now; the past six months spent talking to her can attest to that. She told me herself that she hasn’t got anyone to turn to anymore.

She mumbles again in her sleep, thrashing a little harder as she does, more than she was a moment ago. So restless while sleeping, even when awake she can barely sit still in her room. I’ve noticed her drawing in the dust on the floor, just swirls and patterns, nothing interesting. Guessing she must be bored, I bought her a pad of paper and crayons. Nothing she could sharpen and use to hurt herself, or me. I’d picked them up this morning, but I haven’t given them to her yet.

I’m so mesmerized by Violet, I can’t look away. Her beauty entrances me, her curves so sweet I constantly want to run my hands over them, stroke down her skin, marking it as I go.

Fuck, I want her. I groan, and put my face in my hands, despairing at what I want to do to this woman. Mercy is not in my nature, yet I want to grant her a mercy I have never given before, just so I can keep her.

Her mumbles grow louder, turning into groans and whimpers. She now sounds so afraid of what is in her dreams. Her next spoken words are so clear, “No! Don’t hit me! Please, help!”

She wakes with a piercing scream. I am out of my chair and flying down the hall to her bolted door in seconds. I hurriedly unlock and throw open the door, striding over to where she is screaming and sobbing pitifully.

Looking her over in the dim light, I see her hair is in disarray, wide, alert and fearful eyes leaking tears. I run a hand down her arm, caressing the soft skin in a comforting gesture. As soon as she sees me the screaming stops, but the soft wails start to build again through her cries. She pushes her hair from her eyes and face, and my attention is drawn to where the strap of her nightie has fallen down her smooth arms.

Heat fills my veins, shooting down to my cock, which thickens at the sight of her so freely on display in front of me. Suddenly the sound of her cries, the sight of her tears, and screams consumes me. I dive at her lips, forcing her down flat on the bed. One hand runs up her side to squeeze her pretty tit, plucking at her nipple. The other moves south towards her cunt.

She pulls away from my lips, breaking the kiss, “Wait.”

I ignore her, fingers gripping her panties and ripping them from her body, before plunging my fingers into her heat. I bite at her neck, still playing with her tits, moving to squeeze the other one, she moans arches her back and pelvis into my hands. I had no intention of having her tonight, but I can’t stop this.

She contracts around my fingers, and I smirk, maneuvering my hand to press my thumb on her clit, angling my fingers to her G-spot, and shoving the last finger up her ass. She tightens around them and whimpers, and the sound is so different from her cry. She wants me, I can feel it in the wetness seeping from her cunt. The way her tight little asshole grips at my finger, and the little moans that escape her lips as pleasure zips through her.

I’m hard as a fucking rock, blood rushing to my already swollen cock. She cries out when I bite down harder on her neck, coming all over my hand. Before she can even finish coming down from her orgasm, I've yanked my boxers off, flipped her onto her front and surged into her pulsing heat.

She screams, and I groan in pleasure, rasping out, “Violet.”

18

Violet

I’m reeling in shock. I woke up screaming from one of my nightmares, and now I'm being fucked raw by my captor. This escalated so quickly that I'm not entirely sure quite what happened to lead up to this. It's brutal, he is so unchained and animalistic, I'm not sure he'd stop if I told him to. A small and hidden part of me whispers, “You don’t want him to though.”

He forces my face down into my blanket, and my back to arch as he continues pounding into me from behind. All I can do is try to breathe and try not to be consumed by him. Wishful thinking when he pushes one of the fingers which is still wet with my juices into my already tender and stretched asshole. One was plenty, but this is agonizing and I scream into the pillow as he moves his fingers inside me in time with his cock.

“It hurts!” I gasp out in pain.

He leans forward and grunts in my ear, “I’m going to fuck this tight little ass of yours, and you will like it. I’m going to make it hurt so fucking good you’ll come all over the bed while you scream out in pain and pleasure. But not tonight, Violet. Tonight I’m just giving you my fingers, this is just a light warm-up. Otherwise, my cock is going to feel like its ripping you in half when I stick it inside here. I’m going to own you, my beautiful flower. Every, fucking, inch of you”

I shudder at his threat, fresh tears leaking from my eyes, the last words punctuated by a forceful surge into my now throbbing pussy. Shame coats my throat when I hear the wetness he is creating. After what seems like forever, a tingling heat spreads through me and as an orgasm sweeps through me, I feel his pounding turn to short, sharp jerks that hit me deeply before he stops, fully seated inside me. When he pulls out, I feel something strange, a warm liquid leaking from my body.

Horror grips my heart as I realize that he didn't use a condom, he has fucked me bare and has come inside me. I can feel his warm, sticky cum slowly leaking out of my used and sore pussy. I'm frozen on the bed, unable to move. He slaps my ass, the sound reverberating around the nearly silent room, overpowering the sound of our panting breaths.

I close my eyes, slowly breaking when I hear the door close and the locks re-engaged. Then the sobbing starts, crawling up from the stomach and escaping my throat in twisted cries.

I must have drifted back to sleep, exhausted from the nightmare and the sex, because I wake up cold, my muscles aching, and my holes sore. I’m still completely bare, not even the blanket over me. I grab it, wincing at the ache between my legs, and cover myself, trying to gain a little modesty back. After last night though, that’s probably a fucking feeble gesture.

Embarrassment floods my cheeks, warming them in the cold room. Some twisted part of me enjoyed what he did to me last night, I couldn’t stop myself from reacting, but I did keep myself from begging for more. I’d never give him that satisfaction, even if my body betrays to him what my lips aren’t saying.

“I wish I knew who you were, and I wish that I didn’t like the way you hurt me,” I whisper to the empty room.

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Him