“Oh Ella, I love how you think you have some kind of control here…but you’re already dead bitch, accept it. Gotta say I’ll miss this though, the fight you have in you.”
“If you like my fight, how about you release the restraints and I can give you a proper fight. Wouldn’t that be better, get you real nice and hard for me?”
He levelled his eyes at me, considering my suggestion and weighing up his options.
“I won’t release your arms, I don’t trust you. But you’re right a bit of a fight would be fun. I like a struggle.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys then opened the lock mechanism on my leg restraints, first the right then the left.
“This way you can pretend to fight me with your weak little kicks and I can bend your knees and get in real deep when I fuck you.”
“Bring it on.” I tormented him, bringing my knees up and pushing myself up the bed as far as I could with the restraints already on my arms.
“First things first Ella.” He sang like the deranged monster he was.
Then he took his hunting knife and cut down the middle of my bra, and ripped the material from under me licking his lips as his grotesque eyes roamed over my chest. Next it was my knickers, cut off from the side of my hip. He pointed at my tattoo with the tip of the knife.
“What do we have here? He branded you like his possession. You really are a weak little girl aren’t you Ella.”
“I had it done, no one owns me.”
“Oh I beg to differ, I think I pretty much own your life now Ella.”
He dragged the tip of the knife over the tattoo and I screamed with the searing splitting pain of the blade cutting through my skin. My breathing became urgent frantic pants as I felt my whole body go into nervous spasm and the sweat that was pouring out of me went icy cold.
“See all crossed out just like the mistake it is.” He wiped my blood from the blade onto the mattress and threw the knife down.
“So, let’s get to the good part. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you Ella? I even did it at work once whilst I fantasised about fucking you in the ass over my desk.” He grabbed his crotch again rubbing himself and smirking. “You’ve always fascinated me. You have this tough feisty side, then you’re all vulnerable and ‘save me please’ like some kind of push over. You really need to make up your mind which one you are.”
“What do you want me to be Cole? Or is it the weak ass Colin I’m talking to? You’re a push over yourself half the time. Jerking off in the bathroom at work cuz no woman in her right mind would want to go within thirty feet of you.”
He didn’t like that, his face went feral and he grabbed the scalpel.
“I could carve that face off right now you know, see if that doesn’t shut you up.” He spat bringing the scalpel to the side of my forehead and pressing so hard I could feel the pinch of the blade and the warm trickle of my blood trailing down my face and neck into my hair.
“Do it, but then I suppose you won’t have fucked a prettier girl than your wife then.” I jeered.
“Always an answer for everything.” He sneered.
I felt proud in that moment, I’d held him off pretty well so far with my insults and ridicule. I knew i
t couldn’t last but I kept fighting.
“It’s not difficult when you’re dealing with a clueless freak like you.” I smiled mocking him, even though it hurt to move my lips, the pain from his fists causing a dull throbbing in my skull.
“Beauty and the freak.” He looked pleased with himself for thinking that one up, “Sounds like an idea for a Disney movie don’t you think? Anyway enough talking, I think it’s time we took this up a notch don’t you.”
“No.”
He undid the belt of his trousers and pulled them down along with any underwear he was wearing. His cock stood out long and thick, making me want to puke. He wrapped his hand around himself and started pumping up and down slowly.
“Now this I’m gonna enjoy much more than our chats Ella.”
He climbed onto the bed and I viciously kicked my legs at him gathering all the energy and strength I could muster. He wrestled my ankles still and reached back for his knife again. Then pressing his body over mine he brought the knife up to my neck and pushed it into the side and I felt the familiar piercing pain as the tip ruptured my skin and sent warm trickles of blood down into my now sweat soaked hair.
“You will do as I say or this knife goes inside you in place of my cock, do you hear me slut?”
This was it, my final fight, the last ditch attempt to save myself and my baby. I had a choice, I could check out of my body and let him do what he wants. Maybe someone would come and save me before that happened but I highly doubted it. Or I could battle him with every last breath I had. Making it as difficult for him as I could and die with all the dignity I deserved. It was a no brainer, I clamped my legs shut and prepared for the fight of my life.