Girl in the box

Thank you so much, Mona, for you kind words. This is for you :) - Aurora

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I can feel the blood draining from my face, an unpleasant tingling in my fingers. I press my hands against the concrete floor, trying to stop them from shaking.

"Please.." My voice is a whisper. "Don't... Don't hurt me."

That made the beast smile. A sardonic tug at the corner of his mouth.

He enjoyed that. He actually enjoyed that.

I let out a yelp as he lunges towards me. He grips my arms, my back sliding up the wall's rough surface as he drags me to a standing position. I squeeze my eyes shut. He lets go of my arms, leaving a dull ache in their place.

I keep my eyes closed, scared to move, trying not to hyperventilate. All I hear is my erratic heartbeats and his steady breathing. Nothing happens for one beat. Two beats. Then I hear what can only be described as a frustrated sigh, and the hands grab me again, by the shoulders this time. Shaking me. Violently. The back of my head smacks against the hard wall several times. A sharp pain, increasing in intensity. My eyes fly open, and he stops.

He looks angry.

Guess he didn't like that I shut my eyes.

He grips my chin, forcibly, resting the other hand on the wall, just above my head. He lowers his head so that we are face to face, his glare leaving no doubt that my guess was correct. He holds the glare for what feels like minutes, making sure his point has hit home. My chin is throbbing when he releases it and puts that hand on the wall as well, effectively caging me in with his body. He lets his gaze linger for a few more beats before he leans in, all the way in, his head flush against mine. I can feel his coarse stubbles scratching against my skin as he smells me, like a predator.

This isn't happening.

I can smell him as well. It's impossible not to with him being this close. Sweat, soil, mechanical grease, tobacco and something that must be entirely his. Musky. Not unpleasant.

"At least you don't stink"

He's back in front of me in one fluid motion.

I said that out loud?!

I dart a quick glance at him.

The amused look on his face is confirmation enough.

I can feel heat rising in my cheeks.

Those smacks to my head must have been harder than I thought.

The amusement is still dancing in his eyes when he straightens to his full height and puts both hands in my hair, balling them into tight fists. I gasp as he pulls my head back to make me face him, my scalp burning from the strain of the taut hair. Tears are welling in my eyes. Increasing hunger building in his.

A rouge tear overflows, and makes a slow escape down my face.

He stares at it, mesmerized for a moment, before he gives my cheek a long, wet lick, catching the tear with his tongue. He leans back, eyes closed, seeming to savour it. Like a rare treat.

Then his mouth is on mine, his fists never leaving my hair, his grip a vice that keeps my head from moving. The kiss is hungry, possesive. He tastes like sigarettes and stale beer. I scream, whimper. The sounds never escape our mouths, stays muted. Frantic. Pleading.

I can't breathe!

He's claiming my mouth with his. His powerhouse of a body crushing me against the hardness of the wall. I try to resist. To hit him. Push him. Something. My attempts are reduced to panicked squirming due to the confined space. The sheer force of him is overwhelming.

I can't move!

I can feel his own hardness growing against my struggling, making nausea roll in my stomach, threatening to rise in my throat.

No, no, no, no!

He breaks the kiss. I gasp for air. When his eyes lock with mine, the darkness in them leaves no doubt.

There will be no mercy here.