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Rating:
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Chapters:
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88
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Friday, July 25, 2008
3:43pm - Lies
Ryan lied to me. I had a feeling he would. He said I didn't have to do anything today, yet I just got done with one of his stupid clients. I'm covered in sweat and feel disgusting and sticky. My tank even has sweat marks on it. He said, keep your top on, I want to concentrate on only one thing. Then he said, I want you to touch yourself, so I can watch. I haven't done that in so long! I don't know. I started shaking but did what he told me to do. I only inserted two fingers. I could have probably done four, but I didn't feel like it, and he seemed pleased with just the two. I got myself to climax just once. He told me to do it again, but I couldn't. I tried, I really did! My breath just got too short though, and my stomach started hurting. That's when he threw me on my back and just went in me himself.
Since I was in the hospital, it had been a while, and he was thick. I screamed. He got angry. I got slapped. One bruise for later.
"Did she do well for you?" "Wonderful." Then he left. Ryan came over to me. "Looks like you had fun." I turned away and was about to walk back when he drew me to him. "I'm playing around kiddo. You do look nice though with your body gleaming in sweat." He kissed me on my neck. Stop. "Alright. Go on." I ran back here and grabbed you.
Back to business once again.
Just when I put my guard away
It's the same old story
You left me broken and betrayed
It's the same old story
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7:40pm - Anger
If I had the chance, I would kill him right now. I would fucking kill him! Three of his friends came over. They wanted to have some fun. He brought them downstairs and brought me out of the cell dragging me lightly by the hair. We all went into one of the rooms, but Ryan left, just leaving me and the three men. I heard the door lock on the outside. That's when I started freaking out. Then the looks on their faces. I backed up to the door and just leaned against it. They laughed. I didn't care.
One of them came over and threw me down to the floor telling me to get on my hands and knees. I did but fell when he sat on me. He then literally ripped off all my clothes. He put my underwear in my mouth and tied my tank around it. He didn't blindfold me which was fine. I get more scared when I'm blindfolded. Gagged, I can handle. I really blocked out what happened next. I do remember one of them lowering me down on himself and then he kept grabbing on to me making me fuck him. I tried screaming, but I knew it wouldn't work. I just let him do it. I closed my eyes not wanting to look at him. He spit in my face.
When he was done, he tossed me off of him. They ungagged me and all I could do was take in deep breaths. A styrofoam cup was shoved in my face. "Drink." I knew it was a trick, but I did it anyway. I immediately spit it out. I was angry and all I wanted to do was punch the fucking grins off their faces! Men are sick! They like watching a girl being humiliated. Very arousing right to watch a girl drinking a mix of cum from a cup. What am I supposed to say? Thank you, may I have some more? Yeah right.
I know my eyes burned at them. No tears. No fear. Just pure hate and anger. They laughed more. I don't understand what was so damn funny to them! They eventually got dressed and left using the key Ryan had given, one of them kicking me in my side while doing so. I didn't follow them out. Not because my clothes were ruined. I've been naked in front of Ryan, Brad and the other girls plenty of times. I was just being stubborn. I needed to cool off before I went out there and did something really stupid. I didn't feel like getting more lashes like the last time. I knew I would attack him.
I sat against the door which I had slammed shut after the three men were gone. Too much rage even though I knew even that wouldn't help me keep the door shut when Ryan came to see what was wrong. That didn't take too long.
"Kyles?" GO THE FUCK AWAY! I felt the door begin to push open. He knew I was mad, but for some reason I wanted him angry too. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted to make him so fucking mad just like I was. He stayed calm. "Kylie, move away from the door." FUCK YOU! I heard him sigh. Then he was gone. Not for long though. He came back and roughly pushed the door in, making me fall over. I looked up at him. He had the whip in his hand again. I just stared at him. I wasn't going to let him scare me. I was too angry to be scared.
He did pull me up and push me against the wall and just held me there. "What's wrong with you?" I screamed. Why did you lie to me? "You should be used to that by now." It doesn't matter. I hate those bastard friends of yours! I got backhanded. Add another bruise. "Don't say that again. Now what happened to make you this angry?" I pointed at the cup they had left. He looked over at and shook his head. "Grow up." I stomped on his foot although it only hurt me with his stupid shoes on and my bare feet. "Fine if you're going to be like that, then I'll just lock you up for tonight." Fine. He didn't though. I cried. I slid down the wall, he carried me here. Now I'm writing. Still no clothes. I'm guessing he's going to let me stay like this tonight as a punishment considering he took my blanket away too. I'm freezing.
Today was hell. Guess what journal? It's not over yet. Hopefully I just stay here for tonight. Right here on my miniature cot, curled up to stay warm with Ryan glancing over at me every chance he gets. If he's interested then he should just come over here and fuck me. I don't give a damn about anything right now. I'd let him. Perhaps I might even surprise him and take control. He'd like that wouldn't he?
Journal, I think I have problems. I should see a psychologist. Let's talk this out.
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A/N:
For those of you who are also reading A Lost Life which is basically the prequel to this story, I will be posting chapter 4 soon. I haven't stopped updating. It's just taking longer to write than I thought it would. Hopefully I'll have it up by the middle of next week. Again thanks for the reviews! You all are wonderful!
Ryan lied to me. I had a feeling he would. He said I didn't have to do anything today, yet I just got done with one of his stupid clients. I'm covered in sweat and feel disgusting and sticky. My tank even has sweat marks on it. He said, keep your top on, I want to concentrate on only one thing. Then he said, I want you to touch yourself, so I can watch. I haven't done that in so long! I don't know. I started shaking but did what he told me to do. I only inserted two fingers. I could have probably done four, but I didn't feel like it, and he seemed pleased with just the two. I got myself to climax just once. He told me to do it again, but I couldn't. I tried, I really did! My breath just got too short though, and my stomach started hurting. That's when he threw me on my back and just went in me himself.
Since I was in the hospital, it had been a while, and he was thick. I screamed. He got angry. I got slapped. One bruise for later.
"Did she do well for you?" "Wonderful." Then he left. Ryan came over to me. "Looks like you had fun." I turned away and was about to walk back when he drew me to him. "I'm playing around kiddo. You do look nice though with your body gleaming in sweat." He kissed me on my neck. Stop. "Alright. Go on." I ran back here and grabbed you.
Back to business once again.
Just when I put my guard away
It's the same old story
You left me broken and betrayed
It's the same old story
-----------------------------------
7:40pm - Anger
If I had the chance, I would kill him right now. I would fucking kill him! Three of his friends came over. They wanted to have some fun. He brought them downstairs and brought me out of the cell dragging me lightly by the hair. We all went into one of the rooms, but Ryan left, just leaving me and the three men. I heard the door lock on the outside. That's when I started freaking out. Then the looks on their faces. I backed up to the door and just leaned against it. They laughed. I didn't care.
One of them came over and threw me down to the floor telling me to get on my hands and knees. I did but fell when he sat on me. He then literally ripped off all my clothes. He put my underwear in my mouth and tied my tank around it. He didn't blindfold me which was fine. I get more scared when I'm blindfolded. Gagged, I can handle. I really blocked out what happened next. I do remember one of them lowering me down on himself and then he kept grabbing on to me making me fuck him. I tried screaming, but I knew it wouldn't work. I just let him do it. I closed my eyes not wanting to look at him. He spit in my face.
When he was done, he tossed me off of him. They ungagged me and all I could do was take in deep breaths. A styrofoam cup was shoved in my face. "Drink." I knew it was a trick, but I did it anyway. I immediately spit it out. I was angry and all I wanted to do was punch the fucking grins off their faces! Men are sick! They like watching a girl being humiliated. Very arousing right to watch a girl drinking a mix of cum from a cup. What am I supposed to say? Thank you, may I have some more? Yeah right.
I know my eyes burned at them. No tears. No fear. Just pure hate and anger. They laughed more. I don't understand what was so damn funny to them! They eventually got dressed and left using the key Ryan had given, one of them kicking me in my side while doing so. I didn't follow them out. Not because my clothes were ruined. I've been naked in front of Ryan, Brad and the other girls plenty of times. I was just being stubborn. I needed to cool off before I went out there and did something really stupid. I didn't feel like getting more lashes like the last time. I knew I would attack him.
I sat against the door which I had slammed shut after the three men were gone. Too much rage even though I knew even that wouldn't help me keep the door shut when Ryan came to see what was wrong. That didn't take too long.
"Kyles?" GO THE FUCK AWAY! I felt the door begin to push open. He knew I was mad, but for some reason I wanted him angry too. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted to make him so fucking mad just like I was. He stayed calm. "Kylie, move away from the door." FUCK YOU! I heard him sigh. Then he was gone. Not for long though. He came back and roughly pushed the door in, making me fall over. I looked up at him. He had the whip in his hand again. I just stared at him. I wasn't going to let him scare me. I was too angry to be scared.
He did pull me up and push me against the wall and just held me there. "What's wrong with you?" I screamed. Why did you lie to me? "You should be used to that by now." It doesn't matter. I hate those bastard friends of yours! I got backhanded. Add another bruise. "Don't say that again. Now what happened to make you this angry?" I pointed at the cup they had left. He looked over at and shook his head. "Grow up." I stomped on his foot although it only hurt me with his stupid shoes on and my bare feet. "Fine if you're going to be like that, then I'll just lock you up for tonight." Fine. He didn't though. I cried. I slid down the wall, he carried me here. Now I'm writing. Still no clothes. I'm guessing he's going to let me stay like this tonight as a punishment considering he took my blanket away too. I'm freezing.
Today was hell. Guess what journal? It's not over yet. Hopefully I just stay here for tonight. Right here on my miniature cot, curled up to stay warm with Ryan glancing over at me every chance he gets. If he's interested then he should just come over here and fuck me. I don't give a damn about anything right now. I'd let him. Perhaps I might even surprise him and take control. He'd like that wouldn't he?
Journal, I think I have problems. I should see a psychologist. Let's talk this out.
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A/N:
For those of you who are also reading A Lost Life which is basically the prequel to this story, I will be posting chapter 4 soon. I haven't stopped updating. It's just taking longer to write than I thought it would. Hopefully I'll have it up by the middle of next week. Again thanks for the reviews! You all are wonderful!