To Become

10:06pm - Tortured

Ryan pulled us out around 4 today. That's extremely early, but he said that he wanted to give us time to go over everything and to get Sara started as well. We went back into the same room and he cabled the camera to the television. He turned both on and pressed play. We watched the whole thing at least five times, him having me tell him what I thought I did wrong, him having Sara tell me what she thought I did wrong as well as telling me how it felt, Ryan had me tell him how I felt about it, and then he told me exactly what I did wrong. It was a lot.

First he said that I was too sloppy about it and needed to make it slower so Sara could receive ultimate the pleasure. She kept looking down this whole time. He had us take our clothes off as soon as we got in the room, so we were both already undressed when he told me to go down on her again and to lick slowly. "Pretend you're licking ice cream in a cone." I blinked. "Seriously. You want to savor the ice cream, so you take long slow licks with your tongue. Now you want to savor Sara. Do the same." That's disgusting Ryan. "It's actually not at all." Yeah, and thanks to you, I'm never going to be able to eat ice cream again. "We don't keep ice cream here anyway." And I never really did like it. The only type I would eat was strawberry. Casey got me hooked on it from this small shop near the park. "Okay then. I have an idea." I don't like it when you say that. Ryan just laughed, and Sara looked at him strangely. He left the room making sure to lock it before he continued on his way.

When he got back, he had something in his hand and told Sara to lay back. "This here is strawberry flavored." That means nothing to me at all. What is it? "It's lubricant darling." I thought that you only used that stuff with guys. "It can also be used with toys, fingering, fisting, and to give a different taste so you, my little Kylienna, will stop complaining." He grabbed my hand and put some on my fingers. "Now all you do, is rub it around the vagina and a little on the inside. Make sure to keep enough on your fingers, too, so they slide in easier." I thought you just wanted me to use my mouth. "Well yes that too, but lube her up so you have the strawberry flavor when you do."

I looked at Sara who was just lying back, not moving at all. I could tell she was tense again. When I touched her to spread it on, she jumped slightly. Ryan laughed. "Sorry Sara. I forgot to warn you that it would be cold at first." Ryan, leave her alone and shut up. I'm trying to concentrate here. He then slapped my arm playfully, and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Save that for her sweetheart." I gave him the evilest look I could summon at the time. He just smirked, the bastard.

Once that was done, and I had used my fingers some like he had said, I went down and used my tongue. It was a lot better with the strawberry taste. "Now remember to use your tongue like you're licking ice cream." So I widened my tongue and took slow, long licks up and down the area. Ryan actually complimented me. "Good job. Now keep doing it just like that." I did for a little while and then he stopped me. I didn't mind him stopping me one bit. I sat up and looked at him and wiped my mouth without even thinking. He gave me a stern look. Sorry. He just sighed and said it was fine that time and not to forget again.

The next thing he told me to do, I plain out refused. No way! I'm not doing that, and you can't make me! "Actually I could, but it would hurt Sara more than you when I did it, so don't tempt me." I'm not doing it! He put the camera down, which he had once again brought in to record us, and picked me up. Put me down dammit! "Kylie listen!" NO! He was getting irritated, but there was no way that I was going to act like I was fucking her! He wanted me to what? Get on top and rub my body against hers? He called it frottage I think. Well that was just completely wrong in so many ways. I really hate it that he's so much taller than me.

I kept pulling away from him and finally he just let me, and I fell. He picked me up and placed me right on top of Sara whose eyes were literally screaming. I could feel her pulse racing. She was about to pass out. Ryan wouldn't care if she was passed out or not, as long as I did what he told me to do. He put his hands on my hips and started moving me back and forth on Sara. I screamed. RYAN STOP IT! STOP IT! YOU'RE A FUCKING BASTARD AND I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING STOP ALEADY AND LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE! It didn't faze him at all. He just kept doing what he was doing. Sara was gone already, and I officially started crying, tears of complete anger, but I let loose my whole body and just let him move me like I was a puppet.

I remember him rolling me off of Sara. I was staring at the opposite wall while he was on his knees next to me. "I told you I could make you, didn't I?" I didn't answer, but I sat up. "Kylienna!" I lost it. I turned around to him and backhanded him. I ran to the corner of the room and curled up, but he never followed. He picked Sara up and dressed her carefully. He seemed too calm to me. I still can't believe I hit him even now. Not after what happened last time. He unlocked the door and then locked it again behind him as he left the room with Sara.

It was about thirty minutes maybe before he came back. I heard the lock click and the door open gently. The locked clicked again. Trapped like before. I was stilled curled up in the corner. I hadn't moved at all. I heard his footsteps coming toward me and my hands went over my head to protect it from the blow. It never came. I heard him sit down in front of me, and he pulled me to him and held me for a little while. I was terribly confused. Until he spoke. There was definitely deadly venom coming out of his mouth. It struck fear through every part of my body until I froze.

"Your punishment isn't even going to be near what it was last time. You NEVER tell me what the FUCK to do. When I tell you to do something, you FUCKING do it. Another thing, if you EVER hit me again, these little hands of yours might just disappear."

I couldn't say anything at all. He was serious. Very serious. I knew he would do it, too. He pushed me off of him and told me to get dressed. I grabbed you because I knew if I didn't have you, I would really find some way to end my life. And that is NOT figuratively speaking. Ryan took me upstairs to his room. I feared he was going to throw me in the closet again, but instead, he told me to sit on the bed. I did and he walked to the other side of the room and picked something up. He threw it across, aiming right towards me. I ducked and screamed.

All I heard next was crashing. He even knocked over the lamp and it shattered. I was crying again just whispering for him to stop, but it was too quiet, I'm sure he couldn't hear it over the noise he was making.

He came over to me and threw me down on to the floor. I landed on top of the broken lamp and a glass piece went into my leg. It didn't hurt that bad, I just winced. He put his foot on me and turned me over to where I was laying flat on my stomach. I shut my eyes so the lamps pieces that were under me wouldn't scratch if he decided to move me quickly. He pulled my arms and placed them behind my back. They weren't tied, but I didn't dare move them. He knew I wouldn't either. I just heard him pacing. He left the room suddenly and came back just a minute later. I hadn't moved. I felt him pressing something against my arms which were bare since he had given me a tee to wear this morning. Whatever he had pressing against me was sharp. Then it dug in, fast and deep. I did scream.

I heard the door open and then Greg's voice. "Be careful with those. Don't put them in too deep." I felt Ryan playing around with the needle and I seriously thought I was going to faint. Greg came over and sat down next to my feet. I felt him pick them up and place them in his lap. Then the needle went in my leg. All I could think was, Oh God! Greg is doing it too. I screamed, struggled, begged and bled. This was nothing but pure sadistic torture. He was right. It was a lot worse than last time. 100 times worse. Ryan told Greg to get Brad and Jason. They were up just a minute later and all of them were now holding me down. Greg took one leg and Jason took the other. Ryan and Brad had my arms. I don't know how many needles they inserted but I was at the point to where all I wanted to do was die.

When they finally stopped, Ryan stood up and took something out of the drawer in the nightstand. Brad grabbed on to my hips as Jason and Greg held to my ankles. Then agonizing pain when something hit my feet. Ryan started to do a little rhythm with it, and randomly, he brought whatever it was down hard. My breathing was struggled. It felt like it went on for hours and hours. I guess I finally passed out from the pain.

When I woke up, I was on Ryan's bed, lying on my back. The needles were out, but everywhere still hurt. Ryan was lounging on his side of the bed just reading a book. He saw I had woken up and left the room. I heard him calling for Brad and Greg, and then they all appeared in the room. Ryan helped me up, and they brought me back in "that" room. The room I was in when they first brought me here. The dark room. The nightmare room is what I called it. I whimpered, but I couldn't move at all.

There was this table in there. The same one that I had been strapped to a few times when Ryan was training me. I was strapped back on to it, and then Brad placed some sort of hood over my head. I knew my heart was jumping out of my chest. It had to of been. Then there was freezing cold water dumped over my head. I started coughing and I couldn't breathe. The water was going into my mouth and my nose. I was drowning. They were drowning me! Then it stopped. I felt a hand over my wrist, and then a second later, more water was poured over. This happened about four times when I heard Greg telling Ryan to stop. The hood was taken off and they just left me there.

When the door opened again, Ryan came in and unstrapped me, and then carried me back downstairs. He put me in bed not bothering to change the wet clothes I wore into dry ones. When he left, I got you out. Today was not a good day. It was terrifying and I never want it to happen again. I'm freezing right now. Sara was with someone when Ryan brought me back down, so she has no idea what happened yet. She should be done soon. I hope so. It's just about 10 anyway.

Ryan stayed downstairs. He's sitting at the table looking over some papers. He hasn't looked at me at all.

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A/N:
This chapter is dedicated to my sensei since I won't be able to talk to her until this weekend. I love you!

For everyone else - thanks for reading and don't forget to review.