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Finally. It's my first thought when a hand suddenly covering my mouth wakes me from my sleep. I can't believe I've fallen asleep like my Raaf predicted, but I did, and I'm glad. It's terribly exciting - emphasis on the terrible part - to wake in the dark, with your kidnapper's hand over your mouth. Or at least it is, to someone—-
"I'm sorry."
I freeze. I know my Raaf's voice like I know my own, and those words?
They were not uttered by my Raaf's voice.
It's male, yes, but it's high-pitched that screams more captive than kidnapper, and it's that which scares me.
I fight for my life, but it's too late.
My unseen attacker has already flipped me to my stomach, and tears sting my eyes as he straddles me. How ironic, how painfully ironic is it that I needed to have a second kidnapper - a second kidnapper, my God - just to realize that I only want things that are not mainstream from, well, my first kidnapper?
I struggle as hard as I can, but it does nothing to stop my attacker from snapping rings of cold, heavy metal around my wrists. I scream, but the sound is lost, with my assailant shoving my face into the pillow.
"D-Don't fight."
He sounds scared, and that scares me even more. You're more liable to make mistakes when you're scared, and in situations like these, those mistakes could cost lives.
My life.
"Please. I don't want to hurt you. P-Please."
I start crying in earnest. Aren't things supposed to be better the second time around? So why is it so much worse now? Unlike my Raaf, this man is completely deranged; he has to be, to beg me like I'm the one with the upper hand.
"You..." I hear him breathe hard and mutter something under his breath.
Something like-—
'Don't you fucking mess this up.'
I wish I could convince myself I heard him wrong, but I know I didn't, and it turns my stomach upside down. Is he even talking to me or himself?
"Get your shit together, Mickey!"
Oh. Shit. He's talking to himself. He really is crazy—-
"You need to wear a mask."
I don't even know what to think or how to feel about those words. The only thing I'm sure about right now is that there is truly no doubt this time. He really is crazy, oh God, and the moment I feel him pull my head back—-
I scream for help, and I scream Raaf's name. I scream and scream and scream, but all my attacker seems to care about is making sure that the half mask he's fitted over my face is tied securely at the back of my head.
He drags me off the bed as soon as he's done, and by now my voice is hoarse, and my hope has nearly dwindled to nothing. No one seems to have heard me screaming, and I don't want to think why that is. I can't. I just can't.
"Please stop fighting!"
He's actually begging me again, and it's almost making me feel sorry for him. And maybe I would've stopped fighting if I could afford it. But I can't. Because right now, fighting him off is all that's keeping my mind blank—-
Why can't anyone hear me scream?
—-and so I fight him every inch of the way, and I fight him even harder when he finally manages to haul me out of my room.
The sudden brightness is blinding, and by the time my eyes adjust we're already halfway to the steps, and I have my first look at...a boy.
The shock of it makes me unthinkingly desist from struggling, and he's able to drag me all the way up the steps unresisting.
He looks about my age, maybe a year or two older, tops. Spiky hair dyed a cheap shade of blond, and he even wears mascara. How can this child get to my Raaf's boat—-
We reach the lounge on the main deck, and I stop thinking because my mind has exploded.
"R-Raaf?"
Even when he's wearing a half-mask of his own, I can't be mistaken. I know it's him, and he's just seated there on the couch like a beautiful king waiting to be delivered his entertainment for the night.
"You can let her go now."
The boy does as he says, and just like that I am free.
Or am I, really?
Raaf pats the empty space next to him. "Come here, my dove."
"I don't understand."
"I will explain everything to you," he murmurs, "but right now, you must come here."
The urge to yell at him threatens to overwhelm my senses.
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING, FOR GOD'S SAKE?
But the urge only lasts for a second, and in the end, I still find myself obeying him, and Raaf gifts me with a smile of approval as I claim the space next to him.
It's a sexy little smile, and while it still makes my heart skip a beat, it's no longer enough.
"Tell me now, please." My voice, already strained and scratchy from all the screaming I've done, becomes even hoarser as I find myself recalling how terrifying the past few minutes had been.
He answers me with two words, and while I hear them just fine, I'm unable to digest them.
Is he seriously saying that the hell he's just put me through—-
"And it's only just begun, I'm afraid."
—-is merely an extreme version of not mainstream?
I squeeze my eyes shut in a desperate attempt for control. The feeling inside of me is painfully familiar, in the worst way possible. I want to believe there has to be some kind of silver lining about all of this, but when my mind keeps replaying those minutes when I couldn't even bear to think of the reason why no one could hear me scream—-
I thought he was dead!
Dead!
Something inside of me snaps yet again, and before I realize what I'm doing, my lips have already parted, and the words tumble out in a voice that's shaking with rage and hurt.
"Fuck you."
But he doesn't even flinch, doesn't even blink, for God's sake. All he does is stare at me with those eyes that are so deceptively blue like Paul Newman's - they're just so wonderfully blue that it's almost impossible to believe how much depravedness is hidden under its brilliance.
"You said it yourself."
The calmness of his voice pushes me closer to the edge, and I barely manage resisting the urge to spit at him.
"I am both your dream ang nightmare—-"
"FUCK YOU!" Does he really have not have a heart? Why now? Why now of all times, would he throw my own words against me like that?
"And that you believe it is inevitable for you to fall in love with me."
A sob crawls out of my throat. My God. I can't believe he went there. Does he really not care about me at all?
"I want to believe you meant every word you said, my dove."
I can't even speak this time. All I can do is sob—-
"Because if you do, then this is how we shall know if it is true."
—-that my body starts shaking violently.
"And this, too, is how we shall know if I can let myself fall in love with you."
God.
Will he ever run out of things to say that would hurt me?
"You're insane—-"
"If I were, then you would never have been attracted to me. What I am, however, is someone who is incredibly fucked up..."
The way his voice trails off seems to suggest that I asked to be scared out of my freaking brains, and I just find myself screaming again.
"Fuck. You."
"I'll pass for now, but Mickey there, on the other hand..."
Mickey? Who the heck is—-
I hear someone snivel, and I feel myself go pale. I can't believe I actually forgot all about my second attacker, and that moment of distraction is all Raaf needs to make his move. Just one moment of me glancing at Mickey, the boy who's now blubbering like he's eight instead of eighteen (or nineteen?)—-
Just one moment...
And it's all over.
Raaf bends down, and I hear something click as fingers curl around one of my ankles—-
NO!
But of course it's too late.
A subflooring mechanism reveals yet another pair of built-in manacles, and it's now 2-0 in what I didn't realize was an ongoing battle between me and Kidnappers, Inc.
Raaf captures my other ankle, and although I do my best to kick him, I might as well be an ant going against a dragon, and all it takes is another moment before he has both my ankles shackled in place.
Straightening up, he calls for Mickey to come forward, and I suddenly remember something he said before. Something about a punishment that would force me to do the unthinkable—-
Like taking care of another man's needs?
My heart slams against my chest as Raaf bends close. His breath caresses my ear, and my toes actually curl hard. And when he finally whispers into my ears—-
"Your eyes tell me that you are starting to understand."
I start crying again.
Because he's right.
I really am starting to understand, but...
"I'm scared." The words just come tumbling out, and my fears only grow when I hear myself say them. "I'm really scared."
"I know." His voice is gently...uncompromising. "But if you trust me on this..."
My tears spill even faster at what he's asking. Should I?
"And you truly believe that I am what you say I am..."
A dream and a nightmare, I think dizzily, but is he, really?
"Then the end will be worth it."
Will it...truly?
Just thinking about what he's asking me to do suffocates me, but when I let myself think about that end—-
That end which he says would be worth it—-
That's when I feel the broken parts inside of me start piecing themselves together, and I sigh.
Just a small, soft sigh, but it is enough for Raaf, and my heart trips when I hear his own ragged sigh.
He asked me to trust him, and he now knows that my answer is 'yes'.
I do trust him, and it's because I trust him that I still stay still even when Raaf finishes unlocking the cuffs around my wrists.
It's because I trust him that I strive not to let the fast and furious pounding of my heart get to me when I hear him order the boy to take his dick out of his jeans.
Mickey begins to weep, but then Raaf tells him to shut up in his bogeyman voice, and I almost feel pity for the boy as he visibly struggles to contain his childish tears.
"Shall I tell you a story, my dove?"
I find myself nodding even as alarm bells start ringing inside my head.
"Mickey here is a very smart boy. So fucking smart, in fact, that he decided to make a name for himself by stealing from my company." Raaf's voice turns silky. "But now he knows differently. Don't you, boy?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"I usually kill idiots like you—-"
Mickey's shoulders start to shake.
"But because you're young and new, and I've been told you take good care of your mother..." There's a pause, and then Raaf asks politely, "How are your ribs doing?"
Raaf obviously had the boy beaten up for trying to steal from him, and while I've always known he can be brutal, it's an entirely different thing to meet someone he's been brutal to, and the whole thing makes me uncomfortable...in more ways than one.
"Does it still hurt to move?"
Mickey is quiet.
"Do not even think of lying to me."
The boy starts to hyperventilate. "Y-Yes, sir. It s-still hurts—-"
"Good."
Raaf is purring, and that is bad news, for both Mickey and me.
"Because tonight my dove here will make it hurt even more."
And upon hearing Raaf's words, I want to start hyperventilating myself.
"I'm sure you've gotten more than a good look at my dove. She's beautiful, isn't she? Come on, look at her again—-"
I honestly thought Mickey would be too scared to do as Raaf says, but then he actually looks at me—-
Oh God.
"Your dick has finally made an appearance."
I can't believe this boy is able to be aroused and terrified at the same time—-
Oh.
Wait.
I can, actually, since isn't that how I feel with my Raaf?
"Awfully small, but maybe what they say is true, and size doesn't matter as much as most people think. After all, when I think about my own dove here—-"
A gasp breaks past my lips when Raaf's large, strong hand suddenly slips inside my (sluttiest) nightgown, and I gasp again when he starts fondling my breast in front of the boy. I will myself not to react, but of course that's impossible, and I can only bite hard on my lip as I feel both Raaf and Mickey staring at me while my nipples start poking against the slip of silk that barely covers my body.
"Here's what we are going to do, Mickey."
Raaf starts tweaking my nipple, and I see Mickey's truly small member swell just a bit more.
"My dove will pleasure you with her hands—-"
Oh God.
"Naturally, you will not be able to keep yourself from moving—-"
God. Oh God.
"And you'll end up hurting yourself. Maybe even crack them open again. The only way to put an end to it is to cum as quickly as you can—-"
So that's the catch...
Raaf takes his phone out, and a choking sound escapes me when I realize he's setting a ten-minute timer. "You can't be serious—-"
He hits the Start button, and I realize he is serious.
"Tick tock, my dove."
Shit.
I lean forward without thinking, my heart beating so hard I'm once again unable to hear my thoughts. I didn't actually let myself look at Mickey's member that much because it doesn't feel right, but now I have no choice.
I'm not just looking at it.
I'm touching it, too.
Actually wrapping my fingers around something that is not Raaf's, and the moment I do, it's when I realize—-
I'm actually wet.
I can't believe—-
"Have I mentioned, my dove, that I intend to cut one of Mickey's fingers if he fails to cum within the given time?"
I cry out while Mickey just cries...even when his member is still hard within the circle of my fingers.
"Eight minutes..."
God.
Oh God.
Forgive me.
I squeeze and I rub and I stroke. I do it again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder—-
"Five minutes."
Mickey's terror grows, and so does mine...even as I can feel myself also getting wetter.
"Four minutes."
This, I think dazedly, is completely fucked up.
"It seems you two need a little help..."
I look at Raaf in shock.
Does this mean he'll also give Mickey a—-
Raaf, in the act of bending down, catches me staring at him, and I feel rather sheepish when I see his eyes flash in exasperation.
Oops.
I was obviously wrong in thinking he planned to help me with pleasuring Mickey, but if that wasn't the case, then—-
A snapping sound makes me look down, and I'm startled to see Raaf has released my ankles from its restraints. Why would he—-
OH. MY. GOD.
Raaf is now seated under me, and the place between my legs throbs wildly at hearing him unzip himself. I finally understand what he's planning, and oh, when it finally happens—-
He slides under me.
Thrusts inside of me.
All in one go.
And the exquisite suddenness of it makes my fingers tighten around Mickey's heavily swollen member—-
Oh, oh, oh!
Raaf doesn't even give me time to breathe. His thrusts are savage, just so, so savage that they throw me forward, and I end up holding on to Mickey for balance, my breasts mashed against his member. I hear the boy cry out as my fingers tighten around him involuntarily, and when I look up, startled—-
That's when I see the look of pain and pleasure on his face, and it's exactly as my Raaf says. Mickey is hurting and enjoying himself at the same time, and God, God, oh God, how unforgivably dirty must I be that the sight actually makes me cry out—-
And I find myself doing such shameless, shameless things—-
I'm squeezing Mickey's balls as I stroke his member like it's a thing I just want to grow and grow and grow. I'm rubbing my breasts against Mickey's crotch while my inner muscles tighten around my Raaf's member. I want them to feel good, oh God, and when I hear both boy and man groan, that place between my leg starts tingling uncontrollably—-
"Raaaaaaf."
And it seems as if he understands exactly what I'm moaning his name for, with his hand already snaking down my body until he finds that secret little place—-
OH. GOD.
He starts rubbing hard on my clit, and I cry out, my hips grinding down on his length while I squeeze Mickey's throbbing member, and I do both at the same time really, really hard—-
OH MY GOD.
We all start losing our minds, with my cries blending with Mickey's gasps and Raaf's growls while the sound of Raaf's member shoving in and out of me mingles with the wet strokes of my fingers around Mickey's length.
The boy is the first one to cum, and I'm not sure why I didn't think this would happen, but I didn't, and so I am stunned when Mickey ends up shooting his cum all over my breasts, and a moment later, it's Raaf filling my core with his own hot, thick seed—-
Two, oh God.
I have cum of two different men on and in my body, and the thought leads to the most powerful orgasm, my body jerking over and over, and the pleasure is just too much that I find myself passing out.