I haven’t seen her in hours. My mind is filled with images of what I imagine is going on inside that room. The cameras before me are empty. None of the girls who are in their cells have moved.
But Caia hasn’t been returned to hers. I’m angry that she’s captured my fucking attention so much, but I haven’t been able to focus on anything else. Even River has been in here a few times to check if I’m still breathing. I don’t think I am.
Shoving the chair along the concrete floor, I cringe at the noise it makes. The moment I rise, I see her cell door open and her body flung onto the mattress like a rag doll. Rage implodes through me, simmering in my veins like a goddamn poison.
What have you done to me?
I wait for the asshole to leave her cell before my feet hastily carry me to her door. As soon as it creaks, she opens her eyes wide and watches me. Her long, dark hair hangs matted to her head. I notice the blood that’s been knotted in her locks, and my fingers itch to wash it out, to clean her, but I know if I go near her now, she’ll scream. She’ll lose her shit.
“Are you okay?” The question comes unbidden from my lips, causing me to cringe. Of course she’s not okay.
“Does it look like I’m okay?” she bites back, causing me to chuckle. Jesus, she’s beautiful when she’s angry. Her pale flesh is marred with red welts, and I know she’s been through phase one.
“Don’t mistake my question for caring, little bird,” I growl, stalking closer to her, causing her to cower in the corner. Her small frame shifting, offering me a glimpse of her white panties. She must’ve been changed before they brought her back in here, because those weren’t what she was wearing earlier.
“Fuck you,” she mumbles, her wide eyes pinned on me as I lean over the bed. Reaching for her, I grip her hair. Fisting it harshly, I pull her closer toward me. A tremble trickles through her; goosebumps rise on her porcelain skin. She’s perfection. Pure perfection.
“I’d be happy to oblige you, little raven,” I smirk down at her.
Her lips purse into a tight line, and from the way her body is shaking, I’m certain she’s a virgin. With a fierce tug, I pull her to the edge of the bed, her face against my groin.
“Feel that?” I whisper, a low hiss of a question that earns me a whimper, which only causes my dick to jolt against her cheek. “That’s all yours if you want it,” I tell her.
“Never.”
I smile. I shouldn’t be proud of her, I shouldn’t even be hard for her, but something inside me has awakened, a beast that’s hungry and wants a piece of the sweet fruit on the bed before me.
I lower my gaze to hers, finding her looking up at me. Her face has paled even more, making her eyes contrast against her flesh. Her lips are a soft, rosy color, and I wonder what they taste like. More so, I wonder how my cock would look sliding between them. Deep into her throat until she can’t breathe. Until she’s clawing at me, attempting to push me out.
“Your feisty little mouth is going to get you into trouble,” I inform her, still holding onto her. Strangely, she allows me to keep hold of her hair. I wonder why she’s not fighting.
“Just let me go,” she says then. “I just want to leave, to go home.” Her plea, along with that beautiful pout, is enough to have me shoving my zipper down. I reach for my cock and pull it from its confines.
“If you keep begging, I’m going to have to shut you up,” I tell her, slapping her cheek with the thick angry shaft.
“You’re disgusting,” she bites out, and I’m done. Pushing her to the bed, I grip her throat and press my fingers on either side, cutting off her air. Her tiny body flails wildly on the filthy mattress.
As soon as her lips open to attempt to pull in air, I shove my dick deep inside her pretty throat. It tightens, pulses, grips the bulbous head, and I’m lost in pleasure. Holding my dick in her body, I close my eyes, feeling her teeth scrape the base as she attempts to bite me.
Too bad the little princess will find out that I love the pain. It makes me even harder, throbbing inside her as I slowly pull out and slam back in. This time, the heat of her puke rises. Before she throws up, I pull out completely as she scrambles for the bucket.
Righting myself, I zip my slacks and watch her empty her stomach in the plastic bucket that’s going to waft a stale stench all night. Her watery eyes meet my hard ones.
“You’re worse than them,” she tells me, stilling me for a moment before I reach for the bucket and head for the door. I don’t respond, taking the filthy object to the cleaning room and grabbing a clean one.
Back in her cell, I set it down and turn for the door once more.
“You’re broken, aren’t you?”
Her question halts me at the door, my hand wrapped around the steel handle. Lowering my head, I cast a glance over my shoulder at her kneeling on the floor. She’s shattered, her body still shivering as she regards me.
“I’m not broken, little bird,” I tell her. “You’d have to be whole before you can break.” I leave her alone to mull over my words before I go to my room for the night. I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I couldn’t help it.
In the shower, I recall how she felt. Just those few seconds of ecstasy and I’ve got my cock in my fist once more. As much as I fucked up, I don’t regret a moment of it. If I could do it again, I would.