Page 59 of Red Rabbit
I whimpered and struggled, fighting hard to avoid the edge. Never in my life did I try so hard not to come but the edge continued to rush towards me and I screamed.
“No, no, no—I’m going to—stop!” I pleaded and struggled as I tried to dislodge him before he could make me come. He stopped right at the edge and I sagged against the cuffs, gasping around my sobs. He stepped away and I forced my arousal down, trying to think of anything but how he was about to make me come. He came back and I heard the snick of a knife. My head shot up and he saw the terror in my eyes.
“Ah, you know what this means,” he said, amused.
“Ple—ase,” I gasped. I was crying so hard my body shook. He traced the knife down my skin and I shivered. The knife dug into my skin as he made a cut over my breast, near the freshly healed one from Roger and I jerked and cursed him.
“Fuck you,” I cried out. He slapped me for my mouth and then made two more deep cuts across my chest. The pain flared as the blood slid down my skin. He rubbed his fingers through it and wrote something on my chest.
“My dirty little whore,” he said, then touched my clit, making me jump and the arousal began to build again.
“No—” I whined, twisting in the restraints.
Paxton pulled his fingers away and knelt down in front of me. He hovered the knife over my lower abdomen.
“Fuck—please—no—fuck you!”
I thrashed and screamed and cursed him viciously. He looked up at me as he brought the knife to my skin and then my cursing turned to sobs and he dragged the knife into my skin. I screamed until I wasn’t sure I could anymore. He smeared the blood over my pussy and started fingering me again.
“Come for me, Rabbit,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
His other hand found my clit and before I knew it the edge was roaring towards me and pain exploded through my body. I fell into a darkness filled with torment and I screamed and thrashed as the orgasm broke me apart. I blacked out and when I came back down to reality, I threw up at my feet and gasped for air.
My throat felt raw.
I was having a breakdown.
I couldn’t catch my breath. I was drowning.
I must have looked inconsolable because he released my hands and I collapsed in a heap on the ground. When he came towards me I tried to move away. I couldn’t do this anymore. I knew nothing but agony. This was so beyond anything that could be real. There was blood everywhere.
The cuffs were still around my bloody wrists as I crawled across the floor. The only thought in my mind was to get away. He knelt down and grabbed my hair, pulling me to face him.
“Only day two and you broke,” he said tsking in disappointment. He dropped me and I crawled away from him, except my body wasn’t working properly. I turned my head and watched him through my tears as he grabbed a switch from thetable and advanced on me. I scrambled backwards and tried to make it to the door.
“No, no, no…” I don’t know what I was saying.
He was going to kill me.
I knew on a visceral level that he was going to kill me.
He yanked me back by the leash and I fell into the trail of blood I’d made across the floor. I screamed as the first hit from the thin switch landed on me. I tried to get away but he put the leash under his foot, trapping my head on the ground. I screamed until I didn’t think I was making any sound and I curled into a ball as the stick struck me everywhere.
I blacked out again. When I came back, I heard other voices. I couldn’t make them out. I couldn’t see properly and the pain made my head fuzzy. Darkness pulled me away.
Water was hitting me. I was in the showers. The water was making things worse and I struggled and screamed as it hit my body. I saw blood running down the drain and collapsed again.
The next time I woke up, I was back in my cell, laying near the door. I tried to move and moaned as pain shot through my body. My wrists were bandaged with gauze and I slowly pulled up my dress to look at my body and I burst into tears.
I was cut deeply in multiple places and the switch made angry red lines all over my body. Two of them were so deep they cut down almost all the way into the muscle creating deep gashes over my hip. They’d tried to bandage those but I could see the blood seeping through.
I lay down again and tried to calm down but it was no use. Every breath hurt and my mind was overrun with agony. I lost something, myself maybe, and I didn’t know if I could ever get it back.
I never knew what being broken would feel like but I knew now.
I wanted to die. Except I didn’t have the energy.
A few hours later, somewhere through the fog I thought I heard my name. No one called me by my name here. I looked towards the bars, trying to open my mouth and call back but I’m not sure if any sound came out. It was like wading through mud. I saw a shadow cross in front of my cell.
