Page 80 of Twisted Bonds
I watch in horror as he pumps his hand a few times and then brings it to my mouth. He then unbuckles his dress pants and dips his hand between my legs again, coating his hand with Luca's seed before stroking his cock with it. Lowering himself, he enters my mouth and then grabs the back of the couch before he starts fucking my face.
"Mm, her mouth feels good!" Maulik says into the phone. "He told me not to fuck her. He should have been more specific. This isn't fucking, it's getting head. I agreed not to fuck her cunt."
This goes on for a few minutes until he quickly pulls out of my mouth, holds his phone between head and shoulder, and ejaculates into his hand. I'm thanking the Lord above that he didn't leave his shit in my mouth, but then he does the unthinkable. He shoves his cum up inside me, fucking it in deep with his fingers.
"There, whore. No fucking, but you still get my cum inside you."He then opens my mouth and spits inside it for no reason at all.
I dive for the trash can and start heaving; all the contents I've consumed today are coming up. I can still hear Maulik's voice, grating on my nerves, so reaching up, I start banging on the keyboard until it goes silent. The tightening in my chest hits me full force, and I begin scratching and digging at the spot, trying to get the feeling to stop. This is how Agent Castor finds me, and I faintly remember hearing him order the others about before everything goes black.
The bright light of the rising sun and a rocking motion are the culprits for waking me up. It feels like I've been sleeping for ages. Yawning first, I stretch and then open my eyes. It takes me a moment to realize I'm in an unfamiliar room.
Blinking rapidly, I rub my eyes, but still see the same thing. So, sitting up, I study the room I'm in. It comes to my attention that the room is rocking, and when I glance toward the window, I see water.How the fuck am I on a boat?
I throw the covers off me and swing my legs over the side of the bed, or try to anyway, but I stop as soon as I notice two things. One, I'm tied to the bed at my waist, and two, I'm wearing a fucking diaper! Okay, it's a Depends, but it's the same damn thing.
I find the knot in the rope tied to my waist and try to untie it, but I have no luck. I glance around the room, hoping to find something sharp to cut it with, but nothing. Spying some familiar clothes on a chair across the room, I try to reach them, but the rope doesn't allow me to do so. I'm only in an oversized t-shirt that doesn't look familiar at all, but the scent of it is.
"What the fuck?" I lift the collar to my nose and inhale deeply. "Brant?"
Suddenly, an all-consuming anger hits me, and I yell at the top of my lungs. Calling out to the little bastard I called my friend; I demand that he get his ass to this room. I don't need to wait long because Agent Brant Castor is bursting through the door wearing a surprised expression in a matter of minutes.
"Ryan—you're awake!"
"Well, no shit, Sherlock! What did you expect?" I ask sarcastically. Tugging on the rope, I glare at him, saying, "You better have a good explanation for this. Oh, and let's not forget about the fucking diaper!"
Brant holds his hands out defensively. "Just calm down, Ryan. It's not what you think…"
I cut him off with an unamused chuckle. "Oh, I'm dying to hear your excuse."
"Ryan…"
"You know what? Just don't—not now. I just want my clothes, and I want to go home. Jesus, what's it been, a day…two days?"
"Months…"
My jaw drops momentarily before I return to my senses and ask, "Excuse me? What did you say?"
Sighing, Brant scratches the back of his head. "It's been two months. You have been here, with me, for two months."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…this can't be! Please say you're joking," I plead as my heart thumps erratically inside my chest. "Please say you did not just take two months of my life away after I had already lost so much!"
Brant looks sullenly at me and says, "I'm sorry, Ryan, but I did what I needed to do to try to help you."
My face screws up in confusion. "Help me with what, Brant?"
"Your demons. I saw what they were doing to you that day when you watched the video. Although I can't blame you. The vile things that Luca did to you and then how Maulik used you the way he did…"
I remember that day as if it was yesterday, which is why I thought I hadn't been here long. "You watched it after I told you to get out?"
"I had to. I needed to know why you were clawing at your chest and making yourself bleed. I'm not sorry for it, and I'm not sorry for taking you either. You're not getting better by being with the Huntleys; that much is clear. So, I took matters into my own hands."
"Take me back," I demand emotionlessly. "Take me home, and then I never want to hear from you again."
"I'm doing this for you, Ryan. Can't you see? I've kept you sleeping, monitoring your dreams and everything. You've been so peaceful these last few weeks. I think it's working…"
"TAKE ME THE FUCK HOME!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
He straightens his back as his face hardens. In a low, condescending voice, he says, "I'm sorry, Ryan, but if you're not going to help yourself, then I will. You'll remain here until I feel you can go home and live semi-normally. Maybe by then, you will have come to your senses and gotten over Bain and Beau."
