Page 35 of Scarred in Silence
Lucien comes into view, holding a stack of clean clothes.
“How am I supposed to put those on?” I ask sarcastically.
He rolls his eyes and grabs a towel from the towel warmer. He steps over to the tub, gripping my arm tightly, and pulls me to my feet. The scent hits me— Absinthe. He’s been drinking.
He lifts me up and out of the tub, placing me solidly on my feet. My toes curl on the rug, and my ankles feel raw from where the chains sat. He picks up the knife from the floor, opening it slowly.
“Do you trust me?” He asks in a low tone.
He brings the dull side of the knife to my neck. I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t know when I decided I don’t want to die, but apparently, when I’m not doing drugs—I value my life.
“Yes,” I let out breathlessly.
He twirls me around and slices through the zip tie, releasing my wrists. Relief washes over me. I rub my tender wrists carefully, as if I could break them.
Lucien cups my chin, forcing his gaze upon me.
“Are you going to be my good little whore?”
I lick my lips, nervous about answering his simple question. Is this a test?
“Y-yes.”
He smirks.
“On your knees.”
I instantly drop to my knees, trying not to think about the unpleasant memory from the Halloween party. Lucien knows about it. He saw the video.
He unzips his jeans, forcing them down quickly.
I stare up at him, wetting my lips.
His cock springs free, and I grab the base, bringing the tip to my mouth. I dart my tongue out, teasing the tip. He fists my hair and forces himself into the back of my throat. I don’t gag. I know how he likes it. Rough.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but if it’s a test, I have no choice. I have to pass if I want any freedom.
He violently thrusts his hips back and forth. Using my mouth as he wishes. I moan around him, and he releases a deep groan.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Tears prick my eyes at his roughness. He grips my hair tighter, sending sharp pain throughout my scalp. I love pain. Pain means I’m alive.
He pulls himself out of my mouth, and I am met with a firm slap.
I grab my cheek, soothing the sting.
He grabs my hair, forcing me to look up at him.
“Be a good whore and look at me when you suck my cock.”
Inod, opening my mouth for him once more. This time, he is brutal.
I can’t breathe as he forces himself in, holding my head in place. I can’t move. I try to scream, but I can’t. I gag as the tears fall from my eyes. My face is covered in snot.
Why can’t anyone hear me?
He swells in my mouth, and a warm pool of liquid travels down my throat. I swallow. I don’t want to know what happens if I don’t.
