Page 16 of Ravage
“You aren’t going to let this go, are you, Mara?” I roll my eyes, and she gives me a sassy smirk, waiting for me to keep going. “She’s mine. No one touches her, you got that?” My stern words make her break out in a laugh that has her curls bouncing on top of her head.
“She’s yours, huh? And how long is that going to last this time?” She chuckles and walks past me, her shoulder bumping me as she goes. “Don’t worry, no one will touch your precious girl, Kole.” She waves at me before disappearing back down the hallway.
I take a step to follow after her, but an ear-piercing scream stops me in my tracks. A smile spreads across my face as I backtrack towards Sloane’s room. I stand right next to the door, listening as she screams for help. Her screams made waves of pleasure course through me.
“Someone help me!” Her voice is thick with tears; I can almost taste them on my tongue. “Hello?” I hear the jingle of the restraints as she tugs against them to get free. “Please, anyone!” Her words shake with a sob that makes my cock jump in my pants. I decide to put her out of her misery and open the door, stepping inside the room and shutting it behind me. “Kole? Oh thank god! You have to help me.” She squeals and pulls at the restraints again. When I turn towards her, her beautiful face is streaked with tears, and her cheeks are rosy red. Her eyes zero in on me as I stand by the wall observing her. “Kole?” She tugs on her ankles, jostling the whole bed with the exertion. “What’s going on? Where am I? Kole!” Her words came out stuttered in her panic.
“Calm down, Sloane.” I stride towards her, running my fingers down her bare arm. “You’re in a hospital for your own safety.” She pulls her arm away from my touch as much as she can, her eyes throwing daggers at me.
“What are you talking about? That quack of a doctor said I was fine, remember?” Her fists clench against her sides with her anger. “Okay, jokes over, I’ve learned my lesson. Now get me out of here.” She wiggles in the bed, and the old frame rocks back and forth with her movements.
“You may not be sick, but you’re clearly unstable and a danger to yourself right now.” I wave towards her struggling form. “You’re having a mental break, and we thought it best to enroll you here so that I could keep an eye on you.” Her struggling has knocked the blanket off of her body, and my gaze lingers on her bare legs.
“W-where is h-here?” Her eyes widen with fear, and her struggling ceases as her chest heaves with each labored breath.
“Only the best mental institute in the state.” Her mouth parts in shock, and I take that opportunity to lean down and claim her lips with my own. When I pull away, she’s gasping for air, whether from the kiss or her panic. My hand cups her cheek in a lover's hold, and I give her a smile. “Welcome to Wellard Asylum, my Sweet Obsession.” She searches my eyes, assumingly trying to see if I’m joking, but then eventually she sees I’m dead serious. The scream that rips from her chest is the most devastating one that I’ve heard yet, and it hardens my cock almost painfully. I groan with pleasure as she continues to scream obscenities at me, tears stream beautifully down her face.
THREE DAYS LATER
The last three days have been excruciating and mentally draining. I thought I had hit rock bottom when my parents died, but I was wrong. I’ve officially left rock bottom and landed in the pits of hell. Kole visits me a few times a day to make sure I’m still breathing, and then he leaves me here all alone to drown in my thoughts. “Sloane, one more bite.” Timothy prodsat my lips with the spoon, and I open for him, the bland taste of oatmeal coats my tongue. Timothy looks at me with pity as he places the spoon in the now empty bowl. I’ve asked him so many times to let me out, and although his face shows sympathy, he still keeps me strapped to this bed. “Kole should be in soon.” He says and pats my arm before leaving me alone again. I stare at the ceiling like I do every hour of the day. Sometimes I count the cracks that mar the ceiling, and other days I count the bricks that line the wall instead. The loneliness has started to get to me, and I fear that I actually am going crazy. I’ve been hearing my parents voice say my name all morning, and each time it sends my head into a frenzy.
“Sloane…” My mother's voice reaches my ears again, and I let out a whimper. I look towards the direction of her voice, and a gasp leaves my lips. My mother stands next to the bed, staring down at me. Her face is scratched up from the car crash, and blood stains her pink dress that is torn at the hem. “Mom?” I ask, my voice wobbling with sorrow. Another object steps out from behind my mom; my dad's form grabs my mother's hand, holding it tight. The gash on his head is still leaking blood that drips onto the floor below him. “Dad?” My voice cracks as a tear slips from my eyes.
“Oh, Sloane, what have you gotten yourself into?” My mother tsks and shakes her head at me in disappointment. “Such a waste, rotting away in this bed.” Her hard eyes bore into mine; her words coated in acid as she speaks. “Everything we’ve done for you, given you, and this is how you repay us? Getting yourself locked up in the loony bin?” Her hand flies out slapping me against the cheek. The sting stuns me and has me crying out into the space around us. “Stop crying! You did this to yourself, so you might as well own up to your bad decisions.” She continues to berate me and it rips sobs of anguish from my chest.
“Mommy… I didn’t choose this!” My voice breaks while I try to get through to her, my dad looking at me with disapproval in his eyes. “Daddy, you know I wouldn't do this!” He shakes his head and walks to the other side of the bed; both of them crowd me into a small space. Their faces are full of anger and disapproval.
“You used to be such a good girl, Sloane. What happened?” My dad's face drops into a frown.
“You died and left me—that’s what happened!” I scream at them, their eyes going wide with shock, which has my mom reaching out to slap me across the face again.
“Do not raise your voice at us! We raised you to be a distinguished young lady, not some gutter trash whore!” Her words shoot at me with venom, piercing me in the heart.
“I’m not a whore…” I whimper out, my heart breaking at the disgust in my parents eyes.
“So you didn’t give your pussy up to your roommate after a week then?” She raises her brow, causing the cut to drip blood down her cheek.
“I-I…” The words get stuck in my throat that’s clogged with my tears. “I’m a g-good g-girl, I s-swear.” I blubber out, closing my eyes to shut out the rage in my parents' faces. A soft touch brushes over my cheeks, wiping my tears away, and the warmth of the act makes me sniffle.
“You are a good girl, Sloane.” The deep voice resonates in my ears, my eyes flying open to connect with Kole’s icy blue ones. “Don’t listen to the voices, baby; they don’t matter. Only I matter now.” I let out a sob as he kisses me on the forehead and undoes the restraints that have been holding me to the bed. He rubs at my raw wrists and ankles, kissing each of them tenderly. “The only person who gets to make you feel like shit is me, my Sweet Obsession.” His words shock me to my core, and my eyes swing back to his. “You’re finally broken and ready for me to rebuildyou into a more perfect version of yourself.” My head tilts back as his hands cup my cheeks and his lips crash against mine. I’m stunned just for a moment, and then my hands are shoving against his chest, my teeth biting at his lips. “Fuck!” He exclaims, pulling back and licking up a streak of blood that drips from his lips.
“I am not yours!” I scream at him, jumping from the bed and running towards the door. My fists bang against the metal, and I tug with all my strength at the knob, but it doesn’t budge. “Let me out, Kole!” I swing around, and he’s laughing at me struggling with the door. Rushing at him, I slap him across the face, and his head stays turned to the side for just a moment. The eerie quiet of the room makes me anxious, and the way his eyes look when they finally swing back towards me has my heart sinking and me taking a step back. His hand strikes out and grabs hold of my wrist, then pulls me between his legs. “You’re hurting me.” I whimper out at the pinching pain in my wrist.
“Good.” The one word sends shivers down my spine, and before I know it, I'm lying on my back on the bed. “I’ve been taking care of you for days now, and that’s how you repay me?” He snarls in my face, his hands trapping both of mine over my head. “I think I deserve something better than that, don’t you think?” He cocks his head to the side, his knees prying my legs open so his hips settle between my thighs. His other hand tucks up my hospital gown and pushes his pants down to free his hard cock. It bobs against his abdomen, and the pre-come that slathers the tip shines sinisterly in the light.
“Kole, stop!” I wiggle my hips trying to get away from him, but all it does is get him seated deeper between my thighs, his cock brushing against my pussy. “No! Stop!” My scream pierces my ears, but he ignores my cries while he thrusts his cock against my clit, and to my horror I feel the heat starting to build between my thighs. “P-please…” I cry, and a tear leaks from my eye.
He gazes down at me, eyes almost tender as he says, “Don’t worry, Sloane, I’ll make it feel good.” He kisses my neck and impales me on his cock. A scream rips from me, and my hips buck up, trying to dislodge him, but it just gives him the leverage to thrust deeper into me. “Fuck, this pussy is so good.” He thrusts against me, his cock knocking against my G-spot, dragging a whimper unwillingly from my lips. “That’s it, just let go.” He sucks along my neck, leaving little love bites as he goes.
“Please s-stop.” I feel him shake his head against me as he continues to thrust back and forth, his other hand coming down between us to rub against my clit. “N-no d-don’t! I promise to be g-good!” A sob leaves my lips when I feel my pussy start to clench around his cock. I cry for my broken heart as my body betrays me, getting wetter and more turned on the more he touches me.
“Come for me, my Sweet Obsession.” I close my eyes and try to lose myself in my thoughts, but it's pointless because the pleasure filling me has my toes curling against the mattress. I whimper and cry out again in despair. “Look at me, Sloane. I want to see the fire leave your eyes when you break for me.” I don’t know why I do it, but I open my eyes for him. His face blurry behind the tears that coat my eyes, I sniffle and let out a sob as he thrusts harder against me, his fingers going into a frenzy against my throbbing clit. I come apart around him and give him exactly what he wants. I break. I shatter against him. My heart explodes with betrayal while I come down from my orgasm. He ruts against me until I feel his come coating my insides. I go limp against the bed, my mind going completely blank. “Such a good girl.” He whispers in my ear as he pulls out of my used-up pussy. He straightens my gown before covering me up with the scratchy blanket. He leaves me unrestrained; my limbs lie limply next to me. I stare up at the ceiling, silently crying, trying to grasp how I ended up in this mess. What didI do to deserve this? Kole leans down and kisses my forehead, brushing my hair away from my face. “You’re mine, and I hope that you understand that now.” He brushes my cheek with the tips of his fingers gently. “I’ll be back later.” A knock at the door comes, and I hear squeaky wheels as something is rolled into my room. “In the meantime, Timothy brought you some lunch. I expect it to be gone by the time I get back.” He pats my thigh and leaves me alone with the cart of food.
Long minutes pass before I have the strength to look over at the cart that Kole left behind. My stomach chooses that moment to growl, sending a wave of annoyance through me. The smell in the air is pleasant this time as opposed to the bland smell of oatmeal. Sitting up, I gingerly scoot to the edge of the bed, wincing from the soreness between my legs. Sitting on top of the cart is a cup of water and a plate filled with chicken breast, rice, and green beans. I stare at the food, trying to muster up the strength to get up from the bed. A wave of nausea hits me, reminding me that I haven’t had anything but a bowl of oatmeal this morning. Clambering to my feet, I sway as I catch my balance. I grimace at the feeling of Kole’s come sliding down my inner thigh with each step that I take. Once I’ve shuffled my way to the cart, I pull it back over the bed to sit down. Sitting next to the plate is a napkin stuffed with what I assume to be silverware. I’m expecting a spoon to be my only utensil, but what I find stops me and has me dropping it back onto the cart. A fork and knife lie inside the napkin with a wrinkled piece of paper under them.
I look over at the door, expecting someone to come back in and take the silverware away from me, but when no one comes, I turn back to the utensils and grab the paper beneath them. The words seem to have been scratched in a hurry, so it takes me a few tries to understand what it says. When the words finally click, my heart gallops in my chest, and tears once again spring to my eyes.
Sloane,
