Page 56 of Pedal to the Metal
I clench my teeth, stopping myself from making any sound as he makes another cut parallel to the first. Then he moves to my other leg. The more cuts he makes, the more it burns. With each cut, he follows up with licking up the blood.
Smarter than you think.
He lifts the knife to his mouth and licks the blood off of it. He eyes the knife, and then looks back to me, giving me a deranged smile. My skin breaks out in goosebumps. The look in his eyes is the look a sociopath would give. He climbs on the bed and straddles me. He stares at me, making my stomach churn. He uses the knife to cut my shirt, right down the middle. Next, cutting my bra.
You got this.
He moves the fabric to the side so he has a full view of my boobs. With his hand not occupied by the knife, he grabs a handful and squeezes hard. I try not to wince and fail. He smiles, knowing he got a reaction out of me. He lightly runs his fingers down my stomach, stopping at the edge of my panties. He cuts them off before climbing off the bed. He takes his jeans and boxers off in one move. I look up at the ceiling. I know what’s coming.
Be strong.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time, baby. I know you missed this.” Ghost says as he climbs back over me. He pushes into me in one thrust. I gasp out in pain. I’m not wet and it feels like sandpaper.
He grunts and groans with every thrust. Each one is a little more painful than the next. I clench my eyes shut and try to escape to a safe place in my mind. It works briefly. Tears escape my eyes, sliding down the side of my face. I feel his breath on my face right before he licks my tears off of my skin. A couple more thrusts and his teeth clamp down on my boob with his release. I scream out in pain, not able to help myself.
With my eyes still closed, I feel his weight lift off of me. I feel his cum dripping out of me, leaving me feeling disgusting, dirty, and used. He undoes my restraints and I instantly curl into the fetal position, facing the wall.
I feel broken. I hear him pull his pants on and leave the room. I stay lying in the same position— too sore to even think about moving. I think back to the dream I had. It had felt so real. Hawk told me to be strong. I feel anything but strong. I start sobbing and don’t stop until I fall asleep.
