as he descends. This is hell and the devil has come home.
“It’s going to be a different kind of lesson today, girl. You’re gonna show my baby how to suck cock only this time you’re gonna put some actual effort into it, and you’re going to pretend you enjoy it. I’m sure it won’t be the same as licking pussy, but you’ll pick it up.”
His tone carries a threat that makes bile rise up my throat, and I swallow it back down nervously, feeling it burn my esophagus. I can tell this won’t be pleasant, and though he’s used my mouth on more than one occasion since he imprisoned me, the prospect of actively participating is making my stomach threaten to rebel.
“Farren! Get your ass down here! It’s time for your next lesson,” he hollers.
I shrink away from him when he approaches, although there’s no place for me to hide and no way to escape him. My back hits the cold metal and he’s like a demon, blotting out the light as he moves closer. His presence fills the entire cage, and I already feel as though I’m suffocating. I know that sensation is only going to worsen the longer he’s in here, and we’ve not even started his lesson yet.
My heart thuds in time with the lighter footsteps of Farren as she enters the basement. I can hear the hesitancy in her approach, and I wish the two of us could be anywhere other than here. I’d fight him, but he’s shown very clearly before that he’s able to overpower and subdue me with little effort. His size and superior strength are more than I’m capable of fighting off, and my presence here is evidence of my past failure.
He snatched me when I left the gay club on a Tuesday—Girls Only Night. I’m not quite old enough to drink, but this particular club lets in patrons over the age of eighteen; anyone under twenty-one has their hand stamped at the door. I’d gone there to let loose and get laid. I left alone and was dragged into the side alley as soon as I was out of the bouncer’s line of sight.
I shake myself out of my reverie; thoughts of my former freedom hold no solace when hope is a foolish concept. No matter how much I try to immerse myself in the past, recollections can’t save me from the pain. Memories just leave me lost in an empty dream where the only thing surrounding me is darkness.
Turning my head, I avoid looking at him directly, and as my gaze drops I catch a glimpse of the only light in my dark world when Farren comes into view. I focus my attention on her instead of the man encroaching on me. Her long, wavy, brown hair frames a narrow face, and her pale lips are slightly parted. Begrudgingly, I lower my eyes to watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes before hurriedly lifting my gaze to her face again when I feel my cheeks heat. A ghost of a smile briefly lifts her lips, but when she looks up toward the man standing directly in front of me, it vanishes abruptly.
I can feel the heat radiating from him. He's so close to me now, but I’m reluctant to face him. I don’t want to see the lecherous smile on his face or the telltale bulge in his pants. He has nothing I could ever want. I can’t even summon the will to play along and falsify my desire for him to make this easier. Everything inside me is screaming at the wrongness of this situation.
A hand twisting in my hair makes me cry out as my head is forced around to meet the putrid thing between his thighs. Agony blinds me with my own tears, and I tightly pinch my mouth closed when the smooth bulbous head touches my lips. My retching at the contact is my undoing, and he takes advantage of my open mouth, filling it. My throat wants to close up and deny him entry, but he’s undeterred by my struggle to escape his attack.
The sound of my heaving splutters fills my ears as I gag, over and over again. It does nothing to discourage his determination to make me submit. Eventually, his movements cease, and he pulls me off him by my hair. His palm connects with my face in a vicious slap and I howl, feeling my lip split from