far-left corner. It’s the only type of toilet I’ll ever get. Meanwhile on the far-right corner I have old animal feed sacks. They’re woven, itchy as hell, but it’s the only thing keeping me from laying down on the dirt. If Lucien’s feeling gracious, he’ll give me a bale of straw to disperse throughout the cell, offering some sort of texture. It doesn’t get cold here in Mexico, but it has gotten chilly on occasion. One night I remember I had to burrow myself under the straw just to refrain from shaking.
The wooden door creaks and I look up from my position, nestled in the corner of my prison, to see Lucien entering. He doesn’t speak which is unusual. He’s the type of man who believes his words are entirely more important than anyone else’s. Sometimes I think the man only wants to hear himself talk.
He flips the switch for the floodlamp he put up on the wall. It’s so bright my entire cage lights up. Within a moment, bugs buzz over to it. The sounds of their wings flapping make me want to shiver. Even now after being here for so long, I still can’t stand it.
I glance back over to Lucien and see his nailbeds are stained crimson red. Not only that, the same color is going down his fingers, leading up to his forearms. I pray this is his blood and not someone else’s, even if it means I die here, slowly starving to death. This monster’s life coming to an end would be worth it.
His eyes catch mine and he grimaces while pacing, “I had a small scuffle today. It seems we have trouble brewing, mi mascota. You were lucky I made it back to you in one piece.” I about gag as he calls me his pet in my first language.
“Yeah, so lucky.” I mutter under my breath, loud enough I hope he can hear me. I don’t even give a shit if he can sense my sarcasm.
“Oh, feeling sarcastic I see?” Lucien chuckles, heading to the door. He inserts the key, turns it and comes inside. “When was the last time I let you bathe, mi mascota?”
“Yesterday,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Ah, yes. Thank you for the reminder.” He stalks toward me, his eyes going up and down my body slowly and I know what’s about to come. “How are you feeling?” Lucien asks, and I know what he’s insinuating.
Nervousness settles in my stomach as it sinks even further. Before, I was able to fight against him . . . but not anymore. He barely feeds me enough to stand up without feeling dizzy. “I’m fine,” I reply, trying not to give him any clues on what’s going on with my body right now.
“Tsk, I don’t like that. It should be any day now. You know what they say does the trick.” Lucien unzips his pants and yanks his cock out. He wraps his hand around his shaft, getting it hard as he prepares himself for his new favorite form of punishment.
He rapes me.
It’s nothing new, but he barely did it before. It didn’t happen for a while, but then something changed within him. He could’ve gotten crazier. I don’t truly know. All I know is the way he uses me like I’m his personal whore, and now he’s made me become something I knew I wasn’t ready for.
Lucien releases his cock, grabs me by the back of my hair and shoves me down further on the ground. Nestling himself behind me, he spreads my legs by pinching my clit and shoves himself inside me.
It’s almost like my body has gotten used to the way he enters me without any preparation. Sometimes I don’t even feel the stinging pain. He rocks himself back and forth, in and out of me with no regard for how it makes me feel. He prefers the hard fuck, to slam himself inside me with such intensity that I try to crawl forward for some relief. The sound of his balls slapping against me and his awful grunting are the only things I hear. “We’re going to get this baby out of you soon, mi mascota. Do you know what will happen to you then?”
I don’t answer him because I don’t want to.
He digs his nails into my clit until I scream from the overload of pain. But, just as I reply he releases the intense pinch and grazes his thumb over my clit over and over again