I See You by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Read Free Book Online

he wants.
    “No, please,” I mumble around his hand as my head shakes, my body following suit as every inch of me starts to tremble.
    “Ssh.” His whisper is almost soothing, like he cares that I’m distressed. His eyes soften for a brief second as he tips his head to the side very slightly. “Ssh.”
    “No!” I start to cry harder as I pull at my hands in attempt to free them. But he’s strong, too strong. I know I have no chance against him but I’m damned if I don’t try. Opening my mouth, I pull back my lips and bite into the flesh of his hand as hard as I can. He laughs and pulls it back quickly.
    Taking the opportunity, I suck in air and scream as loudly as I can. I’m praying Mr. Ilavich hears me. It’s only when my attacker punches me in the side of the head that I remember Mr. Ilavich is away.
    “You loud little bitch!” he hisses as he stuffs some material into my mouth, both stopping my scream and my ability to bite. “I don’t mind a screamer but teeth are a no, no,” he snarls, leaning forward and biting into my shoulder. The pain is immense, burning like his teeth are made of lava. Pulling up, his mouth is dripping. Crimson drops land on my face followed by a chunk of my own flesh. “Unless it’s me doing the biting,” he adds. The purest kind of evil is looking down on me with depravity saturated in every word.
    The stupid thing is, all I can think as he binds my hands to the bed is ‘Thank God I’ve gotten over the flu, or I wouldn’t be able to breathe.’
    There were many strange thoughts to come during his four-hour assault.
    He strips me with the touch of a lover; a caress hiding the lie of what he truly is; a monster. His hands travel over my skin, exploring my flesh. He tries to soothe me with gentle shushing sounds as he parts my legs. I fight, forcing them to close but he’s stronger than me, pressuring them to open for him.
    Sobs burst from my chest as I lay bare to him. This is so different to how he was moments before when he tore into my shoulder with his teeth. I panic when I feel his breath on my navel, travelling down between my spread thighs. He swipes out, tasting me, and I can’t stop him. He toys with me, bringing feelings I don’t want. I hate my body for betraying me and letting this man elicit any arousal in me but he appears to know how to work my body, to turn it against me. In the most horrific moment of my life, he feasts on me like I’m his lover and the best thing he’s ever had on his tongue, his fingers sliding inside me with skill. I’m repulsed, my stomach twisting with the heat of arousal, but unable to stop my body from responding too. It’s the worst kind of torture. I hate him . . . I hate myself. I know my body is reacting to an action, stimulation, rather than emotion, but it’s still a betrayal, one I’ll never forgive myself for. He pulls the material from my mouth.
    “You’re clenching your dirty fucking cunt, coming all over the place like some cheap slut gagging for attention.” He rubs me roughly and then rubs my treachery all over my face. “Taste what your hungry pussy gave me so willingly.”
    “Fuck you!” I scream, before biting down on his finger. I draw blood, I can taste the iron twang hit my tongue. He quickly pries my jaw apart and I try pulling and kicking to no avail.
    His fist impacts the side of my head, making my vision blur. “No, you vile slutty little cunt—fuck you! I’m going to punish you for drawing blood.”
    The worst part was over, the soft side was more humiliating than the anger, which came next. The pain and brutality of him using anything he could find to rape me with. He hated me with every part of him. His fists rained down whenever my spirit would gain momentum and I tried to fight him off. The tearing and bruising throbbed with such intensity that my mind tried to turn off and take me into the darkness but he wouldn’t allow me to go. He used freezing water to bring me around from the dazed