Pretty When She Cries

Chapter 11

The next morning he took her into the bathroom to let her wash off the filth.

“You’re still all pissy,” he said, glancing at her while he leaned in to turn on the shower. She stood looking at the skin on her wrist where the chain had been pressing. “There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re beautiful,” he said. He put his hand up to her face, but she petulantly shrank from his touch.

“Come here.” He grabbed her by the hair. “Open your mouth, open your mouth!” He used his fingers to force her jaws open. He spat in her mouth. He spat again, then pushed her away. She stayed slightly stooped over, hugging her naked body. She could still taste him on her tongue. He moved close behind her, and took hold of her by the waist. She tried to push his hand off her hip by the wrist, but it wouldn’t budge. His other hand groped her breast, and she tried to pull that away too.

“Why do you keep trying to fight me, when you know how it always ends?” he said. She was aware of his impending body pressing behind her. He reached through her legs from behind, brushing the back of his hand along the folds of her flesh. “You know I always win,” he said, kissing her shoulder. He lifted one of her legs and propped it up so her foot rested on the edge of the bathtub. The shower was running and steam was building up. He leaned her forward getting her into the desired position. It took a couple of attempts, and he entered her cunt slowly from behind. He wrapped himself around her, and cradled her in his arms.

“James?” she said devoid of emotion.

“What, baby?”

“Can I suck you?”

He stopped moving, but kept hold of her. “You want to suck me?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out and turned her around. His face was hard and doubtful. He pushed her down on her knees, and held her face upwards by her hair.

“Are you going to bite my cock off? he said. “Because if you’re considering it, you had better make sure you go all the way through with it. Otherwise your head’s going to split open on the edge of that bathtub.”

He looked at her with his steady, dangerous eyes, that usually made her shrink, but she looked back with steady hostility. She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and swallowed his dick. She held it firmly in her mouth for a moment, and then slowly started raising and lowering her head, sucking him on the upward motion, and relaxing as she lowered her lips down to the base of his dick.

“Oh, fuck!” he said, sighing.

She kept sliding her lips over the the entire length of his dick, licking the head with a lazy circular motion, and playing with his balls, delicately squeezing and feeling them. She slowly increased the pressure and firmly but rhythmically sucked him. He gripped her shoulders, breathing erratically. His legs started to tremble and bend beneath him.

“Oh shit, oh shit.” He sighed and moaned, and made a straining sound as his knees buckled and he suddenly came. It shot to the back of her throat in several spurts. She could feel it squirt right up the center of his dick, and burst out the head. His dick twitched and jumped in her mouth, and she held it tightly, softly sucking until it stopped pulsating.

She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth out. She hated it. But she would rather suck him off, then have him inside her.

Later, he came in and took off the chain. He was strangely coy and affectionate with her, kissing her with small teasing kisses on the lips. “Suck me like you did in the bathroom,” he said. “It felt like you were going to suck my bowels through my dick.”

He pulled her off the bed, and made her kneel in front of him. She set to the task blindly, mindlessly.

“Yeah, that’s it. Hmm. Suck harder—make it feel good like you did before. Oh, yeah. You’re going to make me come so hard.” His hands found her arms and he pulled her up. He kissed her deeply and sensuously, sucking on her lips. “Let me get into your cunt,” he whispered.

“Come in my mouth,” she said.

“Why?”

“I want to swallow.”

“You want to swallow?”

“Yes.”

He stopped kissing her. His face changed, becoming hard again. “You don’t want me to come inside you,” he said. “Fucking bitch. I’ll take your ass or your pussy. What’s it going to be?”

She compressed her lips, bitterly. She kept her eyes locked with his.

“What’s it going to be, Nicole?”

“I hate you, James,” she told him passionately. “You don’t know how much I wish I never went to that gas station.”

He knocked her to the ground with his fist, and when she tried to move away, he kicked her in the side. She curled in agony, and he reached down and dragged her to her feet. He tossed her onto the bed, and she clutched at the blankets and sobbed uncontrollably.

He stood with his hands at his sides, watching her. In a moment she began to settle down. She lay motionless, catching her breath. He sat on the bed, suddenly sorry for what he’d done. She sat up and looked at him. Her lip was busted and bleeding.

“Baby, look what you made me do,” he said, murmuring brokenly. He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’ve got me all twisted up inside. I just want to love you, make love to you. I’m nothing without you.”

He was going to kill her eventually, she knew it. He was slowly killing her. He tried to kiss the side of her mouth. She suddenly twisted her face away. She was insane. Wild.

“Don’t fuck me, try to love me, just stay away!” she screamed. He tried to grab her arms. “No! Don’t touch me! Fuck you! Fuck you!” She struggled out of his hands, and scrambled off the bed. He went after her, trying to grab her. For a short time she succeeded in eluding him, but soon he manoeuvred her into a corner, and grabbed her arms.

“I’ll fuck you!” he said. He dragged her downstairs having to exert all his strength, because she was extraordinarily strong in her panic and rage.

The punishment was severe. He beat her, then she was forced to hang from a roof beam by a single handcuff attached to her wrist for several hours.

When he finally let her down she was weak and broken. She let him take her back upstairs. He chained her to the bed again. She pulled the blankets over her head and broke into tears. He dragged the blankets away and looked at her silently. She didn’t have much strength to cry. The tears trickled down the side of her nose to her busted lip. He covered her over again and she heard him go out the door and close it.

That night she pretended to be asleep, even when he rolled her over onto her back. He kept kissing her lips, until she finally had to open her eyes, because he knew she was awake.

“Do you love me?” he whispered.

She stared at him blankly.

“I have to believe you love me,” he said. “Because if you didn’t I might as well put a bullet in my head right now. Do you love me, Nicole?”

She kept looking at him. She was cold and numb. He kissed her mouth abruptly, trying to make her kiss him. She was determinedly and passively cold.

He clasped her wrists above her head to secure control over her. His other hand went between her legs, and with an abrupt movement, he forced himself between them. He pushed into her body, over and over, with fierce thrusts and shoves. He bit and sucked her face, gasping and panting. “You’re going to give me a baby, Nicole.”

His words brought hot tears to her eyes, and she felt them slide from beneath her lashes and down her cheeks. Her thoughts went to her family. They were never going to find her.