“I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why you think you love me. Because I broke you and then put you back together and made you believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that.""Please. Please, Eric. Don't make me do this, don't make me come back and try to be someone I don't know anymore."“It's time for you to go, Kitten…”Kudo's voice brought me back to reality, “What did he do for you?”I wiped my eyes, wiped away the tears that were standing there, “Everything,” I said with a wry smile, “but has nothing to do with logic and has a lot to do with emotions—revenge, fame, and so on. engagement, betrayal, longing, even love…all of it comes from our feelings.” I stop. "I'm sure you wouldn't do what you're doing without emotion, Agent Kudo.""You've made your point," Kudo said softly, leaning toward me, "but I've been here long enough and have seen a lot of shit."“Why is that important to me? Should it
Where to start?So much has changed between Eric and me.Too many things remain the same.You're still the one who hired the villains to kidnap me. The same ruthless person who locked me in the dark for weeks, forcing me to depend on him, beg him, rely on him until my instincts no longer have a chance to rise. You were the one who saved my life, but also the one who put it in danger. In the end, you are still the one who planned to sell me as a sex slave. A whore.He has his own reasons for wanting to take me back, they have nothing to do with my happiness but just revenge. Do I know why you want revenge? Is not. Trust does not come from both sides. I had no choice but to trust him on a few matters: keeping me alive, feeding, safe, and unless it was him – no one was allowed to touch it. There's not much left, but I refuse to trust him on the most important issue, my future.I guess it's the same between the two of us and the difference doesn't matter much.The important thing is that
Eric still couldn't sleep, but the cause was different now. For the first time since he could remember, Eric felt excited at what the next morning brought. *** Eric's eyes opened in the darkness. That dream, that memory, still lingers. He suddenly felt like a little boy again, afraid of the dark, afraid of the unknown, and alone. It's strange how a dream can be so real. It can control a person's mind and arouse emotions, so much so that it affects the body. Eric felt a lump in his throat; he shouldn't be there, he hasn't been that scared boy for a long time, and yet he's still here. His heart was pounding in his chest and his palms were sweaty. He told himself over and over again that it was all a dream, but the emotions clung to him like molasses. No matter how hard he tried to wipe them out of his thoughts, they were still there, shifting from side to side of his mind, wobbling between the joy of experiencing acceptance for the first time and the pain of knowing about the future.
“Fuck…” An obscenity louder than a whisper came from the other side of the door when I put my ear to it. “Oh…yes baby” followed by a sentence in another language, followed by “open your 'girl'.” I almost fell on the door when my knees went limp. Between my legs, I felt a soft beat, in tune with my heart. Please, please don't be in a relationship with someone else. I can hear the exhaust fan running, maybe that's why he feels safe making that sound. If I hadn't woken up, I probably wouldn't have heard him. Forcing myself to be brave, I pushed the latch to open the door. I squeeze it until sweat seeps out between my fingers. The shower was on the left side of the door, and I was worried I wouldn't be able to see anything if I didn't open the door all the way and get caught, but there was a mirror on the right side, so I could see the image. his reflection. I can only pray that he won't look directly at the door or the mirror. The door opened, just a little, just enough to slip a finge
I leaned back and pressed my palms to my feminine spot, rubbing in small circles, but was afraid I wouldn't be able to get myself where I wanted to be fast enough. I don't want to get lost in pleasure. I want to see Eric. I want to see you on top. That thought made me press harder, the rotations became smaller, tighter, and faster. I felt a shiver in my stomach, then a warm stream spread from my spine to my extremities until finally, I felt my 'little girl' squeeze and release, then squeeze again. Again. I let out a tiny moan before I pursed my lips and bit down hard to block out other sounds. That hardly satisfied me. It was a tiny sneeze compared to how Eric had gotten me to the top, but just enough to force my attention back to Eric. Eric's hips were moving faster, his glutes rising and falling as he put all his strength into reaching orgasm. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on his forearm while gritting his teeth and pushing the giant thing he called 'boy' back and forth i
Eric clenched his jaw so hard he could hear the thud of a tire. “It will be fine, Raymond. I can do it,” he forced out. “Don't bother me anymore. I know what I need to do. That's all I can think of.” “What about the hostages you took? What are you going to do with them?” "Revenge. Normal." Raymond laughed, "There you are, Khoya. I'm already starting to worry. Try to stay sane this time, from what I've heard, they might be useful to us." A strange feeling spread in Eric's chest, "Where are you?" "Very near." "Fine. I suppose I will see you soon.” He hung up, feeling annoyed. Kitten stepped out of the bathroom, looking a little lost. Last night had put them in a different relationship, and now Eric would be the one to maintain the status quo he had created between them before. He put the phone on the table and walked over to his prisoner. She was motionless as he approached, her eyes fixed on the floor and her hands clasped in front of her. Her fear was obvious, but it was also v
Day 9: Dr. Sloan didn't ask why I was crying, and I assumed it was because she realized she understood. She'd rather ask me. “I know what you're thinking,” I say, but it sounds more like an accusation. Dr. Sloan cleared his throat, "What am I thinking?" "That Eric was terrible, that he was so cruel and that I was stupid to love him." She shook her head, somewhat mockingly, and replied in a way that I found very simple. "I don't think you're stupid at all. If I had to say, I think you're extremely brave." I mocked. “That's right. I am courageous. Kudo said the same thing.” There was a clatter of pen as she wrote a few more notes, “So now you have a different opinion. Don't you think your actions are courageous?" "Not much. I think I just do what needs to be done. Eric always said that one needs to do what it takes to survive. Survival is the most important thing.” "Don't you think it's brave to survive?" "I do not know. Do you think the man who cut off his arm, because it was
Johnny tried hard to stay focused on the computer screen in front of him, but as he typed, his mind couldn't resist the wandering thoughts. Yena Ruiz is definitely suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, as she continues to wilt because of her lost lover, who kidnapped and tortured her. Johnny didn't care about his tormentors - not even one bit. All of them are the same. His mother once tried to apologize for hitting him by taking him to the park. The best tormentors can make us believe they feel guilty for what they've done, until we get in their way. But it would be a lie not to admit, at least to himself, that Yena's storytelling ability is quite…attractive. For four hours, he'd listened to her talk about her relationship with Eric, and watched her cheeks change color, her skin pink from what he knew to be agitation. How can you not be affected? Yes, he had an erection, it was painful, but he didn't like it. What kind of person gets "in the mood" to hear a victim talk about being abus