EroticReverie

Eve

More lights turn on as the door shuts, when Ryder and Lazarus leave. I flinch at the brightness of the room, no longer dark, everything is lit up by the florescent bulbs. I can't look at him, and that's fine. Because I don't want to. I feel my tears still tracking down the sides of my face as his expensive shoes, take heavy, slow, intimidating steps forward until he's standing over me. Towering over me. He stands at the side of my head.  Malachi. That's what his name is. 

For the first time I can see his face clearly. He has dark hair, that seems to have been slicked back but now has a rogue piece that hangs over his forehead as his nostrils flare looking down at me. He has bright green eyes. Ones that are so stunning, they could take a persons breath away. If only that wasn't what him and his friends actually intended on doing to me. 

He has sharp features and stubble along his jaw, and he's obviously older than me. They all are. But he seems to be the oldest. Maybe it's because he's in charge, or maybe it's because of the few greys in that stubble of his. Or the fact his face looks more weathered. Maybe it's the slight creases at the side of his eyes or the scar on his upper lip, or the scar running through his eyebrow and down his face on the left side. It's a thin, white line. An old scar. 

He lifts a heavily tattooed hand and my eyes look at it and I flinch as his fingertip traces the large ball gag, his finger dragging over my lips, as he cocks his head studying me. Im too scared to cry. He's been the quietest of them. Was ready to leave me on the side of the road, had zero interest in anything to do with them keeping me until Lazarus and Ryder had announced I was a virgin. My insides clench as I think about the car ride, the prodding, poking, pinching, the way it hurt and burned when they'd forced me to bleed on their fingers. They were right, I was a virgin. Something I used to be proud of, but wasn't sure so much anymore. Infact I wished I'd lost it already, and slept with a large amount of men. Because that would mean that tallest, scariest of the three wouldnt be eyeing me, making me want to stop breathing. 

"I'm going to rape you." he says. 

At first , my mind is stunned at the calm delivery. There's no sick satisfaction in his voice like there is with Lazarus when he talks to me or about me. There's no attempt at intimidation. But I suppose the words he used did that on it's own. 

Still tracing circles around the gag, then down my neck and side to side as he traces over the metal collar that has my head to the table.  He says nothing more and his green eyes come to mine and I look away and hear him sigh as his hands begin to move over my arm, my shoulders, my breasts, his hand strokes softly, sometimes tickling my skin with how lightly he grazes his fingers. 

If I wasn't here against my will, if I wasnt on their list of things to kill when they were through with me, I may have even enjoyed the way his fingers were moving over my skin. 

I'd never even kissed a guy. And tonight, I'd had three men who were hell bent on torturing and using me. Taking all of my firsts before they used me up and spat me out and took my life. 

"They've already tainted you." he says to himself. 

"But the claim to your body will be mine." he says and he stands at the side of me and I can hear the fabric of his clothes as I think he undresses himself. I don't want to look or try to turn my head. I just stare at the ceiling and wonder how different my night would have been if I'd just simply had stayed home instead of going for a walk. 

When he steps back near my head, I jerk because he's tall, which.. I already knew that, but a cock, bigger than the two I was forced to put in my hands in the car, is hanging heavy in front of me. 

He pulls at the latch of the ball gag that is behind my head and loosens it. 

"You will only speak to me when asked a question. And you will only answer my questions. Do you understand?" he asks before removing it. I nod. 

My jaw was hurting already from the size of the gag , so I was grateful for that relief, even though I knew much worse was coming. 

"What is your name?" he asks as I listed to the ball gag drop to the floor. 

I just blink at him. 

"Let me be clear." he says, his voice calm. 

"Answering my questions...is not optional. Refusing to answer them, will not bode well for you." he says and I flinch as he lifts his fingers to my temple and backward strokes them into my hair. 

"Now...what is your name?" he asks. I swallow and open my mouth to answer, open my eyes as I look up at him. Wasnt it good to give killers your name? Humanize yourself? At least, I thought I'd heard that. 

"Eve." I answer, my voice cracking. 

"That's too biblical. I don't like it." he says. 

Um. Okay? I was so terrified, but so fucking angry.

"Once I fuck you. Your name will become V. Drop the e's. Just..V." he says. 

My lips tighten. They apparently wanted to take everything from me. Absolutely everything, even my fucking name. But because I don't want to spit at this man who is about to surely rip me in two with his dick, I just nod. 

He traces the letter V on my collar bone in the middle. 

"I'm going to prepare you to be raped now." he says. My lips tremble as newer tears push to my eyes and he just stares down at me.

He leans down slowly and brings his mouth to mine. His breath is warm and minty against my lips. 

"Thank you for the gift you are about to give me Eve." he says and then his mouth barely touches mine as he lifts his mouth to my forehead and kisses it, my brows scrunching. What the fuck was wrong with these men? I wasn't giving him a fucking gift. He was TAKING it from me. I wasn't handing it over. I wanted to scream. I wanted to fucking scream till my lungs collapsed.  

He walks over to a metal sink. I watch him grab a bright white wash cloth. He grabs a metal bowl, filling it and walks back over. 

" Are you scared?" he asks me, not looking at me as I feel him standing between my legs, and the washcloth hits my skin. He was gentle, my skin was sore around the entrance to where Lazarus and Ryder had their fingers, inside too. 

"Yes." I say honestly. What would be the point in saying no? And what a stupid fucking question. 

" They like when women are scared." he says. He wipes me in the creases of my legs next then I hear him rinse and wring the wash cloth and start to wipe my thighs. 

"I like when women are scared too."  he says. 

As if it wasn't obvious. I have a thousand things I want to fucking ask and demand to be answered, but he's so fucking calm, and being so fucking gentle right now as he cleans me and "prepares" me for what he wants to do to me, that I don't dare piss him off by opening my mouth unlesss a question is asked. 

More wringing of the wash cloth, and he's cleaning my legs, my feet. Then walking over to the sink and changing the water, and grabbing another wash cloth. 

He washes my torso and I feel him wipe at the cum Ryder left on my stomach. 

He grumbles. Gets another wash cloth then continues to clean my torso and breasts, and along my collar bone and arms and once he's standing near my head, starting to softly clean my face. I watch his eyes, as they follow the movement of his hand, as he studies my face. 

"If you are good. I will give you a room. A bed. If you are bad...." he says. 

"You will be put in your cage." he says and I swallow and nod. I'd seen the cage when I'd walked it. It was the size of a large dog. Not enough to lay down in. 

"I will be gentle with you the first time I rape you." he says. I inhale a shaky breath and he watches my mouth. 

"Only the first time." he says. 

"After that. I will rape you however it suits me." he says. 

"I do not wish to ruin your cunt. But....I will hurt it Eve." he says. 

"I am not like them....I do not enjoy the sharing of women with other men. I do not enjoy letting my cock be soiled by a cunt that's already been desecrated by another man." he says and I just listen. Surprise surprise, a psycho has standards, yet, they are still sick. 

"Your cunt is mine till I grow tired of it." he says. 

"I will use it when I want, how I want." he says. 

"You do not resist me." he says. 

"I know you don't want me to rape you Eve. But you WILL always do as your told. Do you understand?" he asks. I nod. 

"When I tell you I'm taking your cunt, or your ass..." 

I inhale sharply and his eyes come to mine.

"Yes. Eve." he says. "I will also be raping you there as well." 

"Please." I start to cry. "Please, just let me go." I beg softly, my tears spilling. 

"No." he says. 

"the next time you ask me to let you go. The next time you speak out of turn. I will cut out your tongue." he says calmly and gives a final stroke of the washcloth over my stream of tears. 

"You are allowed to cry if it hurts. You are allowed to scream if it hurts." he says. 

"but you are not allowed to tell me what to do...with what is now mine." he says. 

"So when I'm inside of you...you will never utter the words stop or no." he says. 

"do you understand?" he asks my body shakes as I cry quietly and nod. 

"No please stops, no please dont do this. Because they are pointless. And they piss me off." he says. 

"Once my cock is inside of you...you will no longer be Eve...you will be V....you will be mine."