EroticReverie

Mia Meadows 

I’m as clean as I can possibly be. Yet still can feel the cooled thick blood all over me. I still feel like I’m in that bath. Even as I stand there in the stone room. Silas running his hands over my body. A plush towel between his hand and my skin. I’d already argued that I could do it and he told me I’d just rub too hard and irritate my skin further. He wasn’t wrong. But I also didn’t like a stranger touching me. 

My nipples are hard. Not from arousal but from the bath, the shower, the air against them and the way by body shivers with fear. 

He’s standing in front of me. My arms dry. My neck. His hands hold the towel and cup my breasts and I swallow nervously and look away. 

He gently squeezes them through the towel. Then again. I look back to him. His eyes lift to my eyes instead of his hands. He keeps “drying” my already dry chest. His hands kneading my breasts through the towel. 

“Are you going to rape me?” I ask. His hands pause. He shakes his head. 

“No.” He says. 

“Will….your dad?” I ask. Because I knew psychos that murdered probably had no qualms about sexually assaulting their victims. 

“No.” He says and I don’t believe him but there’s momentary relief which is quickly killed as he continues.

“Because when they come to you for your body, you will behave. And give them what they want. And do as you are told. You will be willing ..if you want to live.” He says and his hands slip down over my stomach. 

“That’s still rape.” I say through my teeth. Angry. Scared. Sad. So many emotions. Most of all helplessness. 

“I suppose it is.” He says without any emotion. 

“And you…you expect me to behave…with you too?” I ask and he hums slightly and cocks his head. 

“I do not take pleasure in forcing women. So. No.” He says and his hands move down. One leg with the towel as he squats down. 

“But you’ll force them to stay here.” I mutter and he moves his hands to the other leg. 

“How terrible of me to try to let you keep your life.” He says with sarcasm. 

“If you don’t like what they like, why don’t you just leave?” I ask and he looks up at me. 

“Once you’re here.  You don’t leave.” He says and I swallow. 

“But you’d leave…if you could?” I ask. Finding it even more messed up that they even keep their own family prisoner here. 

“You ask a lot of questions. Don’t ask them questions.” He says and then the towel is slipping up between my legs and I gasp and my hands go to his shoulders to brace myself as he rubs my pussy. Drying it. 

“H-how many people have you-“

“Stop asking me questions. I’m growing tired of it.” He says and keeps rubbing and I feel a slight twinge of something unwelcome happening.

“S-stop” I stammer. Why was I aroused? What the fuck was wrong with me? 

He drops the towel and I yelp as he grabs my hips and I jump. But not before he drags his tongue over my pussy lips and through them with a groan. 

“Stop!” I yell at him and he lays down the towel. 

“Lay down” he says and I step back and shake my head. 

“No” I say angrily and my arms wrap around my body and he stares at me. 

“Lay. Down.” He growls. 

“No!” I yell at him. I wasn’t sure what the hell my body was thinking responding to his touch like he wasn’t an absolute fucking psycho. Like he didn’t bathe me in blood and tell me he’d have to kill me if I didn’t listen to the others. 

“Let me relax you” he says and I shake my head. 

“I’m fucking relaxed” I say. Total bullshit. But no way in hell would I lay down and spread my fucking legs for him. 

“The men always last longer. You know why?” He asks. 

I swallow and step back again and shake my head. 

“Because they give into the temptation easier.” He says. 

“Wh-what temptation?” I ask. Because there was nothing fucking tempting in this place. 

“Beautiful women.” He says. “My mother….my sister.” 

I scowl. 

“She’s fifteen. There’s laws against that” I bite out.

“You think laws are followed in this home Mia? Don’t be dumb. I like you better when you’re smart.” He says and I flinch. My brows pinching. 

“I bet my sister has your boyfriend feeling very relaxed by now.” He says and my nostrils flare. 

“He knows she’s fifteen , he wouldn’t-“

“You saw her….yes he would.” Silas says and my stomach sours. 

“And even if he was the man you want him so badly to be….shed get her way. They always do. He just might not live very long afterwards.” He says. 

“Lay down.” He says and I shake my head. 

“No.” I say again. 

“I truly hope you learn how to do as you’re told before they decide they want to play with you.” He says and shiver. 

“Please let me go” I say and he tsks. 

He moves over. On his knees and crawls until I’m backed up against a stone wall. 

“Do you prefer to stand ?” He asks. His hand grazing my calve and I shake my head. 

He takes my legs and tries to move it. To lift it and I kick it out of his hold and then place my hands over my pussy as if that would actually stop a pervert. 

“Just leave me alone” I cry. 

“I could drug you. Taste you while you’re out.” He threatens and his hands slide up my thighs. 

“But I’d rather listen to you fight the urge to cum on my tongue while I taste your cunt….but I WILL make you cum….they always cum.”