EroticReverie

Jinx

My face is wet. From my tears. From his cum. He fucking came. In. My. Mouth.  I’ve never been more violated in my entire fucking life. I’ve never swallowed a man’s cum, and I wouldn’t start with a fucking masked psychopath who got off on being a fucking rapist. 

He made me cum. And I, fucking, loved it. That internal admission has me crying and sobbing all over again. He’d licked my fucking brain from my body. I’d lost all of who I am to him the moment I’d pushed my pussy to his mouth. I’d done it. Not him. I’d fucking bucked like a pathetic desperate slut onto a strangers mouth. Not just any stranger, a fucking psycho. 

I cry as I feel the drops of his cum drying on my face. Pulling at my restraints , my wrists hurting and my legs kicking as I try to sit up, but my I can’t. Not unless I dislocate my fucking shoulders. Tears of frustration and disgust and anger rip down my cheeks. I scream for him. 

“BUTCHER!” 

“BUTCHER!” I yell. My anger making my voice crack and I let my body fall loose as I just lay there and cry. How long would he leave me like this? And what would happen if he came back? Would I prefer to just remain tied and left alone for forty eight hours? It must be at least a few less than that by now. Maybe forty six? Forty five? There were no clocks. At least not anywhere I’d seen. 

I came. I had an orgasm , TWICE , because of him. What the fuck was I doing? I shouldn’t fucking be here. And I’d smack the shit out of my friends for dragging me here. Did they know that this would happen to me? That the “tiers” meant shit? That I’d be prey to a man who would force me to do things I didn’t want to do? That I’d be cum on like a fucking rag or made to choke on his cum? God. What a fucking asshole. 

I should’ve stabbed him when I had the chance. I grit my teeth , growing even more angry as I think about him placing the scissors to his chest. Giving me free rein to fucking stab him. And I didn’t. Pathetic. I was fucking pathetic. It would be self defense? wouldn’t it? What did the contracts say about THEM being hurt? Regardless, I didn’t do it. Because I couldn’t. I’d like to pretend it’s because I’d been smart to think about repercussions, but no, I was just too fucking scared. Too pathetic. I wasn’t a god damn murderer. I didn’t fucking stab people. Not even to save myself. I was weak. And he knew it. That makes me even more pissed. 

I suck in a breath as the door opens and my eyes dart to it. He stops. He’s holding a tray. Two bottles of water and food. He’s, feeding me? He cums on my face and treats me like a slut and then feeds me? 

I don’t say anything. I have nothing to fucking say to him. He came in my fucking mouth against my will.  

But you came on his, totally willing. My brain says and I clench my jaw. Rage intensifying all over again. Hating him and hating myself for that fucking orgasm. 

He moves again. Letting his shoulder swing against the door and it slips shut. He walks over to the bed. I can’t see his face. But I know his eyes are on mine and I scowl up at him. 

“I fucking hate you.” I hiss. Because it’s all I can think to say. He doesn’t care. I know he doesn’t. It probably turns him on that hate him and this place. He fucking loves it. He loves that I don’t want to be he. He loves torturing me. He loves me crying. He said so himself. 

“Youre a sick fuck, and I fucking hate you, I hope you burn in hell.” I say as angrily as I can manage as my voice wavers with the tears thrusting in my eyes once again. 

He says nothing and then sets down the tray. 

“No! Get away from me!” I scream as he lifts a knee to the bed and pauses. 

“Don’t touch me!!” I scream. 

But his hand goes to the restraints and I shut my mouth. Looking up. Watching his tattooed fingers work me free and I yank my wrists back to my body and roll over and away from him and jump onto the floor and turn to face him. 

“Leave me alone” I say. He’s not moving and not speaking. It’s infuriating and creepy and I look to the bathroom.  

“Clean yourself up Mouse.” He says. I snarl. 

“I am! I was going to! I’m not doing it because YOU are telling me to.” I say. God I sounded like a child. He just gives a silent nod and lifts his large hands up in a mock surrender. 

“Fuck you Butcher, FUCK. YOU.” I hiss as I run naked to the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me. 

——

He’s patient. Too patient. After I cleaned myself up. I grabbed a towel. A plush black one and wrapped it around me, closed the toilet lid and sat down. Just staring at the door. 

I know he’s out there. Sitting. Waiting for me. He doesn’t call for me. Doesn’t knock on the door. He’s silent. There no movement or sound from the other side of the door. It’s dead silent. I don’t even hear the footsteps of others in the house. I wonder if they’re elsewhere, in the woods or the other houses on the property. Or if they’re having silent bathroom standoffs with Their captors too. 

My stomach rumbles and I feel a small hunger pain twist my stomach. We were told we’d only get three meals each day during the “safe” periods. Which I assume were a lie as well. But it wasn’t breakfast time. Yet he brought me food. I assume it was for me anyways. I’ll probably walk out and see nothing but crumbs and two empty water bottles. No. I wasn’t walking out there. I was staying right here. Fuck him. I’d sit here for two god dam. Days and starve. I look up. Remembering he told me there were cameras in here. I scowl at it. I huff and stand and crawl onto the counter and stand on it as I put a washcloth over the camera. 

Surely he can hear me moving. Or see what I’ve just done. If he’s watching. He’s definitely watching. The fucking creep. 

But he still says nothing. And there’s no movement. 

I slide off the counter and onto my feet and look around. There’s no more cameras. 

I look to the floor and slowly lower myself to the floor and crawl the few feet to the door. Letting my body swing to the side along the wall as I lower my head and try to peek under the tiny space between the bottom of the door and the floor. As soon as I see two big black boots in front of the door , I squeak and lift my head at the same the door opens. My surprise has me falling right onto my side and my hands and feet scramble me backward in a pathetic half naked crab walk as the towel comes undone and only drapes now over my breasts and part of my stomach. 

“Are you done being mad with me Mouse?” He asks as I look up at the tower of a man. His audacity has me furious. 

“Not even close.” I snarl at him. 

“Hmmm. I figured.” He says and then lifts both hands. They grab the top of the doorframe like it’s nothing and his broad shoulders flex. He’s at least got a god damn shirt on now. No monster should have the body this man does. It wasn’t right. Nor fair. If he wasn’t a fucking lunatic , I’d drool all over myself looking at him. I bet his face was infuriatingly perfect too. Just like the rest of him.  An unexpected zip of arousal slips through my disgust and reminds me of his mouth on my body. Those hands on me. His cock. Jesus. His cock was…pierced. I’d felt it. Seen it. On my lips. Both sets. 

“Would you like to stay in here and pout a little more or would you like to have something to eat?”  He asks as his elbows rest on the sides of the door frame. His mask looking down at me. 

“Fuck you Butcher” I hiss. He laughs. He fucking laughs. And it pisses me off. Because of course it’s a game to him. A joke. 

He reaches behind him and grabs a shirt that’s tucked in his back pocket. He tosses it gently onto my lap. It drapes over my exposed pussy and upper thighs. 

“Quit tempting me to tie you back up onto my bed. And put some clothes on you little tease.” He taunts and my teeth are going to fucking break from how hard I’m clenching them. 

“Unless…you want to be tied up…did you enjoy that little mouse?” He asks and I can hear the smug fucking satisfaction in his tone. 

“Being assaulted? No. No I didn’t enjoy that.” I growl. 

He laughs again. And I swear it makes me want to crawl up him and rip his vocal cords out. 

“You have about ten seconds before I take you back to bed and remind you just how much you enjoyed my mouth on your body you little liar.” He says and turns and walks away from the door. 

“Eight seconds” he says in a deep low tone that almost fucking …playful? Fuck this guy. 

I yank the shirt up , scoffing at the fact it’s one of his “work shirts” and pull it on over myself and stand.  With the name BUTCHER across my upper back. 

I push up off the floor. Leaving the towel and letting the shirt fall nearly to my knees as I leave my bathroom standoff for the promise of food. 

He sits on the bed and then gestures to the chaise style chair and the small table he’s pulled in front of it to set the platter on.  

The man brought me a charcuterie board. 

I look to him and back to the tray and chair. Back to him. He just sits on the edge of the bed and gestures with his hand again. My nostrils flare and I walk over and look down at the board of meats , cheeses, grapes, apricots. Crackers and bread with little small servings of jam in adorable little dishes. No. No Jinx. You will not me schmoozed by adorable jam dishes you fucking idiot. My stomach rumbles. He probably fucking poisoned it. 

“Did you poison it? Put drugs in it?” I ask. 

“No. Would you like me to?” He asks and I can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or if he’s fucking serious. 

“No Butcher. I would not like for you to drug me.” I say. He’s silent. 

“Butcher..” I say as I look at him. Did he fucking drug the food?

“There’s no nefarious additives in the food Jinx. Sit down. Shut up. And eat.” He says and I scoff. 

But I do sit. And I do eat. I don’t look at him as I take the offering. I nibble on this and that and drink one water down before I’ve even eaten much at all. My stomach rumbles greatfully as I feed myself the best god damn charcuterie board I’ve ever had. I almost open my mouth to thank him. But shove it full of a cracker covered in spreadable cheese with an olive ontop. 

I almost forget he’s even there as I continue to eat. When I’m full , I pick slowly and take smaller bites and the look at him. 

“I’m going to eat your pussy now.” He says. 

I nearly choke on the crumbs of the bite I just took. 

“No you’re not” I say shaking my head. 

“Yeah. I most definitely am.” He says and stands and I lean back on the chaise. 

“I don’t want you to” I say shaking all over again. The calm I found while stuffing my face is long gone. 

“Let’s get a few things straight Mouse” he says as he swipes the small table and I yelp as the remained of the food and my finished water bottles crash onto the floor and the table on its side. I whimper as he leans over. Placing his hands on the back of the chaise , me in the corner at the end. Backed up and trembling. 

“I will eat your cunt. Whenever the fuck I want it. And I want it. Right now.” He growls and I shiver.  

“Second, so do you Mouse. You want that little thing licked. I know you do. Because I know you don’t fake a single bit of the little slut you were for it when I put my mouth on your wet little pussy and made you cum.” 

“Now….this time. You’re REALLY gonna feed it to me.” He says and grabs me and pulls me off the chaise as I yelp and he swings himself onto the chaise and pulls me ontop of him. Forcing me to straddle him. 

“I fed you.” He says and turns his mask to the food all over her floor. 

“Now, it’s your turn to feed me. And Jinx?” He groans and I swallow. 

“W-what?” I ask. Shaking. Fucking trembling. 

“I’m fucking starving.” He growls.