Horrific Misjudgment

Nothing could be heard, just his labored breaths until… there was nothing. And I... I was standing over him with that same grin, his grin.

No… I didn't, I couldn't. Killing him would confirm or debunk something deep inside me. Something I'm not ready to deal with. I flipped the knife around, where the blunt end was pointed down, and slammed it against the back of his head. Like a tower, he fell over crashing onto the floor with a thud. I don't know how long he'll be out, but it should be long enough to do what we need to. I look over at Derek who has sat up and somehow still conscious.

"We did it." I said smiling. Extending my arm, I offered him a hand up. He accepted with his own grin. It might be because Beldam mangled him, but it did not look friendly, at all.

"Yeah, we did." I don't know what it is, but that bad feeling hasn't went away. It's grown instead.

"We-we should hurry up and get out of here." I said hurriedly. Squatting down, I checked Beldams unconscious body for keys, setting the knife aside. Unintentionally, I found that he was extremely fit, like he used to be an athlete fit. Makes me wonder, would it really be that easy to knock him out? It's a thought, but a useless one for now. I found nothing on him, no keys, no phone, no wallet.

I groaned in frustration, gripping my hair. Derek's presence could be felt right behind me, but I paid no mind to it. "The keys aren't here. He must have set them down somewhere. If we head upstairs-"

"Yeah, you're not going anywhere." He cut me off, a chilling tone laced his words. The dread in my chest ached and turned. I should really stop trusting people, I'm just gonna get hurt in the end.

In my unsteady stance, Derek grabbed me by my hood and threw me across the wet floor. My back hit the sink hard; a throbbing pain spreading over it. And before I could sit myself up, he had already stalked towards me. Grabbing me by my ankles, he dragged me to where the chains were.

"Derek! Stop! Whatever you're gonna do, don't do it!" He didn't stop, he had a disgusting crazed smile on his face. Those hazels eyes held nothing but… lust.

I struggled even harder from the realization. I haven't even lost my virginity, yet! I'm sure as hell not gonna lose it this way, I'll die a virgin if I have to! Kicking and yanking my feet, I tried to escape from his grip. Alas, his hold on me never loosened. There was nothing for me to grip onto either, everything was wet or slick. He finally let go of my feet when we got to the shackles that were bolted to the wall. Grabbing me by my hair, he smashed my head into the hard wall. My vision went blurry, black spots dancing across. Warmth trickled down my lobe. Freezing metal clasped around my wrists behind my back.

"When I first saw you, I was appalled to think some twink was 'The Beldam' murderer." He said in a bored tone. Derek stood in front of me, no emotion on his face.

"Then you told me you are like me; however, we're clearly not. I'm a regular person... you're a pet meant to be toyed with." He licked his bloody lips as he eyed my body. I curled what I could into a ball, hiding, a pathetic attempt to get as away from as I can.

"Humans are built to please; I just take full advantage of this right. I remember the first time; how remarkable it truly was. Her screams and pleas were music to my ears. The power I felt from that moment… was an addicting high like no other. I kept chasing that high, but it was never quite the same. Men and women, so close yet so far." Lost in his nostalgia, he sighed in disappointment. I wanted to vomit from the thought he's done this before, to who knows how many. I'm a fool, a stupid pathetic fool.

"But you, yes, you! You'll be able to bring back that high, I know you can. You're his rag doll, after all." Excitement flourished in his being, buzzing at the mere thought of his meal. Inside, I steeled my heart for what's about to happen. No matter how much I tell myself it'll be okay, I know it's not. I'm not going to be the same, not ever.

Derek couldn't take the anticipation anymore and pounced on me. My chances are zero, but I can still fight. I landed a kick onto his chest, knocking him back. A feral growl rumbled from his throat, angered by what I did. He jumped back in and was able to grab the hem of my jeans. With the fabric in hand, he started to tug them down. I tried my best to keep them, they came off anyway. Sitting on the cold wet ground, I was left in my boxers and hoodie. His breathing was heavy, I could even see the bulge being restrained in his gym shorts.

"It's pointless to fight back, no one's gonna save you. This is what you're made for, so just let it happen!" He growled out, a crazed look in his eye.

"Fuck you! I hope you die a slow, painful death!" I said venomously as I spat at him.

Derek lunged at me, but I kept my feet thrashing against my assailant. Unfortunately, he was able to grab both of my ankles. I yanked and yanked to free myself from his grasps, to no avail. Sliding his hand up my tan legs, he took me by my knees, spreading them apart with ease. A shiver of disgust and fear vibrated throughout my body. I tried clasping my legs together, he just kept a firm grip on them as he slid in between my legs. I felt the grip on my right knee loosen, I immediately wrenched it from him, bringing it towards me to throw him off. He was prepared this time as he threw a punch to my gut. Bile rose in my throat from the shock, the pain blinding me in the process.

I was able to swallow my puke just in time to feel my boxers' slide to my knees. The dread really kicked in then. I've never been this exposed to anyone, not even my family. "Derek, please stop! Please! Raping me won't bring back that high. What you're doing is wrong!" I pleaded to him. I don't know why I begged; I know it's not going to change his mind. He's gone too far; he's done too much.

"It's my right! You will give me that feeling again! I know it!!" He exclaimed hysterically.

Like a starving wolf, he attacked my neck, kissing and sucking it. It was painful, I felt no pleasure from him. His slimy hands roamed my body, it made me want to crawl right out of my skin. A yelp escaped my throat when he bit down on my neck hard, his one canine ripping through my skin. He dragged his nails over my sides brutally, leaving a painful burning sensation behind.

They trailed down to my navel, getting dangerously close to my nether regions. Then, his right hand landed on my dick and groped it. He used the blood on his hands as lube, trying to get me hard. I was only revolted by it, his rough touch repulsed me. It hurt so much I wanted to cry and scream, but I didn't. I won't show what he's doing to me, the torment he's putting me through.

And before I knew it, he pulled away. A moment of relief just to be overwhelmed with trepidation. He leaned back to release the vile thing hiding in his gym shorts. The veiny shaft twitched in anticipation, pre-cum already leaking out of the tip. The moment of horror was coming.

"No, no, no, no…" I rambled on bucking my hips away from the monster. In response, he took me by my waist, digging his meaty fingers into my hips, and slammed them down. He shifted his body closer to mine, avoiding my erratic, shuffling legs. Lining himself up, I could feel the hot tip touch my entrance. He was gonna go in raw and without prep. I could feel him start to push in slowly, it felt like my anus was splitting apart. The length and girth of him were going to tear me apart.

My eyes were shut tight, tears pricking at the corners. I know my mouth was open, but no sound came out. All I could do was silently scream as he tried to penetrate me. He was savoring the way my tight walls clamped around his tip, forcing his way in with his full length. It felt like years when it was only seconds, but it was gone all of a sudden. The pressure was no longer there, only the smoldering ache left any indication of what was. Shuddering in a breath I didn't know I was holding, I looked through blurry eyes as I gulped in air.

The lights were streaks obscured by moisture in my eyes. A shadowy figure approached in my vision. If it were dangerous, I wouldn't be able to do anything. I felt too weak to fight, shivering from coldness and pain was the extent of what I could do. Their hand reached out, lightly touching my calf. My leg reflexively flinched away from their touch.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." They gently spoke. Their voice was familiar and deep, like Beldams. He couldn't possibly be awake, all the blood loss and me hitting him, he shouldn't be up so soon.

I blink my eyes rapidly to get a clearer view. Rich lavender eyes stared into mine and I've never felt such relief seeing them. The smile he always had wasn't there, more like a small frown. Concern laced his features as he was crouched down to eye level.

"I have to go get the keys, which means leaving you here. I won't be long, and I'll still be in the room, okay?" He waited for my response, not moving an inch until. I guess it should be okay, I'd rather have my hands free. Not trusting my voice, I nodded my head numbly.

As he backed away, I could finally see where Derek had gone. The wretched man was sprawled out across the floor. I couldn't see what Beldam had done to him, but he was still breathing. He was alive and capable to do what he did again. I kept my eye on him, waiting for him to get up again and finish what he started. His hands still lingered on my skin, his repulsive kisses on my neck. I could still feel it all.

Beldam came back, like he said, distracting me from my thoughts. He blocked my vision of the unconscious man, dropping a blanket over my exposed half. Every movement was cautious as he moved closer. I couldn't stop my body from quaking, the chains rattling ever so slightly. He quickly opened the shackles, letting my hands slip out of the metal. Blood layered my wrist from small cuts from straining against the rough restraints.