A Crown of Thorns

Chapter Two - Please!

Fingers tore into my chest as the man before me ripped the tattered shift with the dirtied layers that fell around my ankles. His grip was rough as he took my breasts within his grasp and seamlessly kneaded the sensitive skin. I flinched from his touch as he took the hardened peaks within his mouth and swayed the n****e against his tongue. His saliva was warm as he pressed his abdomen into me, his weight hurt as the breath was forced from my lungs where it dissipated within the air as if it never existed. Tears welled from my eyes as he bit down as if the lack of response irritated him.

“Ah!” I cried out as I wriggled from under his weight.

His long silver hair brushed against my stomach as he lowered his weight into me. I flinched from disgust as his touch made my skin crawl, my eyes sought the open door that separated me from freedom and yearned to feel the foreign grass beneath my feet, I vaguely remembered the soft texture of the vegetation as the sprouted ends grazed against my once child-like knees. I bit down on my lip as the man above me dispersed my thoughts, pulling me from the sanctuary that made up my distant childhood memories, it was my only escape, the only thing that grounded me to reality.

He pried my knees apart as he buried himself between my thighs, his erect member pressed against the flesh, the head grew moist as I glanced down in a panic. He had threatened to pierce me with his member in the past but today was different, his words were no longer a threat but a certainty. I struggled against him as he observed my movements intently, his eyes glazed over as he pushed forward, parting the lips, and pressed into an entrance I had only recently grown aware of.

“No!” I shouted as I thrust my fists into his bare chest.

“If you want to be treated better, Cerealia, then keep that pretty mouth shut!” he snapped as he thrust his hips forward, violating my privates.

“Ugh!” I cried out as a searing pain shot through me.

Blood pooled between my legs as he withdrew his member, the thickened shaft was bloody as streams of pre-c*m seeped from the head. His eyes grew ablaze as he forced his way forward and further in, parting my walls as he raped my insides. My abdomen clenched uncomfortably as I clawed at his chest until his blood coated my fingertips, I hated what he was doing to me, I hated the pain, the torture, as he abused what he saw as his.

I was his property, a thing he often abused, only now I was tainted in his defiling scent, his member pulsated through me as his pace quickened, his climax nearing as I withdrew from reality. I grew limp within his arms as I accepted my fate, my palms grew cold as they fell to my side, as if a corpse lay beneath the man who towered above me. His smirk grew sickening as he thrust a final time with his semen spewing deep within me, coating my womb as his limbs quivered from excitement.

My head lulled to the side as I absentmindedly glanced towards the exit that beckoned me, my feet pleaded to fall before me and seek the moon that I so desperately sought, to reveal in the illuminated rays and bask in the night sky. Tears of blood flooded from my eyes and pooled down my cheeks, staining the man’s hands as he pulled my doll-like face back toward him. I gazed past his silver eyes, looking past him, and willed my vision to fade and for the night to consume me so I could no longer live through the suffering.

I want to die, I thought bitterly.

“You’re such a beautiful doll, Cerealia,” he said in a gentle tone as he kissed my temple.

My cheeks burned from hatred as I pressed my feet into the steel bed from under me, the chains that bound me to the heavy frame clattered, as if displaying my defiance. His lips formed into a fearsome frown as I diverted my eye and focused on the faded lines etched within the plaster before me. I had long since forgotten the days that passed, the ticks on the walls intimidated me, displaying the years of sorrow I was meant to endure as the man above me, starved, abused, and hid me away in darkness until it was all I knew.

Kill me, I wanted to plead and yet I was afraid to speak the words.

My thoughts were a danger, a sanctity where I could hide my true feelings, where I went to hide from the man who had yet to penetrate my mind. He was a fearsome creature who sought pleasure in corrupting the minds of those around him, and yet he could not control those related to him by blood, he could not control me. I grimaced as he wrapped his hand around my neck and gently squeezed, his grip was firm as he eyed me, expecting a reaction, a sign that I would defy him and yet he had beaten that very thing out of me. My face remained expressionless as he squeezed tighter, his fingertips pressing into my neck and cutting off my air supply. I flinched unexpectedly, solidifying a thought within his mind as his face twisted in anger. He withdrew his hands and pulled away from me, his member retracting from my nether regions as he towered over me.

“You slipped up, Cerealia,” he said with a sickening smirk before punching me in the face.

He struck my head hard, with his knuckles growing bloody as he fractured my cheekbone and broke the skin just under my eye. The violence excited him as he took pleasure in beating my face. My vision blurred as I pressed my arms into my face, attempting to protect myself from another and yet my growing defiance only angered him more as he climbed off the steel bed and gripped the chains that bound my ankles. The cold iron dug into my flesh as he tugged and dragged me from the hardened surface and onto the cold ground. I collided with the rough surface violently with my back screaming from pain as a burning rash grew on my backside from the abrupt impact.

My head collided with the ground as he held the chains in his hand and glared down at me, his silver eyes were much like my own, cold, and distant as he towered over me. His chiselled jawline twitched as he pressed his foot into my chest and slowly pressed his weight into me, my eyes widened from shock as his heel dug into my ribcage.

When I was younger, I’d once confused the man before me as an angel, he whispered promises into my ear, convincing the innocent child who had been abandoned by her parents, parents who’d passed away and escaped to a place that she hadn’t yet understood, a place she begged to go to just to feel the warm embrace of the woman who’d once loved her. His attention grew vicious once he held the silver gem within his grasp, I was a jewel he claimed as his own, a treasure he hid from the world and imprisoned within a place that only he could access.

I felt myself beginning to break, crumbling from under his weight as my ribs began to crack with the broken bones threatening to pierce my lungs. The pain grew overwhelming as my weakened body faded from consciousness, I whimpered pitifully as the full moon clouded my blurred vision, the beautiful orb was barely visible as he pinned me to the cold ground. My battered body threatened to give out as I shuddered a final breath, there was no escape, I could not die and the man before would never release me, not even to allow my body to grow into a long-forgotten corpse.

Save me, I cried out into the vast nothingness, as if my very thoughts could reach anyone outside the cold earth that buried me within it.

Blood sputtered past my lips as my eyes lulled closed, my hands falling to my sides as I finally surrendered to the man who pained me. He grinned as I gave in, my bones broken, and my soul crushed. He removed his foot from my chest as he glanced down and evaluated my state, his silver eyes wandering along my naked curves for a moment too long before nodding to himself in approval.

Save me, I thought bitterly as my vision grew dull. Please.

My voice was sombre and distant within my mind as my words echoed from around me, illuminating my thoughts, pleading for any living soul to hear them and respond, regardless of such a thing existing. Instead, my unconscious mind created beautiful animals that roamed grand expanses, their fur lush and as dark as the room that held me. I reached an outstretched hand as if to embrace the soft fur that coated their massive bodies, my fingertips stretched outwards as eyes peered back at me curiously. His fluffed ears pulled back as he approached my motionless form, his paws circled me as his muzzle sniffed at my frame. The curious creature lapped at my ankles; his tongue warm as he huffed from delight.

Save me, my thoughts echoed to him as I ran my fingers through his soft fur.

The image shattered within moments as I was forced awake.