Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He doesn't need to tell me that I'm all marked up. I can feel the bruises all over my body, the spots where his skin touched mine burning and reminding me just how cruel he is.
"We're going to have another meal together later," Xander tells me. "But before then I'd like to clean you up a little myself."
He helps me get up with surprising gentleness. He's acting almost like a gentleman. I know better than that from the way he's treated me.
He shows me to the bathroom and finally takes off the cuffs that line my wrists. I'm shocked when he does that, and my hands itch to fly to my face and rip off the blindfold. He must trust me a little more than he used to in the beginning. I think I'm too afraid of actually seeing him in person to take the blindfold off. It feels as if I'm still tied up, this time mentally.
He helps me into a bathtub. He pours warm water all over my body and starts washing me carefully, as if I'm a porcelain doll that he's afraid of breaking. His hands are all over my skin, soaping me up with bubbles, and only once in a while do they make an inappropriate move. That alone sends my heart racing.
I know to Xander, I'm nothing but a pawn, and to me, he's just a monster. I will never feel tenderness for him. I'm still loyal to Xavier, even more so than my parents. Every second I spend in Xander's cool and calculating company makes me long for Xavier's loving embrace.
I wonder whether I'll ever see him again.
Xander takes special time to get me ready for whatever it is he has planned for me. He washes my hair and even shaves my pussy. But those touches aren't inappropriate. They're almost clinical.
He fixes me up to his liking.
"You need to eat more," he mutters. "Maybe we'll start with that right now."
After he dries me down, he lets my hair air dry, hanging around my shoulders as he leads me back into the bedroom. This time, he sits me on the edge of the bed and produces something that makes a clanking sound. I'm assuming it's another meal for me. It's humiliating to be fed by him as if I'm some child. But I know I can't argue. After all, I'm still saying as little as possible to him to save myself if there's any chance of that left.
"Open wide," he tells me and my mouth opens even though I don't want to obey him.
The spoon touches my tongue and I taste something salty and creamy. I don't know what it is. But once I swallow it, I quickly come to realize it's not food.
I turn my head away in disgust, but Xander only chuckles as if this is all somehow amusing to him. I can clearly tell he's just playing a game with me, pushing me to the very edge of my sanity and hoping to break me so when he returns me to Xavier, I'll be the shell of a woman I used to be before.
"Do you like the taste of my cum?" he asks me darkly. "I bet you do. I bet you're itching for another taste. But even if you're not, that doesn't matter to me. I'm going to feed you regardless."
He spoons more of his horrific seed onto the spoon and feeds it to me. I want to cry again, but I force myself not to. I swallow every drop he gives me, because I know if I don't, there will be more pain waiting for me.
Once he's done, my whole body is shaking and I feel repulsed by everything that's in my stomach now. I feel like he's put himself inside me in some other way, as if it wasn't already enough that he took my anal virginity.
"You're so irresistible like this, Tallulah," he tells me. "When did you become so fucking irresistible? I can't keep my hands off you. I think I need to fuck you again."
My body tenses in anticipation of his cruel attack once more. I know there's nothing I can do to stop him.
As he lays me back on the bed, forcing me into a doggy style position, I don't fight him. Even if I weren't blindfolded, I would close my eyes right now to get as far away from the moment as I possibly can. I feel his monstrous cock realigning with my center again. I hate that my body gets excited for this. It's probably only because he's so similar to Xavier and my mind is still stuck on Xander's brother, hoping he'll find me and bring me back home where I belong.
I don't know whether I'll ever recover from everything he's done to me.