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Cutler kissed me for a long time and I felt myself getting quite turned on despite the fact that I had been abused earlier. I brought my lips down his chest and licked across his belly before moving my tongue under his pants. Cutler groaned and leaned against the wall, "No, no, not here. What if someone walks in on us? There's no good excuse for you sucking me."

I smiled through my tears and sighed, "Yes, I suppose there is no good excuse for that." Cutler nodded and leaned down to my throat. He stuck out his little pink tongue and licked up and down the side of it. It felt good so I tilted my head and pulled my hair back to give him better access to my neck. Cutler pressed kisses to it and selected a spot and started sucking.

I moaned with pleasure and put my hands on his chest. The sound of people talking right outside our closet door ended our little romance session. Cutler sighed and looked down at me frantically. He brought his ear to my lips and whispered, "You'll be able to escape when Mercer goes off to work tomorrow. Come visit me. Go to my house, not the office."

Cutler pressed one last kiss against my mouth before whispering, "Do what he wants tonight. Obey and he won't be quite so hard on you." Cutler pushed the closet open a millimeter. Seeing that nobody was watching, he pulled me out and started a random conversation with me so that it looked like we were just getting to know each other, "So Miss Cook, how long have you lived here?"

I didn't get a chance to answer. Ian somehow materialized in front of us. He grabbed my arm much too tightly and said, "We must be going now, wife." He looked and Cutler and tilted his hat at him, "Until tomorrow, Mr. Beckett." Cutler looked right at me as he nodded and responded with a definident, "Yes, until tomorrow." The words were meant for me, not Ian.

Ian tightened his grip on my arm and started leading me out to the door. He kicked the door open and pulled me out the door. Just before the door closed, I turned and took one last look at Cutler. He was staring at me with big, sad eyes. Our gazes locked and he mouthed, "I love you." A tear came to my eye as the door slammed shut behind me.

Ian pushed me into the carriage and sat across from me. I could feel his eyes on me, but I tried to ignore it. Doing my best to think about anything but him, I closed my eyes and yawned. Not surprising, I fell asleep within instants. Unfortunately, Ian didn't want to let me keep sleeping. As soon as we arrived at his house, he woke me up by dropping me on the floor.

My body smacked the ground and I blinked up in shock. Ian hauled me to my feet and said, "You know how this works now. Fuck me, bitch." He grabbed me and started pulling me to the bed. I slithered out of his grip and spat at his feet, "Never!" I had already forgotten Cutler's advice. Oh well, it was too late now. It wasn't like Ian and I had ever been on good terms anyways.

Ian grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. His dark eyes flashed and he looked so much older than he was with all those wrinkles on his face. He glared at me and said, "It's going to take more to break you than I thought. Wait...what's this?" Ian pushed my hair away from my face and looked at something on the side of my neck.

"What's what?" I asked in total confusion. Ian grabbed my neck and spat between my eyes. His saliva dripped down my face. It was so disgusting. Pointing to the place where Cutler had sucked my neck earlier, Ian yelled loudly, "You know exactly what I mean, you fucking whore! You didn't have this earlier. You were messing around at the reception, weren't you?"

Messing around? He had been the one to mess with me. I gave him an ugly look and didn't reply. Maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to do. I mean, if I had been thinking straight, I would've denied it. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking straight. All I knew was that I hated Ian with all my soul and that I would do anything to anger him.

I had already earned Ian's fury. He grabbed me by my hair and lifted me up into the air. A clump fell off into his hand. Dropping me, Ian looked at the strands of hair in his hand and then at me. He slapped my cheek and muttered, "So you're going bald too? What did I do to deserve such a pitiful creature as you? You should sleep out with the animals."

I looked at the ground and didn't answer. Finally, Ian decided that he had had enough. Grabbing my waist, he lifted me up and threw me hard against the opposite wall. I smacked against it with a bang and slid to the ground. My hair fell into my face and blood streamed from my nose. That didn't mean much to Ian though. As if this wasn't enough, he gave me a hard kick in the ribs.

Black spun up to meet me. It spiraled into my vision before obscuring it completely. I fought for breath, trying to suck oxygen into my lungs. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't come. I wheezed and choked and tasted something metallic in my mouth. I spat and out came a mouthful of blood before I lost conscious and fell right into the crimson puddle.

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Blinking, I woke up about ten hours later. I blinked again and tried to get a grip on my surroundings. However, no matter how hard I tried, the black would not leave me vision. I couldn't see! Nothing would come into vision. What had happened to me? Had Ian blinded me? Very scared, I tried to get up off my belly...and failed.

Something was definitely not right here. I struggled and felt something cold and metal bite down into my wrist. Unsure what the hell was happening, I started whimpering loudly. I tried to move my feet, but had the same result as when I had tried to move my hands. Metal cut down into them, keeping me bound to the bed. Oh fuck, what had Ian done to me?

In no mood to wait and figure it out, I started screaming and writhing on the bed, hoping someone would come save me. Unfortunately, the only person who came was the one person in the world that I did not want to see. Footsteps sounded and approached the bed. I stiffened and stopped screaming, trying to sense who this person was.

"I see you're awake," Ian said smugly, reaching down and slapping my ass. I struggled hard against the chains locking me to the bed and whimpered, "What have you done to me? Where am I? Am I blind?" Ian chuckled evilly at my questions and sat on the bed next to me. He started running his fingers down between my legs.

I sucked in my breath and tried not to make any noise as Ian poked and pinched around my tender slit. Ian laughed again, a purely evil laugh caused by the discomfort and humiliation he was causing me. Finally, Ian decided to answer me. Still prodding me, he said, "You're shackled to the bed and therefore unable to struggle or fight. And no, you're not blind. You're just blindfolded."

Oh god, so he was going to rape me like this. I squeaked and felt tears forming in my eyes. Ian stabbed a finger between my slit and said, "Scream all you want now. Nobody is here to listen or help you." Suddenly, Ian got off the bed. Thinking that he might be leaving me alone, I relaxed slightly and rested my head on the pillow. Sadly, I was not so lucky.

Ian returned moments later. The bed creaked as he pounced on it and got on top of me. He yanked my hips up to get a better view of my intimate parts. He pressed something cool and sharp against my slit. It was no longer his fingers, that much was obvious. But what was it exactly? The sharpness was bothering me. Was it some kind of weapon?

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Ian asked, leaning down to nibble on my ear. Doing my best to twist away from him, I shook my head and said flatly, "No." Ian pushed my folds apart and pressed the point of whatever it was that he had harder against me. As I trembled, Ian finally decided to tell me what it was, "This is a knife. Do you know what knives do?"

"They cut things up," I replied emotionlessly. Deep inside, my heart was racing and pounding in my chest. What was Ian suggesting? I didn't think I wanted to know. Even though I couldn't see him, I could tell Ian was smirking. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Yes, that's exactly right. So if you keep resisting me, I could easily slip this knife up your vagina and stab you up there and then watch you bleed to death. You mean nothing to me. Don't think I won't do it, because I will."

Ian brought the tip of the knife to that sensitive bundle of nerves that marked my special spot and pressed it down as a warning. I inhaled sharply and bit into the pillow. I hated this. I hated being chained up and being at Ian's mercy. He could kill me right here and now and I wouldn't be able to put up a fight even if I wanted to.

Seeing that I was going to be quiet, Ian moved the knife and stuck his fingers back into my slit, rubbing them around my insides. I grew moist after a few seconds, dripping down over his fingers. Ian removed them and smirked down at me, "I don't even see why you try to resist when it's clear you want me so much. He ran his hands over my ass and stopped when he reached my hole.

"I bet you're nice and tight," Ian stated a-matter-of-factly. He positioned himself over me and tried to push into my tiny hole. It didn't work; he got about a third of the way in. Ian clucked his tongue in disappointment. He moved his erection to my slit and rubbed it against me. I started dripping onto him, unable to help it. Once Ian was slick with my secretion, he tried to push into me once more.

It was a tight fit as he pushed and shoved. He might have thought it was hard for him, but he had no idea just how much pain I was going through as he stabbed and shoved his way inside me. Once Ian had made his way inside, he laughed evilly and slapped my ass again as he said, "You might be stubborn, but you're a pleasure to fuck when you're all chained up and helpless like this."

I felt like killing him at that comment. Of course, I couldn't move at this point, so I was just kind of stuck. Ian pulled his way back out and smashed backed into me. Unable to hold the pain inside any longer, I started screaming and screaming. My calls for help just seemed to turn Ian on even more. He pushed deeper and harder inside me. I wanted to die as he stretched my insides much farther than they should be stretched. After I thought I had gone to hell, Ian finally reached his peak and spilled his putrid secretion into me. Moaning loudly, he bit my neck and pulled out of me.

Having no strength left, I just kind of lay on the bed not bothering to make a struggle or a diversion. Panting Ian said, "I suppose you deserve a reward for that." He unshackled my wrists and ankles before moving to the back of my head to undo the blindfold. It fell forward and I was finally able to see again. Squinting into the light, I looked up at Ian with so much hatred.

Ian looked down at me and actually looked like he might be sorry for a millisecond. Then his dark eyes turned back to their usual malice and he stepped out of the room. I heard the door click and figured that he must be going off to his job. Despite the fact that I was free, I just laid in bed for a long time to try and recover.

After resting for a bit, I forced my eyes open and looked at my body. I had bruises all over from being tossed around and my wrists were cut and bleeding from the shackles. Legs quivering and trembling under me, I tried to stand up and ended up falling to the ground. Not having strength to put one of my dresses on, I grabbed one of Ian's shirts and slipped it around my shoulders.

Okay, I knew this was a bad thing to do. I mean, obviously getting one of Ian's shirts all bloody was not going to do me any good in the future. Once he found the shirt, he was going to be furious. He'd probably beat me or whip me or perform some other strange task on me. However, at that moment, I wasn't thinking. I just had to get away.

After buttoning up the shirt, I crawled to the door on my knees and pushed it open. Using the last of my energy, I placed both hands on the wall of the building next to Ian's house and started walking with shaking legs to Cutler's house. Thankfully, it was just a few steps away. I turned the corner and sighed with relief at the familiar door. Since I couldn't knock, I pushed it open and stumbled inside and immediately fell to my knees in a puddle of blood and tears.