Pretty Stolen Dolls by Ker Dukey, K Webster Page A

reality of what happened to me.
    Hell, I can barely handle it.
    I cower as I remember what Benny made of me in the end. If they knew everything about him, then they’d learn everything about me.
    Shame drenches me.
    They can’t know.

    “Please…” My plea fades into a whisper when his hand continues to travel south, “I’m on my period.”
    He chuckles and the vibrations shake my very soul. “I know. You’ve been leaking down your thighs all week. But you’re nearly done bleeding, dirty little doll.”
    “I don’t want—” My words die in my throat the moment he touches me between my legs. I squirm to get away, but he rubs me in a place that jolts electricity through me.
    He knew my body better than I did now, and at times, it didn’t even feel like my own. It was like my own body was betraying me and craved to feel the release he offered. It’s my only escape out of this place.
    “Lie back and let me love you,” he murmurs, his fingers massaging circles below the thatch of my pubic hair. With each swirl of his strong fingers, I get swept up into this sick nightmare further and further.
    Pleasure pulsates through me, numbing my cuts and bruises from an outburst he had earlier when I called his latest porcelain doll ugly.
    Foreign sensations still the constant roar of hate inside my head. I’m caught up in his wicked web, left for him to devour in some way I can’t even comprehend or anticipate.
    Before I even realize it, I’m lying on my back on the mattress. My thighs have fallen apart as he continues his assault on me, and I don’t fight it off one bit.
    I’m usually the fighter.
    I normally claw at him and hiss and scream when he hurts me.
    But he’s done something to my mind by being gentle, by transitioning what we shared before to this new thing he does with my body.
    He finally broke me.
    And I’m letting him do things I never knew were possible.
    “Oh…” I whine, every muscle in my body tightening with the need for release.
    Release of what?
    “That’s it, pretty little doll. Show me you love me.”
    Tears well in my eyes. I’m weak—so darn weak for not pushing him away. I should kick him in the face. Run while I can. Yet, I don’t. It’s futile anyway. He’s too strong,
    “Oh!”
    “Relax,” he states, “let it happen.”
    And then it does.
    Whatever it is.
    Blinding white light explodes around me in my pitch black cell. A pleasure I never knew existed possesses my body until I’m shuddering without abandon. Nothing makes sense. Benny hurts me. And now he touches me in ways that feel good.
    I’m lost in my thoughts when his heavy body falls over mine, crushing me beneath him.
    I can feel his…
    “Oh God,” I moan when the tip of his penis pushes against my slick opening.
    I start to cry out in disgust of myself. I have mixed reactions and emotions, my mind telling me one thing, but my body saying another. Human contact in any form after a while becomes longed for.
    His mouth on mine silences me. He’s never put his mouth on mine. He’s never kissed me on the lips.
    What’s happening?
    “Shhh,” he murmurs, hot breath tickling my lips as he begins pushing his thickness deep inside me.
    He doesn’t normally care if he hurts me.
    He loves to hurt me.
    I don’t understand.
    I sob as the pain of letting him bring such pleasures conflicts me. His thrusts increase and he begins pounding away, getting rougher, plowing into me so hard, my body jolts and shifts beneath him. It feels as though he’s ripping me in two. And for all I know, maybe he is. Maybe he’s going to rip me apart and consume the remnants of my soul.
    “Shhh, I love you, pretty little doll.”
    Sobs choke my throat as tears streak down my cheeks, causing me to hyperventilate. It’s official. I’m in hell. He remains still inside me while I attempt to catch my breath.
    “You’re mine. All mine. Love me, my pretty little doll,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck. He suckles my flesh and begins