Chapter 11: My Betrayal

By the time we reach the storehouse, I am almost out of patience. I am extremely aroused and frustratingly desperate.

He climbs down from the vehicle and immediately pulls me into a kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck and press my entire body against his body. I feel his hard thing on my belly. It sends a bolt of hunger throughout my body. I try to grind on it. He starts groping my butt. He hits it a couple of times. I moan into his mouth. We keep kissing.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

“Ahhhhhh”, I moan in pain.

“You are now a complete whore, aren’t you?”, He says and slaps me.

“Ahhhh”, I moan. Both, him calling me a whore and him slapping me, excites me.

He pulls the thread of my salwar and this time I let my salwar fall on the ground as he starts kissing me again. In the next instant, I feel his fingers between my legs.

My brain explodes in lust. I desperately grind on his fingers.

He tries to take off the bag with the other hand. I help him pull it off of me.

He starts trying to take off my kameez. I realise after that, I would be completely naked. Outside. In the daylight!

It thrills and excites me more than any merry-go-round can.

I help him quickly take off my kameez.

The fact that I am now completely nude outside in broad daylight makes me feel insane with excitement.

He wraps his hand around my waist, lowers his head and mouths my breast, swallowing my hard throbbing nipple in his mouth.

“Ohhhhh ... ughhhh ... mmmm ... mmmmm ... uhhhh ... ohhhhh”. I moan as my entire body drowns in pleasure. It feels like I am eating my favourite dish after being hungry for a decade.

Constant waves of pleasure keep pushing me towards a big explosion. I know it’s going to be awesome, it’s going to be wonderful. It’s going to get rid of my desperate frustration. It’s going to happen soon.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out of me and pushes me off.

Noooooooooo!!!

I look at him in shock.

He laughs.

I hate him so much! He is a monster!

Some part of me loves that he is doing this, teasing me, playing with me.

“Before we start having actual fun...” he says with a grin, licking his fingers covered in my juices while his eyes devour my naked body. I feel the urge to both hide and show my naked body to him. I decide to keep doing the latter.

“ ... We have something ... uh hmm ... interesting to do first”, he says with an evil grin.

What could be more interesting than this?

He grabs the bag and starts to walk towards the door of the storehouse. As soon as his gaze leaves me I get fully aware of my nakedness and the fact my clothes are lying on the ground. I pick them up and use them to loosely cover all my naughty bits as I follow him into the storehouse.

He switches on the light and closes the doors. Unlike yesterday he doesn’t need a big lock to keep me inside.

He notices I am holding my clothes and pulls them out of my hands and throws them into a corner. I don’t mind either.

He sits down on a haystack with his back to the wall and opens the bag. I stand naked, awkwardly, in front of him while he pulls out his laptop and my phone that I had kept in his bag. I bend to pick up my phone.

“Stop...” he orders, and instead pulls me into his lap. I don’t mind especially because first he uses one hand to absentmindedly squeeze my breast and second I can feel his hard thing through his pant and start to slowly grind on it.

He is using his dominant free hand to switch on his laptop, connect my phone with a USB cable, unlock the phone and open some software. He clicks on a big green play button that leads to a scanning of some sort.

“Do you know what I am doing?”, he asks. I turn and look at him. He has his familiar sinister grin.

The grin becomes bolder, cockier, and happier. The hairs on the back of my neck rise and goosebumps spread over me, my body suddenly detects an impending doom as it sees his absolutely villainous grin. I don’t know why. What worse can he do that I won’t like?

“The name of the software is ‘recovery witch’. It finds all the deleted files and recov...”

Like a lightbulb it suddenly makes sense.

What could be more interesting than playing with me? Why did he connect my phone to his laptop? And recovery witch to recover deleted files?

Loud bangs go off in my head as I understand.

Noooooooooo! I can’t let it happen.

I jump to grab my phone.

He is ready. He grabs me and throws me on the floor, away from his laptop and my phone.

“Fucking worthless whore”, I hear him shout.

He climbs on top of me and sits on me, making me fully immobile.

“Plea...”, I try to beg him but before I can finish I hear him shout “Fucking bitch!”.

I feel a heavy punch land on my stomach, knocking the air out of me and bringing tears to my eyes.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, I scream in agony and cover my stomach defensively with my hands.

He follows the first punch with a flurry of similar punches with both of his hands. They fall on my arms that are defensively covering my stomach. It feels like each punch is breaking my bone into two parts.

“Please ... ahhhhhhhhhhh ... no ... ahhhhhhh ... stop ... please ... ahhhhh”, I keep screaming, crying and begging.

“Fucking cunt!”, he shouts and with the back of his hand, he slaps my face.

Before I can process any of it, I feel both of his hands grab my neck and start strangling me. I feel the piercing pain in my aching strained bones. It feels like hot lava is being tightly wrapped around my neck. I can’t breathe, I can’t speak.

I immediately grab his hands, try to push them away or even just relax the grip a tiny bit. I keep shaking my legs, my body. He keeps his hands on my neck, strangling them.

“I am going to fucking kill you ... I am going to kill you right now!”, He keeps shouting. I see his face. Its pure rage, pure disgust and pure hatred combined to form an ugly frightening monster.

I know I am going to die. It’s all my fault! I deserve to die.

I came to him again willingly! He already revealed himself to be a vile monster yesterday. He brought me to this very fucking place, raped me and showed me he had planned to kill me. How screwed up I am that even after knowing this I came to him!

I hate myself. I hate my body. I hate how much I tortured myself yesterday. It didn’t rest, it was restless, it was desperate, it didn’t let me sleep. It wanted this monster, it desperately needed him. And for that, I am going to die.

“Die fucking worthless bitch ... die fucking shit”, I hear him shout.

I keep shaking my body, keep trying to push him, hit him, punch him, do. anything to free me.

Nothing is working.

My vision is going dark. My legs are getting tired. I am going to die.

Suddenly, he loosens the grip on my neck but before I can breathe, I feel two punches land on my face, on both sides of my face in quick succession.

I scream but breathe in as much air as I can.

“Fucking whore!”, He shouts and grabs my hair and smashes my head on the floor.

“Please stop ... pleas...”, I start begging him again.

He slaps me, keeps slapping me and then starts punching my chest, my breasts.

He grabs my face between his thumb and fingers, keeps squeezing it and shouts, “I told you ... never make me angry, you fucking worthless piece of shit!”

“I am sorry! So sorry ... please”, I keep begging.

He slaps me again.

“Shut up!”, he shouts. I quickly go silent.

He lets go of my face. I brace for him to hit me again. But for a few seconds, it doesn’t happen.

I take a deep breath and look at him in fear. He is panting and looking at me in rage.

He sees me and grabs my cheeks between his thumb and fingers again, squeezes painfully and growls, “I am going to kill you ... if you keep acting ... if you act like a bitch one more time, I will kill you ... Do you fucking understand?” he shouts.