Chapter 7: Taste of Death

After he leaves, I sit and start crying.

I don’t care what truth he is going to show me. I am the worst, most disgusting person in the world. How can I like all the things! How can I be this crazy?

I remember the phone.

I look at the stack of hay. The phone, it’s still there!

Yes! I can break it.

I grab it. I am going to smash it into the wall.

But I stop.

He is going to lose the video of the first time he raped me, the first time I had sex of any kind.

If I don’t, he will have the video. Will he watch alone and play with himself? Will he see me moving my hips to match his thrusts, will he watch me hold his shoulders, wrap my hands around him? Will he listen to my moans again? Will that make him twitch and pulse like when he was inside me? Will he show it to others? Will they like to see me like this, naked and on my hands and knees waiting for Ravi? Will they touch themselves?

NOOOOO!

I have to ignore excitement, the pride.

I have to break it.

“Well, he can fuck you again, and make another video? You felt his thing, how it was twitching while you were sitting on him? It will be hard again ... He will probably force you to record on your phone. All you would do is make him mad. You know how violent he is...”

I convince myself that breaking his phone will not do anything besides make him mad. I convince myself it’s nothing with how excited I am getting thinking about him watching the video or letting others see it.

I keep the phone back on the stack.

I hear the door open.

His face is completely covered in rage. But I don’t get scared. It just sends waves of excitement.

“I will show you what I planned for today”, he growls as he starts moving towards me.

I see his hands and suddenly I am more scared than ever.

On one hand, he has a thick bundle of black rope, the kind of high-quality rope that people use to tie down luggage, on the other hand, he has a large knife.

I don’t want to die. Not after all these.

“Pleaaase, you have already ... I won’t tell anyone ... no one will believe me anyway ... you can show the video. I am moaning, holding on to you, moving my hips. No one would believe me...” I beg and cry.

“Shut up ... shut your filthy mouth”, he shouts pointing the knife at my face.

I immediately stop talking and continue weeping silently.

He pulls my legs together and starts tying them together just above my ankles.

I am scared and confused. I don’t know why he is tying my legs. I don’t know why he needs so much rope and what he is planning to do with the knife.

After doing three or four tight circles and tying a knot he cuts the rope.

I take a sigh of relief. Earlier I didn’t know what he was going to do with the knife and my mind raced to the most ominous things. Now that I know at least one of the uses is to cut the rope, it somehow brings me some comfort.

And my brain focuses on being tied down, being immobile. My nipples harden. Lust starts swirling around in my body. I will be helpless, unable to move, he can do anything with me. I will be unable to resist at all.

When he starts tying my thighs, I lift my legs to help him. After he is done, he cuts the rope again and looks up.

His eyes go to my hard nipples. I see his grin.

He grabs my waist and suddenly turns me over. As I lie facing the floor, he grabs my hands and pulls them behind me.

He ties them together.

I am now completely helpless. I can’t use my legs or my arms. He can do whatever he wants.

In between my legs, it has started tingling and getting damp. I have started making deep breaths. My whole body is waiting for him to do what he wants.

Suddenly something is pulled from above my head and placed on my neck. A moment later, as he tightens the knot, I realize it’s a noose!

Horror strikes me like lighting.

He is going to choke and kill me!

“Noooooo ... please stop!...”, I start to cry and beg as fear overwhelms me.

“You were excited to see what I planned, weren’t you whore?” he laughs in my ear as I suddenly feel the rope choking me, pulling me up by my neck.

I rise and sit on my knees but the noose on my neck keeps choking me and pulling me upwards.

I try to stand but I am not able to put my feet flat on the floor to rise up. My legs and hands are tied. I can’t stand without any help.

The pressure is too much. I can’t breathe. The pain is unbearable. I know soon my neck is going to break. I look up. The rope has passed through a wooden beam. He is pulling the rope from the other end.