“You told me you wanted authentic. Are you changing your mind? Is a tied up woman too much for you to handle?”

The freak narrowed his eyes on her for a long while. His jaw tightened and he nodded once. “No! I’m game.”

Her heart sank.

“Get cleaned up and rape the bitch already.” Ellis sounded bored.

The guy nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. Ellis chuckled once the freak was out of earshot. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long while. I’m actually rooting for you, Candy. I’m not sure this loser can even get it up.” He shook his head.

All too soon, the guy was back. His nose was a little puffy and he plugged it up with some wadded up tissue paper to stop the bleeding. He looked pathetic.

“I’m done playing.” His voice was cold, his eyes hard. Before she could do anything, he gripped her throat, holding her down. She felt a weight on her middle. His knee maybe? She struggled to take in enough air. Candy could feel the cold of the blade as it glided up her torso. She could hear the snip, snip as it cut her t-shirt. Her arms hurt because they were being crushed beneath her body.

Her eyes were wide. Her nostrils flared as she tried to take in air. Her vision became blurry. She needed air. Needed it now. Black patches danced in her vision. She struggled to see, to think. Needed air.

His hand came off of her neck and his knee lifted. Candy sucked in a deep breath. Her legs fell open. No, he’d cut the cable that bound them. She sucked in another hard breath. Her zipper was being yanked down and he was pulling on her jeans, making groaning noises from the exertion.

She was fighting to get enough air into her lungs so that she could move. So that she could fight. Her vision was still blurred and her body felt so weak.

She kicked at him but he slapped her leg away. Her pants were about halfway down her thighs when her vision began to return.

“No fight left, girly.” He said, his voice even more nasally than before. He stroked his fully erect dick through his pants. “I’m looking forward to this.” He sickend her. As in, a wave of nausea rolled through her and she had to suck in air to try and quell it. The last thing she needed to do was vomit with her mouth taped shut.

Candy kept on sucking in air through her nose. The worst of the nausea subsided. She was biding her time. If this dickhead thought that she was done fighting, he was dead wrong.

He grabbed ahold of her jeans and gave another hard tug. Thankfully, her underwear was still in place, as was her bra. Candy bent her knees to stop the garment from going down much.