ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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TW: Rape. Don't like, don't read :) 

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Days go by and I'm already trapped here. Places on my body hurt that I didn't even know could hurt.
The man who is the supposed leader has found a perverse pleasure in torturing me. His laughter echoes in my ears as he beats me daily, running his knife over my skin to inflict new wounds, and the searing pain nearly drives me insane. Every cut burns like hell and some have become infected.
The ropes around my body cut into my skin and also burn extremely badly. I can't move my arms and legs and I've long since given up on any desperate attempt to free them. By now I'm no longer sitting on the chair, but on the cold floor, huddled in a corner.
My body feels numb, my eyes burn with exhaustion and tears. I cry, so often and so hard that it feels like they are falling out. Even now, I'm sitting here in the corner, freezing unbelievably and crying to myself in pain.

At first I begged them to release me, but all my pleas were in vain. I still had hope that Mikey would come to help me, but I've given up even that now. I'm even starting to doubt whether he's even thinking about rescuing me.
Meanwhile, I'm also starting to regret it. I regret getting involved with him, because I knew he was part of a gang and it was dangerous. Keikei had even warned me about it and told me to my face that something bad would happen, but I wouldn't listen. Instead, I listened to the stupid heart in my chest, and now I deeply regret it.
At this moment, I wish Mikey had never come into my life and I was still the boring loner with no friends. The more these dark thoughts spread inside me, the stronger my tears and desire to never see Mikey again grow.

Then, as always, the door opens and the man who is holding me captive enters. Through the window behind the door, which I can only see through when the door was open, I can see that it's already getting dark - another day has passed that I've been trapped here.
"I've brought you something to eat. Are you going to eat this time?" he asks, kneeling down in front of me. But I refuse to look at him. He rips the tape off my mouth and repeats his question: "Are you going to eat this time?" But I remain silent and stare stubbornly at the wall. This seems to annoy him because he grabs my hair and forces me to look at him. "I asked you a question, you little bitch," he growls menacingly.
"Fuck off," I spit back at him and try to kick him in the stomach. But my strength has long since left me, because I haven't eaten a bite since my imprisonment and my strength is dwindling by the day.

A malicious grin appears on his face as he senses my desperate attempt. His eyes sparkle with sadistic lust as he enjoys my helplessness. With a rough grip, he forces my legs back down and presses me even harder against the cold wall. "You're still so defiant, huh?" he whispers, letting his hand move to my throat where he squeezes to choke my airway.
His free hand glides over my torn open wounds and he seems to enjoy every wince and pained groan he elicits as he presses his fingers into the wound. With one last gasp, I manage to get my words out, "You can do me, you wanker!"
A sadistic laugh erupts from him and he lets go of my neck. "We'll see about that, sweetheart. You'll learn to use your mouth for more useful things than that." He pulls me to my feet by my hair, causing a pained sound to escape me, and then slams my head forcefully against the wall, sending me slumping back to my knees. I scream out in pain. The blood runs down my face and I can taste it in my mouth.

"You'll be begging before I'm finished with you," he says quietly, almost with malicious anticipation. His hand moves to his belt and undoes it. I can hardly bear the sight of him opening his pants and exposing his erect cock.
"Maybe this will make you obey," he says and steps closer. He holds my head tightly, forcing me to look at him as he slowly strokes his hard shaft over my swollen lips.
His hands force my head closer to his center and he pushes his hard cock between my puffy lips. A disgusting gagging gasps through me as I taste the salty flavor of his desire. I want to scream, to fight back, to clench my mouth shut, but I'm too weak - too broken. The pain and humiliation seem to crush me and the tears mix with my desperate retching.

His hands holding my head control my movements and I can't help but obey him reluctantly. He thrusts roughly into my mouth and I can barely suppress the gag reflex as I struggle not to choke.
"You taste that, bitch? This is your destiny," he says with a sardonic grin. His hips move back and forth ruthlessly and I'm overwhelmed by a wave of disgust and shame. My resistance is futile and I feel more helpless than ever at this moment.

His grip on my hair tightens as he roughly fucks my mouth. Each thrust is a brutal reminder of my helplessness and another blow to my already tortured soul. The tears flow ceaselessly down my cheeks.
His sounds of pleasure pierce my ears and I want to banish them from my consciousness. But I am trapped, both physically and mentally.
The man above me thrusts again and again, his breathing quickens and I can feel him approaching his climax. A sickening triumph gleams in his eyes as he finally comes in my mouth. I swallow reluctantly, and part of my self-esteem finally shatters in that moment.

"That's not all my sweet," he says. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, leaving a bitter aftertaste. He wipes his cock on my face before I collapse to my knees.
Suddenly a harsh command is heard, "Hakkai, come here now!" Another man steps into the room and as I look at him, my eyes widen in surprise and horror. I recognize him immediately - he's one of the guys from the ship and the camp who hurt me back then. "Take her cell phone and record everything. Our friend deserves a new video," the man orders with a diabolical grin.
The boy obeys and points the cell phone at us, or more precisely, at me. The man bangs my head against the wall again and again and I find myself on the floor, whimpering desperately. The mixture of pain, disgust, shame and despair is overwhelming, but I force myself not to scream, even though the tears keep streaming down my cheeks. I just wish I could finally lose consciousness.

The man rips my already torn clothes from my trembling body. Only the rope around my body holds the shreds together. He pushes me down roughly and rips my pants off my legs too. When I realize what he's up to, I start screaming and wriggling hysterically. I beg him not to do it, but he doesn't care. His grip on my hips is stronger than my desperate resistance and he lifts my trembling bottom. My heartbeat accelerates and the fear inside me lashes out like a wild animal.
"Please!" I beg again and again. "Please don't!" I repeat it countless times, but to no avail. He penetrates me, brutally and ruthlessly, pointing the camera mercilessly at me. I am helpless and can't do anything about this unspeakable humiliation.
He rapes me again - but this time for real.

I try desperately to concentrate on my surroundings instead. The water I hear outside, the birds chirping or the distant car horns. Anything, but not what's happening right now. When he withdraws after an agonizing eternity and zips up his trousers again, he leaves me on the cold floor. My tears stream incessantly and I feel deeply humiliated and broken.
I desperately try to think of Mikey, of the good times, of someone who really loves me. But the memories of our good times cut through my heart like a knife and tear it into a thousand pieces.
How could I have been so careless? So naive.
This is all happening because Mikey came into my life.

It's his fault.

All of it.

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