Ryan pushed his thumb into my mouth, kissing along my stomach. We had just woken up, and he was horny. I wasn't surprised. It seemed like he was always ready to fuck. I didn't want to though. He's too rough.

"I-I'm really not in the mood right now, but I c-can blow you if you'd like..." I stuttered, unsure of how he would react.

He just stared down at me for a moment. Next thing I know, slapped me. He roughly held my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You don't fucking deny me. Understand?"

I nodded, tears falling from my eyes. He said he'd be nice.

"Please don't hurt me..." I whimpered.

"Shut up!" He growled. "Don't move."

He released me, getting up. He walked to the closet in the corner of the room, grabbing something that I couldn't see. He came back, flipping me over, and straddling my back. I silently cried as he took my hands tying them to the headboard with duct tape.

He pulled my head up, putting tape over my mouth. I looked into his eyes, trying to find the smallest shred of sympathy. He shoved my head back into the pillow.

"I am so done with you and your fucking shit." He hissed. "So you know what I'm going to do now?"

I shook my head, whimpering.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson." He growled, forcing my head back. "And it's a lesson you'll never forget."

He slapped my ass. I cried out, hiding my face in my pillow.

"You do not deny me of anything I want."

He shoved two dry fingers inside of me. I screamed.

He pulled the tape off of my mouth, shoving a vibrator inside. "You better get that nice and wet, because that's all your getting."

I nodded, tears falling faster. I tried my hardest to cover it in as much saliva as I could, as he roughly fucked me with his fingers.

He pulled the toy away, securing the tape over my mouth. I struggled against the tape that bound me, wanting him to let me go.

I felt him take his fingers out, pressing the head of the toy into me. Why wouldn't he just stop? He said he'd be nice to me...

He pushed it into me completely, turning it on.

"I'm going to shower and shave. You'll stay like this until I decide to stop it. I don't care if you cum. Got it?"

I nodded, whimpering quietly.

He walked away, slamming the bathroom door.

I struggled to get free. I didn't like it. At this point, I didn't care if he hurt me more for running away.

I cried out as I ripped my hands free. I wasn't sure how long it took,  but I know it took a while. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as I pulled the vibrator out of me. I shut it off, placing it down. It hurts so bad. My body hurts so much. I took the tape off of my mouth, grabbing the loose sheet off of the bed. I wrapped it around me, heading for the door.

I remembered the way to Ricky's room. I walked down the hallways,  reaching the door. I was about to knock, but I heard moaning coming from inside. I stopped myself. I think I know where Ryan Ashley was. Maybe she could help me...

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After looking for a while, I still couldn't find her. I sat down by a door, putting my head down. I cried into the sheet, wrapping it tighter around me.

Probably about 20 minutes passed before I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I wanted to get up and run but I hurt too much.

"Chris?" I looked up. It was Ryan Ashley! "Are you okay? What happened to your face?"

"H-he got mad at me." I told her.

"Shit. Come with me."

I nodded, getting up. She walked me to her room, sitting me on the bed.

"I'm going to go talk to him. Josh is in the shower if you need anything. Can you tell me why he got mad?"

"I didn't want to h-have sex with him so he hurt me."

She sighed, nodding. She left the room.

I just sat there. There was nothing I could do. I pulled my knees up to my chest, crying into them. Why me? Why does this have to happen to me? I just want to go home.

I looked over as the man from yesterday stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oh. Hello?"

"H-hi?"

"How did you get here?" He asked, looking at me weirdly.

"Ryan Ashley told me to stay here b-because Ryan got mad and hurt me."

"Are you okay?"

"I guess..."

He nodded, grabbing a few things out of a suitcase. He walked back into the bathroom, and I put my head back down.

Ryan Ashley came back in, walking to me. She set her hand on my back. "He wants to see you."

I nodded. She took my hand and brought me to his room. She opened the door and he was standing right there. He immediately hugged me, causing me to shudder and gasp. I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't like it.

"I'm sorry." He said into my neck. "I didn't mean to get so mad at you."

I just nodded. I was too scared to do anything else. He kissed me softly, causing me to shake harder.

"It's okay..." He muttered. "I'm sorry."

I nodded again.

"You won't speak to me?" He asked, stroking my hair.

I shook my head. I'm too scared to talk. I don't want him touching me.

"That's okay." He told me, speaking up again after a minute. "Shit. I thought I was getting somewhere with you. It seemed like you were finally getting more comfortable around me, but I just had to go and fuck it up. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I know I promised you that I wouldn't."

I nodded. I hugged him back softly, letting him know that it was okay. It wasn't really though. I was scared of him. What's stopping him from doing this again?

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Uh oh. What do y'all think is going to happen?

~xxRy