Chapter 4 Continous

He left her shaking, naked but untouched. Unlike her initial thought when she awoke, he hasn't touched her. He admitted to ripping her nuns uniform off, but he didn't touch her. She believed him because there was no pain between her legs. She plainly remembered hearing her high-school classmate explaining how a woman's first time would hurt like hell. She calmed down at that thought. She is still a virgin.

She fell back to sleep after he gave her a glass of warm milk and when she awoke again, it was morning.

The door to her room slowly opened and there he stood, naked.

She immidiately tore her eyes away from him. He laughed, "don't worry Trish, it's not your time yet" he said as he threw her a piece of cloth. It was a pink shirt. She held it infront of her and found that it was too big for her, must be one of his shirt, she thought to herself. "what am I supposed to do with this?" Trisha asked, the tone in her voice had in a way, lost its shake. Did she not fear him anymore? Knowing who he is elevated some of her initial dread, but does that mean she is safe?

"Take a shower and come have breakfast with me"

"excuse me, what am I suppose to wear?"

"Haven't I given you one?" he asked while staring at the shirt she held on her hand.

Trisha's eyes widened in shock, he can't possibly be implying that she wear the shirt without a bottom to go along?

"What about my underwear, and a short would probably be nice" she screamed.

He laughed at her outbursts. "Oh Trish, you seem to be mistaken about something. I have no intention of making your stay with me comfortable, if possible, I want to make it as horrible as I possibly can" he said menacingly as he waltz towards her in all his nakedness.

Trisha felt a lump on her throat. Did she just hear him right?

Just as he stood a few inches away from the bed, Trisha immidiately remembered the scene from yesterday. He raped and killed a woman. What the hell was she feeling complacent for? Just because she knows him does not mean he will spare her or be nice to her, he kidnapped her for God's sake!

"No.. No.. Don't come near me" she all but screamed to his face. He answered her with a loud laugh. "that's it Trish, fear me.. Fear me more. I need you broken, I want you broken, I want you to submit yourself to fear."

"you're insane" she screamed as she threw the shirt towards his face, but he caught it mid air. He toyed with the shirt, pulling it sideways then rolling it on his wrist. It coiled like a pink snake on his arm which caused a sudden rush of fear to dance inside her chest.

He smiled and threw the shirt back at her. "I want you out in 15 minutes" he grumbled before turning away from her, leaving his behind fully exposed for her to see.

Trisha shrieked when she found herself staring at his bottom, longer than she should.

She slowly pulled herself out of the bed but grimaced when the hand she used to anchor herself throbbed in pain. It was then that she saw the welts and dark bruises on her wrist. It must have been from the rope he used to bound her. She slowly made her way through the small door near her bed, which she assumed to be the bathroom.

Stepping inside, Trisha couldn't help but feel trapped. There was no window, the floor is covered with rubber matt like material. There was nothing inside but a small mirror that hang on the white painted wall, a bottle of lavander shampoo, a pink soap and a brown towel. There was no shower curtain separating the tub from the door. Trisha felt hesitant, what if he decides to walk in while she was taking a bath?

Yes he had seen her naked, but the thought of being fully exposed without a blanket or bed to hide herself into filled her with dread.

Trisha fell on her knees and began to cry. Why? Why did she make that promise anyway. What was she thinking. All she ever wanted was for him to get a higher score on his upcoming test. She never took those words seriously, she agreed as a joke, being his tutor and elder, she felt she needed to give him a push. Never in her life did she think that a 10 year old would keep something like that in his heart and mind for 10 whole years.

At 26 years old, Trisha had decided to become a nun, because she only wants to help people and spread the love of God.

Her musing was interrupted when a knock on the door jolted her to the present. "if you don't come out in the next 13 minutes, I will have to drag you out" his voice was ragged, like he just ran a marathon.

"I... I will be out soon" Trisha replied shakily.

After bathing for the quickest time she ever experienced, Trisha came out of the bathroom with the pink shirt on and the towel wrapped around her waist to cover her bottom.

What greeted her was nothing but shocking. On her bed laid an unconscious naked woman. Her hands are bound together from behind, her legs spread open while Clyde busied himself eating her out. She could hear him humming as his body grinded on the soft material of her bed. His digits pushing and pulling in and out of the poor woman's cave while his tongue flicked a part that Trisha barely saw.

"She looks a lot like you" he said between licks.

Trisha raised her hand to her mouth to suppress the scream bubbling from behind her throat. Tears are forming from the side of her eyes.

She stood in front of the bathroom door frozen, unable to move a muscle.

"Keep your eyes on us Trish, you might learn a thing or two" he murmured while leaving the spot between the woman's legs. He positioned himself above her and started to ram himself inside of her. The woman on the bed did not react, she laid motionless, still with her eyes kept closed.

"Thank God she's not awake for this Trisha thought to herself.

The tears on her eyes had finally fallen, she pryed her sight away from them and kept her eyes closed.

The creaking of the bed and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh filled the air. Trisha tried to block it by chanting prayers inside her head.

Only when the creaking stopped and her, feeling a presence near her own body did Trisha dare to open her eyes. When she did, she wished she hadn't.

Only a couple of inches away from her stood Clyde, cradling the unconscious woman, her naked body presented infront of Trish while Clyde was busy ramming her still, from behind. He spread the woman's leg apart giving Trisha a full view of his member ramming in and out between the woman's leg.

"You monster" Trisha screamed as she moved a step to her right and crouched down while burying her face on her palms. She never in her life saw anything so vile.

"Oh c'mon Trish, it's something you and I will be doing soon. Don't you think a few exercises will help you along the way?" he asked between thrusts.

"Monster" Trisha yelled again, still with her face buried on her palms. Her tears kept flowing as the intimate sound of slapping flesh reigned all around the room. The lack of furniture inside only heightened the sound, echoing like a develish song meant to torture her innocent mind.