Something felt off. Something wasn't right.

It wasn't that he'd hit her for what felt like the hundredth time or that she'd passed out. It wasn't that she woke, feeling groggy and sore. But there was something different this time.

Sloane realized what it was when she went to rub her eyes and sit up. Her arm stayed where it lay thanks to the padded restraint that wrapped around her wrist. She jerked her head forward to see what looked like the strap of a seatbelt crossing over her chest, holding her against the bed.

"What the..." Panic struck her hard as she lifted her head as high as she could to see another nylon strap was positioned at her hips, keeping her from rising up.

"No no no no." She moaned, wriggling around with no success. She twisted her head to see that another padded restraint held her other hand captive. And her right leg was no longer free.

He had her naked and spread eagled on the bed, the blanket nowhere to be seen.

Her breaths became shaky and quick as she tugged against her restrictions. A crease formed as her eyebrows drew together, tears already pooling in her eyes. She began to gnaw on her lower lip, a raw sensation already beginning to form.

Her neck became sore from craning it every which way. And her shoulders ached from the odd position. She feared her heart would explode and a part of her almost wished it would if it meant he couldn't confirm the reason she thought he had her in this position, nude.

Disgruntled, she let her head fall back to the pillow, the strap digging into her flesh with each breath she took in. Despite the padding around her wrists, they felt sore from the rubbing that had occured as she thrashed around. And there was a dull pain in her right foot. She recalled hitting it against the footboard as she'd struggled. But the pain was minimal as she faced the possibility that he was going to rape her.

She let out an aggravated groan as hot tears streamed down her face. Her body felt warm and sticky from sweat.

Another round of desperation rose within her and she let out a piercing wail as she pulled with all her strength. Her vision blurred as she strained, her blood rushed in her ears.

It was no use.

She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her fear turning to anger. But that didn't last long because the sound of footsteps on the stairs seemed to reverberate through her body.

All she could think to do was fight against the straps again. She sucked in harsh, deep breaths and yanked and pulled, pushed her hips up using her left leg as a brace.

The door opened to reveal Carter in nothing but a pair of well worn jean shorts. He had an animal look in his eye as he crossed the short distance to the bed.

Sloane realized she never knew what version of him she'd get until he entered the room. None were good because it didn't matter anyway. He'd morphed into a psycho after caring for before, after all.

The dangerous smirk told her he was up to no good. And he proved it when he slid a hand along an exposed leg, trailing his fingers up to her hip.

She whimpered and tried to get away from him. But her movements were minimal and he moved his hand closer to her lower abdomen.

"We're going to have some fun." His voice was low, matching the evil glint in his eyes.

Sloane watched as he lowered his other hand to the waistband of his shorts. Tiny bumps erupted along her skin as her whimpers turned to sobs.

His fingers curled against her femininity, sending shivers through her. "You're so beautiful. And you're all mine."

Sloane gasped and tried to jerk away again.

"This time, you'll enjoy more than just my fingers." As he spoke the words, he used the digits to stroke her.

"No. No. Please stop. Please don't do this." All she could do was whip her head back and forth, praying it was just a dream.

She breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped back. But that was short lived as he unbuttoned the shorts and pushed them to the floor.

His erection was more frightening than anything she'd experienced so far because she knew what he was going to do to her. And there was no way she could stop him, no way she could get away.

She began to cry, her words jumbled together. She couldn't see through her tears as he lowered himself on top of her. Now, more than ever, she wished she'd die.

His manhood pushed against her inner thigh, threatening his intentions. Fear would have kept her rigid except for the sobs that shook her. Much like when she'd fallen into his hole in the woods, she couldn't control her extremities. She cursed her body because each movement bumped against him, seeming to entice him.

He ran his hands along her body, squeezing her breasts, kneading her butt, still pushing himself on her. He laid kisses on her chest, stomach, anywhere he felt like. He went back to her beasts, palming one while he sucked on the other.

He let out a groan of pleasure, pushing again.

"NO!" Sloane sobbed harder, trying to take gulps of air as she felt his erection twitch.

But he wasn't listening to her. He left her chest for her stomach before taking his face to her womanhood.

The hip restraint kept her in place as he licked and sucked. While he enjoyed his acts of cunnilingus, she felt dirty. More uncontrollable sobs erupted from her.

"Sloane, I'm so ready for you." He growled as he sat up and leaned down to his shorts. He pulled something out of the pocket and began to tear it open.

"Please, no. Stop. Don't!" She shook her head and began pulling against the straps again.

Her pleas were ignored as he rolled the condom on. The look he gave her as he positioned himself made her heart race and her blood freeze.

She thought he'd be rough due to his feral look. But he moved with ease and took his time, scaring Sloane even more.

Breathing was almost impossible as his tip rested just at her opening. She wanted to kick and scratch, scream and bite. But all she could do was cry and shake her head.

And then a deafening howl filled the room as he took her virginity.

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