Sam Smith - Like I Can

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...7...18...26...

Rory's head was laying against the pillow, green eyes opened wide and lifeless. Saliva was involuntarily dripping from her gaped mouth, staining her pillow wet. Gideon's tie had became undone from the headboard, now she was just laying with her ass in the air, arms tucked under her.

From her neck down to her calves, the skin was marred with blistering, red lashes. It burned, it stung and it was all that she could feel.

At some point, her vocal chords had stopped working. Her throat was strained and dried and so desperately in need of water. She had cried so much that her tears no longer fell. Her eyes dried up, gone bloodshot.

Another hit ripped into her right cheek and she grunted, jerking her body forward.

"How many was that?" He asked, breathless.

She didn't answer because she didn't know she was meant to be counting. Once they had gone pass 10 she had completely shut everything off, forcing her mind to go blank so she couldn't feel a thing.

"I asked how many was that?!" He roared, yanking her head up.

"I don't know." She rasped truthfully.

"Then we will start again." He growled, "Make sure to count this time."

He pushed her head back onto the pillow and adjusted his hold onto her body. Her behind was pressed against his hips and she could feel his erection poking her. He was getting off on her pain. The thought made her stomach twist and she let out a sob.

He raised his arm, bringing the leather down onto her skin.

"One." She grunted, trembling. "Two...three...four..."

Her eyes began to droop to the sound of her own voice. The sight of her bedroom door, her escape, slowly blurring until they was nothing in front of her except darkness. She collapsed, passed out from pain and exhaustion.

~*~

Gideon slump into the chair beside her bedroom window and watched her sleep. He poured himself a glass of brown liquor, relishing the burning sensation swimming down his throat.

Rory's skin was marred by sore red marks but he wasn't done. His rage has yet to be satisfied. He wanted to hurt her more, physically. He pulled his switchblade from his pocket, eyes darting between her and the knife.

He smirked at the idea forming in his head.

He stalked her sleeping frame, flickering the knife back and forth. Gideon rolled her over, admiring her naked front with his eyes and feeling every inch of her with his hands.

He ran the cold metal of the blade along her skin, causing her to shiver. She had been sleeping for a while now, it was time for her to wake up and for her to take the rest of her punishment. He traced the blade to her hipbone and lowered his head to blow cold air on her pussy.

She stirred and tried to roll herself onto her stomach but he held her in place.

"Mi teroso, wake up." He cooed, running his hand up her stomach to the space between her breasts. "Wake up."

Rory slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. She whimpered, remembering the state she was in. Henry was dead - she wondered where his parents were. Were they dead too?

"Eyes one me, wife." Gideon commanded, hovering over her.

His handsome face came into view and she inhaled sharply. She was in so much pain, she couldn't feel a thing. She was numb, she noticed.

Gideon was flipping a switchblade in his hands and she trembled. Rory was suddenly scared, scared of what he was going to do with the blade. He noticed her gaze fixated on it and smirked.

"I want to carve my name into your flesh." He whispered in her ear before clamping on it with his teeth and tugging. "Where should I cut you?"

Pinned down by fear, she didn't reply instead closed her eyes to calm her racing heart. She was so scared. Scared of him, of the pain and of the goddamn blade in his hand.

Her eyes squeezed out a river of tears that stung. Gideon pulled back and wiped her tears with his thumbs. He couldn't help but smile seeing her like this, writhing in pain and terror.

"Are you scared?" He asked.

She nodded profusely.

"Then you shouldn't have stolen from me and ran away!" He spat in her face.

Gideon held her down with his weight, pushing her roughly into the mattress. She quivered at the tingly feel of the blade travel down her body, finding the perfect place to cut her. He twirl the blade above her hipbone before changing his mind and gliding it back up to her left collarbone.

This was it. The perfect place for the world to see his name cut into her skin.

A scream for each letter of his name shook the room. Her thrashing and clawing only made it worse because it made him angry. Thus, he cut her deeper, to the bone with the promise of a permanent scar.

Her blood sweep down her body, filling the room with its copper scent. She was painted so beautiful in red, it suited her.

Gideon threw the blade to the side after he was done and rested his forehead against her. Her pain and terror was rolling off her in waves. He smiled in satisfaction and peppered delicate kisses on her face all the while cooing softly to her. He dipped his head to his art and kicked her wounds cleaned.

The metallic taste of the blood danced on his tongue, driving him carnal. He captured her lips and allowed her to taste her own blood on his tongue. Rory grimaced, disgusted.

He pulled away, grabbing the bottle of liquor of the table and slugging it down. Gideon wiped his moisten lips with the back of his hands and straddled her again. He kissed both of her cheeks and tasted the saltiness of her tears.

His dark eyes when he looked at her were filled with nothing but love and adoration. She looked so beautiful when she crying.

"I love you." He murmured against her lips.

Gideon tipped the liquor over her wound and she cried out, squirming violently at the scorching pain. He held her still with his weight while leaving kisses alone her forehead and wiping the sweat off it.

He knew what could relief her pain - the alcohol. He put the bottle to her lips but she refused, turning away. So, he chugged it, holding the liquid in his mouth then meeting her lips. He pushed the alcohol inside her and she choked.

She didn't like the taste and began furiously coughing.

"It's alright." He murmured, "Calm down."

She took deep breaths and slowed her breathing at his words.

"Please," she begged quietly after a moment. "No more."

"Do want you this to end?" He asked, running the tip of his nose along her jaw.

Rory nodded. She won't run away again, ever if it meant her torturing will come to an end. She was exhausted now, physically and mentally.

He pushed his pelvic against her core and she gasped at his rock hard erection. It didn't take a genius to guess what he wanted.

"Help me." He ordered, "Help me relieve my pain and I'll stop yours."

She nodded slowly and he smiled.

"But I won't fuck you like my wife, I'll fuck you like my whore." He promised.

Gideon striped himself of his clothes and entered her body with one quick thrust. Rory cried at the sudden invasion in her pussy. She fisted the bedsheets as pain shoots from all around her. Her back, her thighs and calves were pulsing from the friction caused by the rough movements.

Her walls stretched around him and closed in when her orgasm was close. However, he wasn't going to let her cum, not until he wanted her to anyways.

His movements were violent and hard. Like he promised, he fucked like his whore. No kisses, no touching. Just the sound of their flesh hitting each other.

When he felt her tighten, Gideon slowed down and pulled out with a smug smile. Rory, who had her eyes closed the entire time, shot open and glanced around in confusion. Why had he stop?

He plunged back into her again before she could ask and found his rhythm. She was a moaning mess, arching her back while her breasts bounced to the movement. If he didn't want her as his wife, she would have made a good whore with the curves of her body and her tight pussy. She would have men eating out of her hand.

Once again, her walls clenched around his cock, squeezing it and begging him to go harder. He pulled out again, causing her prop herself on her elbow and frown in frustration.

"Disobedient girls don't get to orgasm." He taunted before flipping her onto her stomach.

Rory hissed as pain shoot through her body at the rough handling. She cried out more when he yanked her head back and slapped her sore ass. He propped her ass up and held her head down with one of his feet.

Gideon entered her from behind, diving into her deep and meeting her cervix. He groaned, pushing himself balls deep.

"Good girl." He moaned, "You're taking my dick very nicely."

She bite her lip feeling disgusted at her body's reaction to him. It loved his dick - his size and the way he handled her body. But, she wasn't a whore, she reminded herself. She had never slept with anyone else but him.

Her breathing became rough once again and she prepared herself to be deny yet again. He stopped as expected and her body was screaming now.

Rory whimpered, "Please stop torturing me."

"Do you want to come, my whore?" He chuckled.

"I'm not a whore." She stammered. "Please don't call me that."

"Then what are you?"

She gulped, closing her eyes in submission when the next words leave her, "I'm your wife."

Gideon stilled and pulled out of her. His heart was hammering in his chest at her words. I'm your wife. He gently turned her around and cupped her face. He laughed, a soft and melodic one. He was overjoyed at her words. Fuck, he was so happy.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her face. "I'll reward you now. I'll fuck you like my wife."

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his thumb gently caressing her wounded cheek. He slide into her slippery pussy with ease and started slow, rocking his hips back and forth.

She moaned, rolling her eyes back and pushing her nipples into his chest. He dragged his mouth from hers and kissed down her throat to her collarbone then sucked on her nipples. He picked up his pace and thrusted with hunger and animalistic needs.

Their moans and the sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, bouncing off the walls while her little twin bed jerked back and forth. He shook her room with his speed, causing the tiny crystal chandelier to clang against one another.

"You're my wife." He growled with each thrust. "Forever mine."

Rory came undone. All of her denied orgasms hitting her at once. She clawed at his back, slapping it as she was unable to control her shuddering. She could see stars and blinding colours.

Gideon, with a final thrust, spilled his warm seed into her womb. A violent groan escaped his throat as he leaned over her, burying his face into her neck.

They gathered theirselves silently, basking in each other's grasp.

It was finally over, Rory swallowed. He had finally stopped torturing her. She could finally rest and focusing on healing herself. She wrapped her arms around her body when he pulled out and began dressing.

Gideon hadn't said anything. She noticed his blank expression when he picked his belongings. Shoving his gun and switchblade into his pockets.

He reached for her door.

"Bring them in." He ordered to his men.

Rory watched in confusion from her bed. Gideon stepped aside revealing his men. Gasping, she threw her blanket around, hiding her marred body from view.

What came next broke, shaking her to the core.

Bodies were being dragged into her room. Her father, stepmother and Henry - all lifeless and blue.

Silence.

She couldn't even heard her own screams but felt it ripping her vocal chords. Her eyes dart to Gideon who pinned her with a glare. She ran to her suddenly figuring her what he intended to do. She made it in time to grab onto his leg and begged.

"Please," she pleaded, "please don't do this."

He merely shook her off and slammed the door in her face. He had installed a lock that could only be opened from the outside and drilled down her the windows in the room. There was no escape for her.

Rory twisted and shook the door handle but it refused to open.

She banged on the door, screaming.

"Please!" She cried out, voice hoarse. "Please don't leave me in here with them!" She banged and kicked the door but no movement. "You promised, it'll end!"

She slide down the door, not daring to look back because if she did, she'd see their eyes - void, emptied of a soul.

Rory covered her ears and bawled on top of her lungs. Her body trembled intensely while she began to loose control of her breathing. Everything was hitting her at once - the world going blurry and the sound of her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Bile raised in her throat and she vomited all over the floor before collapsing and fainted.