I opened my eyes slowly as I regained consciousness. The last thing I remember was getting into a car and asking for the pub, but obviously that wasn't where I was. It was dark, empty, and in the middle of fucking nowhere.
After a few minutes, I managed to get my still half asleep body into a standing position. God damn, my head hurt like hell and it didn't help either that I had no idea how to get home.
As I started to walk away, I felt a horrible, searing pain in my back that buckled my legs. I fell to my knees and turned around to see a man walking out of the shadows.
Moving away from him, I backed up into the yellowish glow of the dim, blinking security light of what must have been the back of on old warehouse. As he followed me, his figure was illuminated so I could see that he was laughing and that his shaggy black hair fell on his relaxed shoulders. For some reason, the fact that he was mocking my misfortune somehow turned me on a little; however, this was not the time to worry about such trivial things.
He followed me to the extent that there was nowhere left to go but into to the wall. As he came closer, I attempted to strike him, but he caught my wrist and twisted my arm back. He tied my hands behind and when I tried to run away, he grabbed me by the arm and hit me hard in the face.
"What the hell do you want with me?" I hissed as he looked up from my half-open shirt. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Why, I'm doing you a favor." He laughed as he hit me again and forced me onto my knees with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist.
"Get you hands off - "I started, but he struck me again. I fell, but he grabbed me by my hair and hit me until blood was running down my face. "Please... please stop..." I begged.
He looked down at me and laughed. "No."
He pushed me into the wall where I struggled as hard as I could, but he just hit me once again and held me tighter. "I have a gun. Either you obey me, or I kill you." He took out his gun and held it to my head. "What will it be?"
"I - "Because I paused, he purposely shot of the gun so it grazed my head. "I - I will. I'll obey you, sir." I sobbed.
"Good. Now," He untied my hands. "Strip."
I did as I was told and slowly removed my shirt and pants. "Faster!" He barked as he lashed me hard with a chain. I removed the remainder of my cloths and held my hands over my crotch and chest. "Now turn around and put your arms by your side." He said as he lashed me again. I did as I was told, turned around, and then at the point of being hit again, I put my arms down.
His dirty eyes ran up and down my body like a child that just received a new toy. He walked behind me, grabbed my head by my hair and forced me to bend over. Standing over me, he lashed the chain down hard on my back so that the little crimson beads of blood emerged from the long lacerations. I screamed at the pain and because of this, he lashed me even harder and barked "Shut up!" The lashings continued until I fell to the ground and began to silently cry.
Laughing sadistically, he turned me onto my back and kneeled over me. The harsh asphalt scratched against my already unbearable wounds.
As he held my shoulders down, my nipples went erect as I began to become extremely aroused.
I cringed as he stroked my breasts with his cold fingers. He slipped his other hand in between my thighs and pushed his fingers inside of me. Moving his fingers in a crawling motion, he watched my face as I started to orgasm. All I could think of was the shame of finding pleasure in my own humiliation, yet this just added to my arousal.
He took off his cloths and stroked his penis above me so that the salty cum fell onto my face. I whimpered softly as he held my head down and began to urinate on me.
"Stop your whining." He slammed my head into the ground. "You want this, you disgusting little whore." He ran his fingers over my still erect nipples and my wet vagina to remind me how aroused I was.
With that, he ordered me to stand up with my arms out. In fear of the consequences of doing otherwise, I obeyed and stood up straight. He pulled off a piece of barbed wire from a near by fence and stood behind me. I was horrified as he struck me with it. It was the most painful thing anyone had ever done to me and with ever strike, I screamed in agony. However, this only fueled his sadistic desire and he hit me harder every time.
Seeing his opportunity to truly put my in living hell, he took the barbed wire and scratched it down my back as hard as he physically could.
I gave one last scream before passing out in a pool of my own blood. This was the last thing I remember before waking up the hospital the next day.
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