ANGEL
I pitifully attempted to shield myself with my hands, but soon my arms and the back of my palms were scorching as well.
My sobs and screams echoed in the bathroom.
I struggled uselessly against his grip. Tears mixed with the water running down my face, and I couldn’t even tell which is which anymore.
"It’s hurting, it fucking hurts! Turn it off! Please!" I clawed at his wrist, trying to divert the hose, but his hand tightened on my neck slamming me against the tiles again.
My head hit the wall, pain scattered through my brain, and my vision blurred.
Again, the hotness of the stream prevented my world from blackening.
"It will keep getting hotter, and hotter. In sixty seconds, the water will reach a scalding temperature, then your pussy will burn along with it!" He snarled.
His fingers left my throat, I was coughing and wheezing uncontrollably when rough hands parted my thighs.
Hot water went straight... To my pussy. Blistering.
"I was lying!" I cried in hysterical pain, looking at him through the mist around us, "I didn’t sleep with Kevin, I was lying!"
The water was getting hotter. And hotter.
Damien’s eyes remained crazed. "LIAR! YOU THINK LYING IS GOING TO SAVE YOU NOW?" He laughed, the sound was low and completely evil.
The water felt boiling hot now.
"I swear I’m not lying, I didn’t! I didn’t! I f-fucking swear it" My sobs were raw, uncontrolled and messy.
My vision flashed white as more heat rained down on my flesh clit, my outer lips, burning all the way down to my thigh.
My whole body trembles like it’s about to melt. But Damien’s forceful hand kept my thigh wide enough for the water to hit my vagina directly.
"Which is better? His cock or this hose?" He was staring at my pussy, and then his eyes lifted to mine, "Maybe I should just fuck you with it, this way even your insides will be cleansed,"
"N-No."
"Is that a yes? I couldn’t hear you?"
His cruelty was beyond measure, and I was just finding out. Damien didn’t have a limit.
"I didn’t fuck him! P-please remember, my ankle was too sore to go anywhere. You were the one who checked on it every day. Before last night, I didn’t meet him at all, call anyone and ask, I only tried to sleep with him yesterday to get Daddy’s attention, b-but you got there first! I didn’t sleep with him,"
I was a blubbering sobbing mess. Tears and snot and steam radiating from me.
I could only see those eyes through the mist, intense and sharp, like he was determining whether or not to believe me.
"Please, believe me!"
Damien sighed, then he abruptly let go. He took a step back.
My body hit the floor of the bathroom. I couldn’t breathe, my whole body felt scraped.
Tears just kept leaking from my eyes in an unending painful trail.
The water was still pouring from the hose, but it was aimed at the floor. Not at me.
"You’re telling the truth?"
I nodded vigorously, frantically paying attention to his hand.
"Yes. I didn’t sleep with h-him!"
"Say it again," He inhaled raggedly.
"I haven’t had sex with anyone." My voice was wrecked just like my whole body.
"He didn’t fuck you, he didn’t fuck you. Your pussy is still mine, you are still mine. Untouched, pure and all mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."
He was chanting under his breath, his eyes squeezed shut.
His breathing was still heavy, he wasn’t talking to me, but rather to himself.
His eyes snapped open again, "Why did you lie when you’re gonna end up begging anyway? Do you get wet when I hurt you?"
His words burned me in a way that wasn’t skin-deep.
It was shame, fear, exhaustion, all mixed together.
The bathroom was silent again, except for my painful wounded whimpers. Then—
A click.
The water exploded over me again.
"No—please, don’t!" I screamed, curling into myself so tightly my ribs hurt.
But the pain didn’t come.
The heat was gone.
Instead, a rush of cool water slid over my raw, overheated skin. It felt like relief and humiliation all at once because I was grateful for this reward.
Damien crouched slowly beside me. His fingers touched my shoulder, soft but enough to make my whole body flinch. "P-please, don’t hurt me a-anymore,"
"There, there," His voice was almost tender. "Your punishment is over... for now."
For now?
This meant it was going to continue, he was going to keep torturing me in different twisted ways.
More tears dribbled down my chin until my whole body was shaking violently with it. And the sound of it filled the bathroom.
"Good girl. Cry for me. It’s beautiful when you do. It makes your eyes more beautiful," Damien cooed, his voice sickly sweet.
"Show me how much it hurt," His hands moved with eerie gentleness, prying my fingers loose where I’d curled them in a desperate shield around myself.
He took each one, smoothing them out like I was a frightened animal he wanted to tame.
Then he looked at me, pride shone in his eyes, "Never hide from me, let me see what I did to you so I can enjoy you properly."
A pitiful whimper wrung from my throat.
"You’re okay," he murmured soothingly.
I wasn’t okay. And I’ll never be okay again.
His thumb brushed my tears, smearing them to my lips until I tasted salt. His eyes lingered. His pupils dilating with excitement.
"The water wasn’t even that hot, part your leg let me see if your pussy is as red as these lips of yours,"
I flushed with shame, but my body obeyed on its own, my thighs unwillingly parted. Damien inhaled swiftly, those eyes thrust into me.
He grazed a finger over my labia, gentle but enough to make me jerk away from his touch.
"See? It’s just a bit more pink, no real harm, my cock will do worse, anyway," he smiled, his gaze ravishing my pussy, I flinched again.
"Don’t look so horrified, I won’t fuck you today, I’m not that cruel."
I was so sickened that I wished I could just die.
He slanted my jaw, and then his face leaned closer. And closer. His roaming gaze was now devouring my face, his throat working like he was trying to control himself but failing.
His lips found my cheek, then his wet tongue lapped at my tears, his saliva cool against my flushed skin.
His lips trailed lower, down my jaw, and then the corners of my mouth.
He stopped.
I knew what he was about to do. I could see it in his dark eyes. His intentions, his desire, the ferocity of it that threatened to consume me whole.
"Open your mouth, Angel, I’m going to kiss you,"
My stomach knotted, fresh tears spilt down my cheeks which he sucked away while grunting low in his throat. "Even your tears taste sweet, all mine!" He groaned. "Now let me kiss you!"
I shook my head, his eyes narrowed, lust and irritation warring.
His other hand still held the hose, loosely dangling at his side.
A cruel reminder.
With one twist of his wrist, he could bring the burning back.
"I want to eat your pussy, but I can do with these lips for now. Be good, open for your favourite uncle, you know you want to"
"Don’t," I sobbed when his lips grazed my bottom lip. "Please don’t—"
His hot mouth feasted, swallowing the last of my sobs.