Dan moaned between biting the pillow as Warren thrust in him roughly. He clenched at the sheets feeling the pain in his ass.
"Haa.. relax, darling. You're going to snap my dick." Warren groans gripping at Dan's waist.
Warren's face, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he grunts and groans, his hands gripping Dan's waist tightly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, along with Dan's muffled moans into the pillow. His face contorted in a mix of pleasure and exertion as he pounds into Dan's resisting body.
"S-stop now…" Dan said between pants.
Ignoring Dan's plea, Warren tightens his grip, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Too late for that now," he growls, sweat dripping down his chest. "You wanted to confront the monster, didn't you?" His voice becomes darker, almost possessive.
. . .
"Mmh.." Dan blinks, still in a groggy state. He sat up. "AACK!!!" he clenched at the sheets feeling a sharp pain in his back. "That shitty guy, I'll fucking kill him."
Dan slowly moves his hand to his ass, wincing at the soreness. There's dried blood on his sheets and bruises forming where Warren's hands had gripped him. The room smells of sex and something else... something darker. Dan looks around, realizing he's alone. "Ha… I'm really just his toy-" He paused and started laughing. "Why would I even think he'll love me? That's hilarious."
Dan slowly stands up, naked and shaking from the lingering pain and trauma. His reflection in the mirror shows the marks left behind - fingerprints bruising his hips, red welts on his back, and his ass throbbing with each movement... His laughter turns bitter. His ankle hurts as well as his wrist after Waren twisted it.
Warren's heavy footsteps echo through the hallway as he returns to the room, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He finds Dan standing by the mirror, his body covered in bruises and welts.
"Like what you see in the mirror?" Warren chuckles, stepping closer to Dan. He runs his fingers over the bruises on Dan's hips possessively. "You look well-loved..." He mocks, his smirk turning into a grin. "Or should I say, well-used?"
"Though..." He turns Dan around, his fingertips trailing down Dan's sore back. "You took it like a good little slut." His erection is already obvious through his pants as he leans in closer, whispering in Dan's ear, "Want another round already? Your body seems to beg for it…"
Dan pushes him but not forcedly. "I…I don't want it." He mumbled.
Warren catches Dan's wrist, spinning him back against his chest. His voice drops to a dangerous whisper, "Liar. Your body's already responding... see?" He presses his hand against Dan's beginning erection. "Tell me to stop again." His lips curve into a predatory smile against Dan's neck.
"Look at you, all protest but your dick's already betraying you..." A low chuckle vibrates against Dan's neck as Warren grinds his own hardness against Dan's sore ass. "Still thinking about leaving? Hmm?" His teeth graze Dan's earlobe.
A sudden phone call interrupts Warren. He scrawled and turned back to Dan. "Stay here." He commanded, taking out his phone and strided towards the door; shutting it with a loud bang. "Don't let him leave." Warren ordered at the man outside the room.
Dan's heart pounds in his chest as Warren leaves the room, the door slamming shut behind him. He stands there, still naked and in pain, staring at the closed door. Every part of his body aches, a constant reminder of what just happened.
The sound of footsteps outside the door stops him from moving, the guard standing watch outside the room. Dan knows escape is impossible, not with his broken ankle and the guard standing guard.
As the hours pass, Dan sits on the bed, nursing his injuries and stewing in his anger and humiliation. Suddenly, the door creaks open. It's not Warren returning, but the guard. He steps inside, closing the door behind him, locking it.
The guard, a tall, burly man with a scar across his cheek, approaches Dan slowly. His eyes roam over Dan's bruised body possessively. He sits beside Dan on the bed, his large hands resting on his knees. "Warren told me to make sure you don't leave,"
The guard's hand slowly slides up Dan's leg, his touch rough and unwelcoming. His other hand reaches out to grab Dan's chin, forcing him to look at him. "But he didn't say anything about not touching you...~"
The guard's thick fingers trace along Dan's jawline, his thumb pressing against his bottom lip. His other hand continues to slide up Dan's inner thigh, getting closer and closer to his most private area. He leans in close, his hot breath fanning over Dan's face.
Dan's heart beats rapidly, fear and anger mixed within him. He tries to back away, but the guard's grip on his chin is firm, stopping him. The guard's hand continues to roam over his body, leaving behind a trail of disgust and discomfort. "Don't touch me."
"~Mmm, you're quite feisty, aren't you? I like that~" The guard's grip becomes more restricting, pinning Dan down as he starts to lean in, his intent clear. "Maybe after Warren's done playing with you, I'll get my turn…"
His calloused fingers hook around Dan's thigh, pulling it over his shoulder as he kneels between his legs. He spits on his hand, rubbing it between Dan's thighs possessively. "Open your legs wider," he growls.
Dan grabs the lamp and smashes it at the man's head. The blood splashes and travels on the floor. His hands trembled. "What have I done?...." Dan's eyes were full of terror. He stands up and gets his clothes, wears them. 'I need to leave this place now.' Dan walked across the room leaving the bodyguard bleeding on the floor.
Dan managed to limp out of the room, his broken ankle causing him immense pain with every step. He made his way down the hallway, trying to find an exit or a way to escape. He knows he can't stay in that room another moment.
This is his chance to escape this place.