Chapter 139:
Makenna’s POV
“Argh!” I squealed, clawing desperately at Bryan’s hand, but his grip was unbreakable.
“You psycho…” I rasped, nails digging into his skin. Instead of relenting, he tightened his hold, the pressure crushing my throat until my lungs burned.
Just as darkness threatened to swallow me, he released me. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping, my chest heaving as I clutched my bruised neck. The pain pulsed violently.
This maniac nearly killed me!
Forcing my gaze upward, I locked eyes with Bryan, my glare seething with hatred. “You… you madman! You pervert!”
A low, sinister chuckle escaped him as he unbuckled his belt. “Madman?” His voice dripped with menace. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
The belt slithered free with a sharp hiss. Before I could react, he swung—it whizzed past my face, missing by inches.
“Argh!” A terrified yelp tore from my throat, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Bryan’s laughter filled the room, cold and mocking. “You’re so scared, yet you had the nerve to defy me? I thought you were braver than this.”
In one swift motion, he looped the belt around my throat and yanked it tight. His face brushed against mine before his lips crashed onto mine in a brutal kiss.
“Hmm—!” I thrashed, fighting to shove him away, but the belt only constricted further, cutting off my air. My hands, once gripping his shoulders, weakened—fingers scrabbling uselessly at the leather noose.
Bryan took advantage, deepening the kiss with savage force. Tears streamed down my face as I suffocated, my struggles growing feeble.
At last, he pulled back, loosening the belt just enough for me to gulp in a ragged breath. His eyes bore into mine, dark with perverse satisfaction.
He spanked my left cheek. “Did you like that? Because the real punishment is just getting started.”
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨: g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[․]𝗰𝗼𝗺
My strength was gone—I felt half-dead. As I lay there, helpless, I watched in horror as Bryan unzipped his pants, revealing his hard, monstrous dick. Instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t move. No… No! This couldn’t be happening. He was too big, too much. This would kill me.
The painful memories of our past encounters haunted me. I remembered just how merciless he could be. But there was no escape—the cold bite of the chains around my wrists and ankles made sure of that.
“Think you can run, huh?” Bryan growled, stroking his length with one hand while staring down at me. His other hand gripped my waist, rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance before slamming inside.
“Ahh!” A sharp pain tore through me as he thrust in hard. I wasn’t even wet. “So tight!”
He seemed dissatisfied. A stinging slap landed on my ass before he roughly spread my legs wider, forcing me open.
I shuddered, knowing resistance would only bring more pain. Terrified, I willed myself to relax—just to survive this.
Bryan showed no mercy. His thrusts were punishing, relentless, each one deeper and harder than the last. It was unbearable. I couldn’t breathe. “Wait… please… it’s too much…”
My world narrowed to the brutal connection between us, every nerve screaming. Trapped in this nightmare, Bryan made sure I wouldn’t forget it.
As he drove deeper, he tightened the belt around my neck with a cruel smirk. “‘Stop?’ How else are you going to learn, Makenna? Remember—you’re mine. No one else will ever touch you like this.”
Panting heavily, I clawed at the belt. His words blurred into noise—all I could feel was the punishing rhythm of his thrusts, his rough hands roaming my body, squeezing and pinching my nipples.
He yanked the belt again, loosening it just before I blacked out. The cycle repeated, over and over, until I wished for death.
“Please… It’s too big… It feels bad…”
The sound of his skin meeting mine echoed through the room, the slick, rhythmic noise growing louder as he drove into me with relentless force.
The truth was, I was getting wetter with every thrust. Yes, it was unbearable—raw, searing, almost too much—but a twisted pleasure coiled deep inside me, clawing its way up until my breath hitched.
My mind flickered in and out of focus, caught between the instinct to pull away and the overwhelming need building at my core. My body betrayed me, hips shifting in helpless, involuntary rhythm to his punishing pace. Then he yanked the belt tighter—but instead of pain, it only sharpened the pleasure, sending my orgasm crashing over me with terrifying intensity.
