Madelaine closed her eyes focusing on not crying or vomit. She felt disgusting after being used by him, consumed by the desperate to take a shower as if she’d wash away all of this and the feeling after what he did to her. The blonde opened up her big blue eyes again when he talked to her, grinning at her, like a complete psycho that felt joy from her torture. When he finally pulled his cock back, she was finally able to properly breathe, still unconcertead of what just happened. “Y-yes,” She answered him about this being her first time. Get used? How long was he planning on keeping her? “Please, please, let me go. People must be worried and looking for me. I promise I won’t tell anyone, just please let me go,” Maddie cried out, standing on her feet again with his hand on her neck, soon falling backwards on the bed, looking at him terrified of what he’d do to her. “Don’t hurt me.”
all he could do was coo at her begging for him to let her go. a series of tsk leaving his lips. she should know better than to ask him to release her. after all the trouble he went through, preparing his home for her, making sure to cover all his tracks. the last thing he was going to do was set her free. even when he eventually gets sick of her-- bored of using her body-- there was no way she was getting out alive. but she doesn’t need to know her faith just yet. not until he had his fun with her. not until he was able to break her. “from now on, i never want to hear you say anything about letting you. do you understand?” his voice was calm but stern. he wanted her to know how serious he was. to not challenge him in away. deacon closed the distance between them. his hands on her ankles before pulling her down on the edge of the bed. “i wont hurt you, baby.” at least not yet. his hands travelled up her body, making sure to drag his fingers along her smooth skin. “but you’re gonna have to be a good girl for daddy. do you understand?” deacon roughly folded her knees up as he pushed them apart. dark gaze drifting down to her bare cunt.