You Were Always Mine

Genieve came in when he slept, banging two pans together.
"Wake up!" She screamed.
Ashley covered his ears and moaned. She grabbed his hair and dragged him up to a sitting position.
"Eat." She snapped, slamming bread in his hand.
I looked at it cautiously but began to nibble. "What do you have planned for today then? Knives? Burning? Water boarding? Making me watch as you torture my friends?"
"No." She purred, crawling up his legs and straddling his hips.
"Get. Off. Me." Ashley growled.
"But you're so pretty. We could have beautiful children." She sighed.
"Criminally insane children." He retorted, standing up and pushing her off.
"Don't be that way." She sighed, running a hand down his chest.
"F*ck you!" He pushed her away.
She laughed and snapped a handcuff on his wrist. "Well, you asked." She purred, cuffing him to the pipe.
He tugged against the chain and ripped his wrist again. She cut away more of his tattered shirt so it simply fell off his body.
"Hold this would you?" She smiled sweetly and slammed the knife into his free hand, holding it to the wall. He gritted his teeth and made no sound.
Painfully slow, she undid his jeans.
He struggled against her but was held by the wall as she slid her poison tongue down his stomach and down again before taking what she wanted.
Eventually he just gave in.
When the b*tch was finished, she twisted the knife. "Do you love me?"
He bit his lip to keep from screaming. "Does it stop if I say yes?"
"Yes." She replied.
"I'd rather suffer some more." He hissed in agony.
She glared. "Everyone has a breaking point. I will find yours."

Notes

I am so sorry I've neglected this story. I'm also sorry if you hate me for this chapter. I'd like to remind everyone that men can be victims of rape and sexual assault too and 41% of domestic abuse victims are men. End the stigma.