wrigglingbeauty
Part 2
Tessa’s eyes fluttered open. As she awoke she found herself in a cold, dimly lit room. She was laying on a metal table, her wrists and ankles bound by thick leather straps securing her to it. Her arms were trapped at her sides and her legs were held partially apart. She was still in her yoga outfit, but her shoes and socks were gone. The air was stale, tinged with the scent of fear and something else, something that sent her mind racing back to a nightmare she thought she had left behind.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The walls were concrete, painted a dull gray that matched the floor. The only source of light was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting a harsh glow over a scene that seemed all too familiar. The room was sparse, with things scattered across a wooden bench to the side, the kind you might find in a garage, but she couldn’t see exactly what was on the it. The shapes she could make out from the corner of her vision didn’t seem like tools.
Tessa immediately tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the leather bit and the thick cloth wrapped around it that filled her mouth. She tugged at the straps, desperation giving her a burst of strength, but they held firm. Panic began to set in, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. She knew she had to stay calm, to think clearly, to survive but her mind, still foggy, was racing almost too fast for her to hold on to her thoughts.
It couldn’t be happening again. It wasn’t the same room. It couldn’t be…
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the room, and the door creaked open. Tessa’s eyes widened as the man, the same man, who had taken her all those years ago stepped into view. He was older now, with a scruff of stubble and a thickening waistline, but the malicious glint in his blue eyes was unmistakable. The sight of him brought back a flood of memories of pain and terror that she had worked tirelessly to bury. It was the same man who had kidnapped her years ago
“Hello, Tessa,” he sneered, his voice a chilling blend of glee and menace. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” He leaned over her, his breath hot and smelling of cigarettes, and she had to fight the urge to gag. Tessa’s eyes searched his, looking for a hint of humanity, but all she found was a deep, unyielding darkness.
Her captor began to circle the table, his movements deliberate and taunting. “You’ve changed so much,” he mused, his voice low and mocking. “You were so sweet and fresh the first time I had you, a pretty college girl young and naive. Now you’re a beautiful woman and mother with all new charms for me to sample. But some things never change, do they?” He paused, his gaze lingering on her trembling form. “You’re still so vulnerable, so deliciously afraid.”
Tessa’s mind raced as she searched for an escape. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for anything she could use. A pair of pliers, a hammer, a knife - anything that could help her fight back. But the more she struggled, the tighter the straps seemed to hold her. The cold metal of the table bit into her skin, a stark reminder of her helplessness.
The man leaned closer, his breath hot on her cheek as he whispered, “Do you remember the game we played? Do you remember the rules? Just like before if your body doesn’t responded to me when I touch you then I will let you go.” He smirked. “I seem to remember you not being very good at that game though. Do you remember your body betraying you over and over?” Tessa felt bile rise in her throat at the memory of his vile touch. He had studied her, like she was a butterfly under glass, learned what made her squirm and cry out, and had used that and her sexual inexperience against her. “I’ve watched you all these years,” he continued, “and I’ve seen how much you’ve tried to forget me. But you couldn’t, could you?”
Her eyes filled with anger and defiance, Tessa nodded, trying to convey that she had not forgotten, that she had never stopped fearing him. She had spent the last almost two decades building a life around the gaping hole he had left in her soul, trying to fill it with friends, family, and a successful career. But he had always been there, lurking in the shadows of her mind, a constant reminder of her shattered innocence.
“Good,” he said, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. “I want you to remember everything.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black device. It was a remote control, the kind you might use for a TV. But Tessa knew it controlled something much more sinister. He held it up and clicked a button.
The table beneath her hummed to life, the metal sending small buzzing sensations through her body. Tessa’s eyes widened in horror as she felt something cold and slick pressing against her between her inner thighs. It began to move, slowly at first, then faster, rubbing against her, as the man cranked up the intensity. The vibrations grew stronger, the pressure more insistent and her thin elastic pants and the barely there thong she wore underneath offered no protection. Despite her fear, she felt a betrayal of her own body as it began to respond slightly. The man chuckled, watching her as she strained against the restraints trying to pull away with the delight of a predator who had found his prey’s weakness.
“You see, Tessa,” he said, his voice a low growl, “You’re still the same. You still want it, still want me, even if you don’t want to admit it.” His words were like a knife, twisting in her gut. He knew her fear, knew her pain, and he reveled in it. Tessa’s body tensed, fighting against the unwelcome sensations that began to intrude upon her, her mind screaming for it to stop. For it all to stop.
He took a step closer, a pair of scissors glinting in his hand. “Let’s make this more… intimate, shall we?” With a swift move, he began to cut through the fabric of her yoga pants, the cold steel brushing against her skin as he peeled them away. Tessa’s eyes filled with tears, her body trembling with a mix of fear and disgust. She squeezed them shut, trying to block out the sight of him, the sound of the scissors snipping through the material that was her last defense.
“Look at me, Tessa,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. She refused, but the pressure of his hand on her chin forced her gaze to meet his. He leaned in, his hot breath on her face as he whispered, “I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you.” His words were a vile parody of affection, each syllable a dagger in her heart.
The scissors continued to cut away her clothing, moving from her pants to her black sport top, the fabric dropping in shreds to the floor. Tessa felt exposed, violated, as the cold air hit her bare skin. Her mind screamed for her to fight, to do something, anything, but she was trapped by the straps and his overwhelming strength. She could only watch in horror as he removed the last barriers between them, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Every move you made, every tear you shed,” he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. “I watched it all.” His words confirmed her deepest fears - he had been there, a silent spectator to her life, feeding off her pain and fear like a parasite. Tessa’s stomach churned as she realized the extent of his obsession. He didn’t want to just take her; he wanted to consum her very essence.
The man took a step back, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh, his grin widening as he took in the sight of her bound and helpless. All that remained was her thong underwear, a scrap of fabric that barely covered her modesty. He smirked, appreciating his own handiwork. “All those nights out with friends, the dates, the laughter,” he said, almost wistfully. “I was often just out of sight, waiting for my moment. And when I wasn’t your posts to social media let me know what I missed.” Tessa felt a cold, bone-deep horror at the thought of his invisible presence, a shadow cast over her every move. Her private moments, her intimate thoughts - he had watched it all, had enjoyed it all, from a distance.
“But I forgive you, Tessa,” he said, his voice a mockery of tenderness. “I even forgive you for giving yourself to another man. Because now you’re all mine again.” His hand slid between her thighs, his touch as unwelcome as a slithering snake. Tessa tried to clench her legs together, but the straps held her open, vulnerable to his intrusion. She felt her underwear being pushed aside, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. The probing was gentle at first, a teasing promise of the horror to come. The man’s fingers moved with a disturbing confidence, a familiarity that made her want to retch. “You see, I know what you really want,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “What you’ve always wanted.”
His hand pressed harder, the vibrations from the table beneath her growing more intense. Tessa’s body responded despite her mind’s desperate protests. She felt the beginnings of arousal, a traitorous heat that made her want to scream. She hated herself for it, for the way her body seemed to betray her. She had never cheated on anyone, had never even felt the need to explore with others. But he had twisted her desires into something dark and sickening.
His fingers grew more insistent, pressing into her, seeking the warmth and wetness that was not there. She was opening to him but still holding back. His confusion was brief, suddenly he withdrew his hand. “You have gotten better at our game, Tessa. That’s good.”
Her kidnapper moved to the side of her and leaned in, taking his time, his movements deliberate and methodical. He bent his head down, his nose brushing through her hair and tracing a line down her neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of sweat and her skin and shampoo filled his nostrils, a heady mix that seemed to almost entrance him. His breath grew hotter, as he took in her natural scent, a scent that was uniquely hers. It was as if he was committing her to memory, marking her as his own personal territory.
Tessa’s mind was a tornado of fear and disgust, her thoughts spinning out of control. Yet, she remained trapped, bound to her prison and gagged unable to voice her protests or push him away. His mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A muffled whimper escaped her, a pitiful sound that seemed to fuel his desire as his hands moved to her chest, his calloused thumbs tracing lazy circles around her areolae, teasing and taunting her as if testing her limits. His breath grew heavier, his excitement palpable in the air around them.
With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled away from her, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Now you’re going to be mine again, ” he murmured, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt.
