I didn't mind, the sunlight that cast itself over my semi-clad body was warming and the cold air that swept over me was rather refreshing. I think someone left the extractor fan on in the bathroom, the room just adjacent to my bedroom. The humming was always very annoying and it seemed to resound through the walls of my small box-room. It sounded odd, somewhat more distant today but I was sure that it was just making way for the pounding that emitting from inside my head. How much had I drunk last night?

I didn't even want to consider that question, I couldn't remember although I did remember flashing some poor patron at the bar. My lips curled up into a smile even in my semi-sleeping state and I shifted. I was very drunk last night, I could hardly remember more than an odd snippet or two.

One image popped into my head and I felt my nipples seize up. Whatever had happened to the man I was flirting with. He was quite cute, well my friends would have called him ugly, but that is how I like up, big and ugly. He was smart too, the way he talked to me was enough to soak my knickers. He wasn't one for holding back on the smut and when he'd told me how much he wanted to 'ram his cock into my teenage cunt' I had squirmed all over his lap. When that happens to me I find it so much more difficult not to act my age. I collapse and become the giggling school-girl again.

That fucking sun, I shifted my head to one side and then moved my hand to block the sunlight. Or at least I tried to. My hands, the both of them, were resting just above my head like I'd fallen to sleep with my hands up, I must have looked odd, my skirt pulled up and my blouse half open and my hands up. Like a right slut. I liked being a slut, it made a change from being the good little girl everyone thinks of me. Pubs, nightclubs, and sex were more my thing. My mind wondered back to my hands again, why couldn't I move them?

I opened my eyes...

The room was dark, almost black save for the single halogen lamp that stood shining in my eyes. Where the fuck was I. My mind was still swimming from my hangover and the shock of waking up in a strange place. I certainly didn't recognise where I was. I tried to sit up but I couldn't move.

My mind gave a nebulous reaction, and it occurred to me that I was tied up; both my hands where tied behind my head, attached to something on the wall, a pipe maybe. What on earth had I drunk last night? I could feel myself getting scared. I swung my head from side to side, trying to at least figure out what this dark and musky room was.

My eyes caught only a glimpse, a shadow sat in the corner. The light that shone in my eyes made it near impossible to make out anything more than that. "Hello?" I called. My voice trembled. I could feel my hands shaking and butterflies in my belly.

"Tea?" the voice came back. "Coffee, some beer?"

The voice was familiar but vague at best, I couldn't place it. Perhaps one of my friends was playing a joke. "Who are you? Where am I? Can you untie me?"

"Oh dear," the voice sounded. "How rude."

Then it dawned on me where I'd heard his voice before. He was the man I'd met in the club. Big, ugly, and smart. I couldn't help but smile. "Dave?" I queried. "David?"

"David," the man replied.

"What's going on?" my best guess was that he'd taken me back to his place and we had played bondage games, and I couldn't remember! Although what on earth was up with that fucking lamp.

I rubbed my legs together, I just couldn't help myself, my pussy was like an open faucet. I needed to rub to play, or, even better, to have his cock pound my pussy. I grinned at him, trying to make myself look seductive. "You know what?," David said. "?You know how to take the fun right out of this."

"What?" I joked, my pussy was soaking my knickers. I did wonder why I was still wearing them but my lust quickly overrode any such thoughts. "You want me to play scared prisoner?"

"That would help yes." I wish I could see him.

"Oh please mister," I moaned. "Let me go I'm an awfully good girl."

The man laughed, he seemed bemused. That was kind of my intention and my smile grew. I saw the shadow stand and watched his darkness against the darkness of the room move behind the light and dissappear into the glare. The lamp went black, and for just a moment there was total darkness, apart from the coloured spots that danced in front of my eyes. There was a quiet click and two strip lights flickered on. One of them was obviously on the way out and gave out a loud buzz.

I looked around the room, if it could be called that, and then down at the filthy, green mattress, that I was laid on. I threw my head up at the smiling fat man. "Where the fuck am I?" I demanded. I pulled at the ropes on my arms and legs but neither. "Untie me now. Let me go. Let me fucking go!" I screamed.

The man laughed. He laughed! couldn't he see I wasn't joking, I didn't want to play this game. I wanted to home. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I refused to let them out. I couldn't. "That's much better," chimed the man.

"Please let me go," I said.

David moved back across the room, there was an old table just four foot to my right, out of arms reach, if I had use of my arms. Several beer cans lay strewn around the floor and some on the tabletop, there was a rather new looking kettle and two mugs sat amidst the beer. David pulled out an old wooden chair and slumped down into it. He turned and flicked the switch on the kettle. "Tea?" he asked again. "Coffee?"

I shook my head. "Please," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I just want to go home."

"Karla?" the man queried.

"Yes," I answered. "Why?"

The man held up the dirty red passport. "This says Caroline," he said. He opened it. The passport was old, near expiry. The picture looked a lot like me.

"My sister," I whispered.

"Hmm," muttered the man throwing it onto the table.

The kettle clicked off and the man pulled a big black bag from under the table and extracted a box of tea bags and a half-full pint of milk. "Are you sure you don't want any," he asked.

I shook my head. "I just want to go home," I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying. Why was he ignoring me!

David made his tea and dropped the tea bag onto the dusty floor. "The rats will have it," he muttered when he caught me looking at it.

Rats! Was he serious. I shuddered. Becoming rather self aware I tried to curl up a little, or at least wriggle my skirt back down, it was only showing a little of my knickers but I didn't want him seeing them. What was happening? What was he going to do to me?

My mind raced, but I kept calm exterior. He'd enjoyed it when I'd screamed at him and if he thought I wasn't going to play his sick game he might let me alone. I was smarter than he was, I told myself. I could get myself out of this.

"So how old are you?" he asked.

"Sixteen," I lied before I even realised I'd spoke.

David shrugged. "You know," he said. "You shouldn't take your school bag out on the pull little slut."

I cringed. Oh god what had he seen. the man reached to the back of the table. I hadn't seen it up there. The passport should have told me. He lifted up my school books, just the two that I couldn't be bothered to remove before heading out. Just my English book and a maths book, I sighed. There was nothing there for him. I was thankful that I'd not put my diary in there. I didn't have many friends in school, and spent most of my time sat in a corner of the dining hall writing. "Year nine," hemuttered.

I closed my eyes. So what he knew I was a kid, that didn't matter I could still get out of this. "Thirteen? fourteen?" he asked.

"Fourteen," I admitted.

David smiled. "So what exactly were you doing out in the middle of Watford, Destiny's isn't a place I expected to find someone so. young," he asked.

I was looking for sex, but I wasn't about to tell him that now. "Nothing, just having a good time," I said. "Stop this I want to go home now. My-my m-dad will be worried. He'll come looking for me."

The man reached back onto the table and lifted up my mobile phone. Oh god. I squirmed, he was playing with me, he just wanted to scare me. He was going to have sex with me and then found out I was a kid. That had to be it. He was trying to scare me into being a good girl. "We've a mum," he chuckled, "but no dad. Lots of missed calls by the way, your mother must be quite worried."

I didn't even know my father, but it had sounded good at the time, what good would 'my mum will beat you up' have done? I swallowed hard, and tugged again at the ropes. "Let me go!" I shouted.

The man sipped his tea again and then stood up, he carried his cup over to me and took another sip. "You are not allowed to lie to me little cunt," he said and then turned the cup over.

I jerked and gave a surprised yell. The hot liquid hit across my blouse and scalded my tits. It hurt more than anything I'd ever felt. I did the only thing I could. I screamed. My body thrust about almost involuntarily. I just had to get free. I needed to get the burning water off of my boobs. The tears I'd been so successful in holding back sprung forth and poured down my face. "Stop it!" I screamed. "It hurts get it off."

The bastard just let me scream. He let me yell at him and he laughed. he fucking laughed. The tears that flowed down my cheeks were nothing to do with the pain. I felt humiliated, and, most of all, I was terrified. He had no intentions of playing games with me. He-he was going to rape me. I could feel it. A pervert, he wanted a fourteen year old bird. "Don't lie to me again," he spat.

I sobbed and nodded. My throat was getting sore. "I just want to go home," I blubbered.

"You're not going home," he sighed. "Get used to it, and just do as I was told."

What did he mean I was not going home. Did he mean until he'd done what he wanted, was he going to rape me - torture me. Oh god please could that not be it. Was he going to keep me, or - or... I couldn't even bring my thoughts to go there. He was going to let me go he just wanted sex.

The evil bastard knelt down beside me, he leant over me, I could smell the beer and tobacco on his breath. I turned away, and felt his fingers grip onto my chin to pull me back over. "Don't be a bad slut," he muttered. "I want your tongue."

He pressed his mouth against mine. I sealed my lips. This was disgusting, I wriggled under him. I felt his hand run up my waist and over my small and firm breasts. I felt his fingers run across my nipple. I couldn't help but moan. Until he got a grip on that sensitive part. My mouth opened for a scream but I found it muffled by the sick fuckers tongue. The burning pain in my nipple made it too difficult to think straight but after a moment I clamped my teeth down, I missed his tongue but at least it was now out of my mouth. I felt ill, my breast hurt.

It was very slowly that he twisted on my nipple, and the pain was just too much to bear. I squealed and shook my head. "Stick your fucking tongue out," I heard him shout at me.

I didn't know what to do, so I did as I was told. The grip on my nipple relaxed and I jerked as, for just a fraction of a second, the pain increased to a new level. Thankfully it quickly died down. His mouth went around my tongue. I let him suck it, there was nothing else I can do. I just lay there staring up at the flat plaster ceiling. My vision was blurred through my tears and it made pretty streaking patterns with the light. I made myself concentrate on that. To forget about what he was doing to me.

He either didn't like me ignoring him or was very vindictive. I had little warning; his incisors brushing against my tongue, and then the pain shot down into my mouth. I squealed, or tried to, a choking gasp was more like it. His teeth sunk into my tongue. My eyes went wide and I thrashed about, I couldn't help it, I just needed to get my tongue out of his mouth.

It felt like he was biting on me for hours, and when he did let go I saw blood trailing down his chin. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. I hurt, and blood filled my mouth. I turned to spit it out. So much blood, I lay with my tongue poking out of my mouth watching the blood soak into my blouse. David smiled at me, and then spat. It hit me in the face and stuck there. I thrust my head to the side and it fell off, then I saw it. The last quarter of an inch of my tongue. My eyes rolled into my head and I blacked out.

I don't know how long I was out for, it could have been moments or hours, although David was still leaning over me, groping at my tits grinning at me. It took me a moment to realise that he'd opened my blouse. He was touching my bare tits! My tongue throbbed... I didn't know what to think or what to do. His rough hands squeezed and pulled my tits. "Oww!" I cried. "Thop at!"

I closed my mouth, I know what I'd wanted to say, but I couldn't make the words. I ran my tongue, across my lips. It was sore but I could feel the bite mark, the flat end where the rest of my tongue had been. I felt faint again but a sharp blow to my left tit brought me back to focus. "Le m gooo!" I screamed.

He hit me again and I screamed louder. His hands then gripped both of my nipples and he yanked them up hard. I threw my head from side to side. I felt like I was loosing my mind. It just hurt so much. I begged him to stop, I cried and I begged him but he didn't listen. Just stared at me with his gleeful look. I hated him so much.

"I'm going to kill you cunt," he spat suddenly.

I shook my head. He was lying he just had to be lying. I felt him hit me again, my small exposed tit jerked. I screamed. There was nothing else I could do. He licked his lips and then put his head down to suck hard on my nipple. "Hhhh," I cried out.

I felt his teeth brush me again and I screamed even before he bit me. This new pain surpassed everything. It was like he was trying to bite by nipple off. He pulled his head up and I felt my skin tear, and I saw it fly out towards me. My own bloody nipple stuck me between my eyes. I went hysterical. I screamed and pulled and threw my head around. I never even saw the skewers. When he raised a hand it glinted and I froze to see what it was. Too late, the stabbed it down deep into my breast. I actually felt it hit my rib. My body thrust upwards. The second one thrust downward just as quick. it tore through my left tit, right trough where my nipple had been bitten off. I coughed and blood rose into my mouth, I turned and vomited it up, and then retched brining up even more blood and whatever I'd had to eat for the past week. It went down over my tits. My body trembled. I could barely see. I hardly even noticed it when the man pulled my knickers out of the way. Although the feeling of his cock thrusting inside brought me, briefly back to my senses.

I couldn't even scream any more. I could hardly breath, spots danced in front of my eyes. I was being raped and yet I didn't care.

Spots, so pretty.

My body was filled up with him, his breath stroked over my face, my sick and blood smeared between us..

and it was spots, pretty red, green, and blue spots dancing around my field of vision, everything else blended into the background.

He pulled off of me and I wondered if he'd cum in me, it didn't seem like he'd had time to d to that but time was now alien to me, it felt like I was just looking back on a distant memory. The flash of the blade drew my attention for a moment, I watched it descend towards me. It looked slow, but I knew it was coming fast, straight at my belly. My body reacted and the sharp bite of pain shot though me, it was different somehow... but it didn't last, colour exploded in my eyes and everything else went black, and then, my life started to flash before my eyes.

The End