asked.
"Your name," Claire said. She wanted her voice to sound louder, stronger, but it was too difficult with her face grasped between his fingers.
"What about my name?"
Claire chuckled again. "You're a cliché!" She spat at him.
"A cliché? What the fuck is that?"
Claire started to laugh louder, red spit spraying from her mouth.
"Tell me," Big Mike said. He continued to squeeze her chin. "Tell me! What's a cliché?"
Claire finally managed to pull her face away from his cruel fingers.
"You!" she screamed. "You're a cliché! Just one big fuckin' cliché!"
Big Mike couldn't take it anymore. He slapped her across the face. She fell backward and hit her head against the desk. He punched her a few more times. She tried to pull her arms up over her head but she couldn't really defend herself. Her one arm was still handcuffed down.
Big Mike stood up.
"A cliché?" he said. "I'll show you a fuckin' cliché!"
He reached down and pulled Claire up. She couldn't do much to fight against him. Her head was spinning and she had very little energy.
He spun her around. Her wrist tugged at the handcuffs. She felt a searing pain run through her arm. Then Big Mike put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down onto the desk. The side of her face smashed heavily against it.
"You wanna see a fuckin' cliché?" Big Mike screamed. "You'll fuckin' see it!"
He pulled at her hair and then smashed her face down once more. She felt the side of her cheek explode with pain. She knew it had busted open. She could see her blood starting to smear the top of the desk.
"A cliché, a cliché!" Big Mike continued. "A fuckin' cliché!"
She felt him reach around her front. He was grabbing for something. She didn't know what.Then she realised that he was unbuttoning her jeans.
He quickly pulled them down and whistled loudly. "My, what a fine piece of ass! You're gonna get all the cliché you can handle right now!"
Claire still couldn't move. She didn't have the energy. And though she wanted to fight back, she couldn't.
She felt him slip his fingers greedily underneath her panties. He pulled them down too.
He slapped her ass and whistled again.
He unbuckled his belt next. It clinked loudly. Then he pulled his pants down and pushed up against her. She could feel his weight pressing down on her from behind. She could feel his erect penis pressing against the back of her legs.
He put his head down closer to her.
"Are you ready to thank me now?" he asked.
Claire couldn't speak. She could barely breathe with him on top of her. She wanted to push him off. But all she was able to do was close her eyes.
She felt his lips press against her ear and give her a soft kiss. Then he pulled back and grabbed his penis. He shoved it into her. She moaned in pain. Big Mike mistook it for pleasure.
"I knew you'd like it," he said, thrusting deep into her again.
Claire bit down on her bottom lip as he continued to rape her.
*
Claire woke up a few hours later. She was lying on the ground. Her hand still cuffed to the metal desk.
She looked around . No on e .
She touched her face. It burst with pain.
She licked her lips. They tasted of blood.
It was difficult for Claire to move, but she managed to sit up. She looked down. Her bottom half was naked, except for her socks. Big Mike had kept those on.
Claire didn't know where Big Mike was. She really didn't want to. She was tired and thirsty. She hurt badly.
In front of her she noticed the bottle of water. She reached over and picked it up. Her whole body screamed out as she did so. Especially her arm. But she needed to drink something.
Carefully, she tried to open the top. It was hard for her fingers to manage. They were weak and continued to shake. Eventually, she managed. She put the bottle to her mouth and took a few sips. The water was warm, but tasted good, nonetheless.
She rinsed out her mouth and spit onto the floor. Blood-filled water splattered everywhere. She tensed at the noise.
"Your name," Claire said. She wanted her voice to sound louder, stronger, but it was too difficult with her face grasped between his fingers.
"What about my name?"
Claire chuckled again. "You're a cliché!" She spat at him.
"A cliché? What the fuck is that?"
Claire started to laugh louder, red spit spraying from her mouth.
"Tell me," Big Mike said. He continued to squeeze her chin. "Tell me! What's a cliché?"
Claire finally managed to pull her face away from his cruel fingers.
"You!" she screamed. "You're a cliché! Just one big fuckin' cliché!"
Big Mike couldn't take it anymore. He slapped her across the face. She fell backward and hit her head against the desk. He punched her a few more times. She tried to pull her arms up over her head but she couldn't really defend herself. Her one arm was still handcuffed down.
Big Mike stood up.
"A cliché?" he said. "I'll show you a fuckin' cliché!"
He reached down and pulled Claire up. She couldn't do much to fight against him. Her head was spinning and she had very little energy.
He spun her around. Her wrist tugged at the handcuffs. She felt a searing pain run through her arm. Then Big Mike put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down onto the desk. The side of her face smashed heavily against it.
"You wanna see a fuckin' cliché?" Big Mike screamed. "You'll fuckin' see it!"
He pulled at her hair and then smashed her face down once more. She felt the side of her cheek explode with pain. She knew it had busted open. She could see her blood starting to smear the top of the desk.
"A cliché, a cliché!" Big Mike continued. "A fuckin' cliché!"
She felt him reach around her front. He was grabbing for something. She didn't know what.Then she realised that he was unbuttoning her jeans.
He quickly pulled them down and whistled loudly. "My, what a fine piece of ass! You're gonna get all the cliché you can handle right now!"
Claire still couldn't move. She didn't have the energy. And though she wanted to fight back, she couldn't.
She felt him slip his fingers greedily underneath her panties. He pulled them down too.
He slapped her ass and whistled again.
He unbuckled his belt next. It clinked loudly. Then he pulled his pants down and pushed up against her. She could feel his weight pressing down on her from behind. She could feel his erect penis pressing against the back of her legs.
He put his head down closer to her.
"Are you ready to thank me now?" he asked.
Claire couldn't speak. She could barely breathe with him on top of her. She wanted to push him off. But all she was able to do was close her eyes.
She felt his lips press against her ear and give her a soft kiss. Then he pulled back and grabbed his penis. He shoved it into her. She moaned in pain. Big Mike mistook it for pleasure.
"I knew you'd like it," he said, thrusting deep into her again.
Claire bit down on her bottom lip as he continued to rape her.
*
Claire woke up a few hours later. She was lying on the ground. Her hand still cuffed to the metal desk.
She looked around . No on e .
She touched her face. It burst with pain.
She licked her lips. They tasted of blood.
It was difficult for Claire to move, but she managed to sit up. She looked down. Her bottom half was naked, except for her socks. Big Mike had kept those on.
Claire didn't know where Big Mike was. She really didn't want to. She was tired and thirsty. She hurt badly.
In front of her she noticed the bottle of water. She reached over and picked it up. Her whole body screamed out as she did so. Especially her arm. But she needed to drink something.
Carefully, she tried to open the top. It was hard for her fingers to manage. They were weak and continued to shake. Eventually, she managed. She put the bottle to her mouth and took a few sips. The water was warm, but tasted good, nonetheless.
She rinsed out her mouth and spit onto the floor. Blood-filled water splattered everywhere. She tensed at the noise.
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