Milanas PoV

I slowly started to wake up. You may be wondering how I even fell asleep last night and let's just say Dylan had something to do with it. He had fallen asleep, I on the other hand hasn't. I couldn't. I mean who could when in this situation. my body was still pretty limp so my head was at an angle as to where I was watching him. After God knows how many hours I started to feel sensation in my legs and arms, I moved my legs but the movement woke Dylan up. Dylan looked to me and saw I awake. He groaned got out of bed, walked to his bathroom, came out a few minutes later with a cup with clear liquid in. I had no idea what it was but he clamped my jaw open and forced it down. He told me that I'd be able to sleep now and that's when it all went black, and now the colour is starting to rise.

I fully opened my eyes and looked around the room. Dylan was gone and day light was fighting it's way though the heavy curtains. I looked down to my legs and started to move them, I then started to move my hands. I was able to move again. I felt so happy but the feeling soon went when Dylan walked back in

"Oh good your awake, and able to move" he said as he walked closer. He had fresh blood splattered over him. I felt sick to my stomach when I noticed that. I felt my stomach turn, he got closer and I could smell the metallic smell that followed the red liquid and my stomach just lost it. I felt vile rise in my throat, burning as it went along, then entering my mouth, since my mouth was taped together the vomit had no where to go and it just lingered in my mouth, some made it past the gaps in the tape and dribbled out. My mouth was burning from the acid, I could feel my eyes burning. Dylan laughed and lent over, he started to peel the tape away for me. A mouth full of vomit just drooled straight out, all over me and the bed. Dylan just smiled and looked down at my dribble. He lent his arm on the bed and slowly started to move his face closer to mine. I started to move my head back away from him. He just lent on further onto the bed, I was tied up so my movement leaving was limited.

Soon I wasn't able to move my head back any further Dylan had the full advantage. He connected his lips again my bile filled ones and began to move them against mine. I didn't move then back. Instead I moved my head away but that just made him grunt before his large hand grabbed the side of my head, keeping it in place. I could feel the stringy trails of vomit infested salvia trailing from my mouth to his. I felt like I was going to throw again. The smell and the burning and the for iced action Dylan was doing was constituting to sick demure (what ever that word means)

I felt my stomach turn as Dylan's lips escaped mine.

"Next time you better kiss back, or I'll have option but to punish you" he whispered in a sick sick tone. I gulped, brining the rising vomit back down. "And look at that, you've ruined your nice little dress, guess we'll have to get you a change of cloths so I can wash that one, it's too pure for such stains" he said as he looked down to the dress. But what did he mean by too pure. Surely he had done despicable things to other girls who where in this dress. Surely.

Dylan started to walk away to the draws and opened one. Inside was a pile of woman's clothing. He lifted out some shorts. He looked around in the draw for a while before closing it. He then opened another draw and pulled out one of his own shirts

"Your a lot smaller than the others"