Possession(44)

Who is this guy? I don’t know him. I try to look into his eyes to find some sort of humanity in there, but all I’m met with are pools of black. He’s like the devil himself.

“Fuck!” he screams, and I feel when he thrusts one last time before I’m out cold again.



My head is pounding and at first, I don’t know where I am. I try opening one eye, and all I can see is black. I move my body so I can see better and feel the ache between my legs. I wince a little, grabbing myself down there. Why am I so sore?

I’m in Drake’s bedroom on Drake’s bed, but there’s no Drake with me. I frown, confused as to what’s going on. I remember Drake saying he wanted me here, but I can’t seem to remember anything else. Where is he?

Holding my sore head, I look around the room and almost scream when I see a silhouette crouched in the corner of the bedroom by the door.

“Drake?” I ask, my voice croaky. He doesn’t move. He is sitting with his knees bent and his face down in between his legs. Without seeing his face, I can tell he looks troubled, but by what?

Getting up, I go to him, crouching down beside him and touching his arms. “Drake, what’s the matter?”

“You should take some tablets. Your head must be hurting by now.”

I frown. How does he know this? What’s going on? Why can’t I remember anything? “Drake, I don’t understand.”

Finally, he looks up. It’s dark in here, but not too dark to see the pain written across his face. “You’re not meant to understand. You’re only meant to comply.”

I close my eyes, feeling the fuzziness of my head. I’m about to ask him what the hell’s going on when he speaks again.

“Why do you always have to push, Evelyn? Why? Always disobeying. Always pushing, pushing, pushing.”

His last word was so venomous, I almost stumbled back. What on earth have I done?

“One day, you’re going to get yourself into trouble. You need to learn to do as you’re fucking told. If you just did as asked, then none of this would have happened.”

None of what?

“Sit when told, stand when told, and obey when told. That’s all you have to do.”

Sit still, look pretty.

Suddenly, flashes of memories come back to me. I remember Drake’s father visiting. I remember how nasty, vindictive, and arrogant he was. I remember feeling scared. Feeling his hands on me. I remember…

I shoot back, suddenly afraid of Drake. He notices my change in demeanour, and I see the look of pain cross his face. I can also see what looks like an apology there, but how can I accept what he did?

Again.

“You raped me.” The words come spilling out of my mouth. I can feel that anger building again. How dare he?

I hear him sigh and dip his head low a little. “Evelyn—”

“You raped me,” I say again, harsher this time.

My words must hit a nerve because soon he is up, stalking towards me. He grabs my hair, making me yelp, and pulls my head back. “You are mine to take when I want, however I want. Do I need to remind you again? Do you want me to get my cock out and shove it down your throat just to make you listen and shut that fucking mouth of yours?”

Tears pool in my eyes. What’s happened to him all of a sudden? He watches me as a lone tear falls down my face, and for a moment, I see what looks like a flash of guilt in his eyes, but he quickly composes himself.

He pulls my hair again. “Well, do you?” I shake my head. “Well then, just do as you’re fucking told.” He releases his grip and stands upright. “Now, get on the bed and spread your legs.” I start to shake my head again. I don’t want him like this. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

With my legs shaking and my head still pounding slightly, I wobble towards the bed, get on it, and lie down. I’m naked, and I feel bruised and violated in every way possible. I can’t understand how a man who once bought me ice cream, mobile phones, and even a horse could do such a thing to me now. I’m sore down there and certainly not ready for sex. In fact, I don’t want him anywhere near my body again.

I watch as he climbs onto the bed. My instinct is to run, but I know for a fact I won’t get anywhere. He’s naked like me, and I can already tell his cock is hard.

As he settles himself between my legs, I close my eyes, biting back the tears that threaten to fall. I don’t want to shed tears for this man. He is not worthy of them.

I don’t open my eyes, but I can feel him manoeuvring. I can feel his hands on my skin and his heavy breaths against my thighs. I lie there rigid as he kisses up my thighs just like he did last night to me under the table. But this time I don’t want it. This time, it disgusts me.