It was going to happen. There was no escape. No throwing up on a life-size doll, no running into the forest. Horrible things were going to happen to me, and I was forced to let them, forced to stay.
“You’re a pretty thing,” the guy said and crawled onto the bed. I clenched my legs together, breathing so fast with fear I was near hyperventilating.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Tears streamed down the sides of my face.
The guy pulled his pants down, kicking them off his ankles. He stuck his hand inside his boxers, rubbing his erection. He groaned, running his eyes up and down my body. Slowly, he pulled his hand out of his boxers, took them off, and moved down on all fours, holding himself up over top of me.
He put his hands on my knees. I jerked my legs to the side, breaking his hold. “Don’t touch me!” I screamed.
He took hold of me again, pressing his legs over mine to keep them still. I thrashed around, madly pulling on the handcuffs. If I could just break free, I’d grab something and smash him upside the head. Then I’d tie him up and get the hell out of here.
His fingers hooked around the elastic band of my underwear. He smiled and pulled them down. He gobbled them up and stuck them to his face, inhaling deeply. I wanted to throw up. Instead, I bent my legs up and kicked him in the stomach.
His breath left him in a whoosh. He tossed the underwear on the floor and moved back over me. “You like it rough, cunt? Huh?” He slapped me. “I’ll show you rough.”
Tears bit at my eyes and my cheek stung. I turned my head away, rattling the handcuffs. He got on his knees and grabbed my legs, trying to pry them open. I screamed. My pulse thumped in my neck, and my ears rang. I was dizzy, terrified, and my vision threatened to go black as my brain checked out, unable to handle this.#p#分页标题#e#
Please, God, no. This wasn’t going to happen. I would get away. I had to! I pulled on the handcuffs, the metal cutting into my skin. Frantic, I twisted around, thrashing my legs against him. Fear suffocated me. Hot tears burned in my eyes. No…no…this wasn’t happening.
His fingers dug into my skin as he tried again to pry my legs open. I couldn’t breathe. Black dots floated in front of me. The ringing grew louder and louder. My chest painfully tightened, holding back my pounding heart. He wedged his knee between my thighs, forcing my legs open. I pulled on the handcuffs and screamed.
“You gonna scream for me, baby?” he asked and moved over me. He put his hands on the bed and forced his torso down on mine. “No one will care, princess.” His breath was hot in my face.
He reached one hand down and widened my legs, putting a finger inside of me. He pulled his hand back and stuck his finger in his mouth.
“Mmhhh,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “I can taste your innocence. I want more.”
He reached down, taking hold of himself, and shoved himself inside of me. Horrible, searing pain shot through me. Completely dry, I felt my skin stick as he pushed further in. It was going to rip off. At least the blood would keep me from tearing even more. I screamed, hysterical from the fear and pain. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall as he thrust back and forth, jamming himself into me.
My arms jerked overhead as I pulled against the handcuffs. He moved back and thrust forward again, harder than before. And each thrust hurt just as bad as the one before. He grabbed my legs and lifted them up, shoving himself so deep inside it felt like daggers pushing into my stomach. Only I wasn’t going to bleed to death. He would finish, and I would get up. And then it would happen again. I cried out in pain.
“Stop!” I screamed. He kept moving, grunting with each thrust. Sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping off the greasy hair that stuck to his face, and splashed onto me.
Suddenly, he pushed my legs apart, pushing them onto the mattress. I screamed as my muscles threatened to snap from the over stretch. With one final grunt he finished, heaving his body down onto mine. His weight on top of me made it hard to breathe. I turned my head to the side, gasping for air. His opened his mouth, moaning. His head pressed against my chest and he let out a growl.
Finally, he stopped moving. My body trembled. An echo rang in my ears, as if I was about to pass out. I wished I would. I didn’t want to be conscious and able to think or process. I didn’t want to understand what had happened. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
He collapsed onto me, panting. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking about my house. I wanted to be there so desperately that I swore I could smell the lavender scented candles my mother was always burning.