I shifted my leg away from his. I didn’t want him touching me.
He stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed before crawling under the covers. He was completely naked. He pulled the covers over my body as well, even though I was in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Are you just going to make me sleep in these clothes?” I asked.
“For now,” he said. “Sorry.”
I knew he wasn’t sorry.
“What if I have to pee?” I asked.
“I’ve got a bed pan,” he said matter-of-factly.
“That’s disgusting,” I said. I wanted to tell him once again that he was insane, but I knew it was like talking to a brick wall. There was going to be no reasoning with him. He wanted one thing, me, and so far he was getting it.
My eyes burned hot as I could feel the tears welling up, but I didn’t want him to see me cry. I didn’t want him to see me weak. I turned my face away and let a few tears fall and land on the pillow that was supporting my head.
I kicked myself for being such an idiot. Getting involved with him was hands down the worst decision I’d ever made. If I never saw my family again after this, it would be all my fault.
I felt his hand on my cheek and I shuddered in response. The hand that had once turned me on and pushed all the right buttons now did nothing but strike the fear of God into me.
“You okay?” he asked. In that moment, he seemed sincere, but I knew better.
I shrugged him off.
“I know this is hard for you,” he said. “But things will get better. Just keep an open mind. There’s a wonderful life waiting for you if you just give it a chance.”
“I loved my life back home,” I said.
“You loved being lonely and miserable all the time? I know girls like you. You don’t like being single,” he said. “And you, Molly, you don’t deserve to be single. You deserve to have a big, strong man taking care of you and seeing to your every need. Let me be that man.”
His words were purely psychotic laced with a little bit of evil, and they sent a jolt of fear running down my spine. I shuddered in response once again.
“You’re so beautiful, Molly,” he cooed into my ear. His voice vibrating against my eardrum made my hair stand on end. “Your gorgeous hair. Your green eyes. Your bangin’ body. You’re like my dream girl come to life.”
I turned my face away from him again. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t believe anything he said anymore, and everything he said was said only to serve him and his needs. He was a bullshitter who knew what to say, that was all.
“I see a long life for us,” he continued. “Maybe even a couple kids? I’d love to have a couple blonde headed kids. Your hair. My eyes. A boy and a girl?”
My stomach churned.
“Ever think about having kids?” he asked as he looked at me.
I said nothing.
“Hey, I asked you a question,” he said as he sat up and looked at me, his face closer to mine than it should’ve been. “You want kids?”
I pursed my lips and nodded. “Sometimes I think it’d be nice. I don’t know though. I’m still young. I’m only twenty-four.”
“Nice and fertile,” he said in the creepiest voice. “Good.”
He laid on his side and turned towards me, wrapping one strong arm around my waist. His hands suddenly grew curious as he rubbed me all over, starting with my breasts and working his way down, rubbing my crotch over top of my pants.
“I need to have that again,” he said. “Shit’s so damn good.”
I wanted to die. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want him inside me. I didn’t want him touching me. But I had no choice. I was a prisoner.
I glanced down and saw his naked cock growing harder by the second, and his hands were growing more and more aggressive with my restrained body. I wondered if he really got off on this sort of thing more than anything else. I’d heard of men like him, men who loved to overpower women and have their way with them.
I closed my eyes to hide the tears that were starting to fall as he continued touching me all over. His hands slipped under my top then under my bra cups, fondling my breasts. He leaned up and placed one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before releasing it to the cool night air.
He crawled up closer to my face and bit and sucked my neck. I was sure he was going to leave marks. He nibbled on my ear for a bit, then kissed my mouth.
“Kiss me back,” he instructed. I knew better than to disobey him, especially in that situation.
As much as I hated myself for it, I kissed him back. I parted my lips and let his tongue wrestle mine as our lips moved in tandem.
Suddenly he crawled off of me, took a deep breath and rolled over.