Amissis Imperium

Pawn Occupatus

Thursday Morning

The whiteboard was in front of me with the words 'Quiz Today' in bold, red letters. I could see the way the marker had moved by the jagged, sluggish letters. It was written hastily by Mr. Peters just a few minutes earlier. 

My fingers twitched. 

I tried to control my breathing.

The teacher's sudden booming voice caused me to flinch.

"This is going to take the entire class period," I trembled slightly but managed to get in under control. "Make sure to read each question carefully," Mr. Peters started handing out the quiz, a few sheets in each pile to account the students in each row. "Do not flip it over until I say to begin."

I was going to have to turn around and pass it to the person behind me. But, I didn't want to see his face -- I couldn't see his face at the end of my row. Slowly, and with trembling fingers, I shakily picked one of the first sheets, turning my body to deliver the rest of the papers to the person behind me. 

Unfortunately, the one face I didn't want to see -- Evan was at the end of my row. The second our eyes met, I paled and couldn't feel my hand. It was bad enough that it was bandaged at the wrist from the shower last night. That, and the bruise was starting to turn a ghastly color. It was sure to draw some suspicion and questions from the students if it wasn't hidden.

Evan didn't break eye contact. 

He then slowly smirked at me.

It was the first time this morning that I had looked at him after what happened last night:

"Evan, stop! Stop!!" I yelled, but he kept going. Both of my hands were tied at the bedposts and I kept crying as he took me over and over and over again. My arms kept wanting to push him away. 

I didn't want this.

I didn't want any of this!

"Stop...!" I hiccupped. "Stop, please...!" I was screaming and thrashing, but instead of deterring him to stop, it only seemed to encourage him to keep going. I could feel him ripping inside of me. I didn't want to look down there and instead clenched my eyes shut. 

The tears kept coming.

Why wasn't he stopping?

I didn't want this...I was in so much pain!

Didn't he care?

Didn't he care??

"S-S-Stop!" I continued to cry. He started to chuckle, taking some sort of sick amusement in the way that he was causing me so much pain...so much distress and misery. My next word was weak since I was trying to get away from him inside of my mind. 

"Stop..."

I dropped the papers causing them all to crash onto the ground in a wild, spread out fashion. I knew that most of the class was looking at me at this point from the disturbance. I didn't care -- I concentrated on breathing. 

He was proud of what he had done to me. He had no trouble sleeping while I couldn't sleep a wink. 

How could I? 

He had ruined me. He had...!

"Natalie?"

"Every time that you run, we'll just end up here," Evan spoke. I looked up at the ceiling with tears flowing freely down my face. I needed to pretend I was somewhere else -- for the sake of my own sanity. My body was jolted forward as he entered inside of me again. "Keep that it mind next time you try, Nat."