****TRIGGER WARNING, MENTIONS OF RAPE BELOW. IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE JUST SKIP AHEAD TO THE 73 HOURS LATER SECTION.****
*Six years ago, Miami FL*
"Richard please stop" I cried, tears streaking down my face. My heart raced in fear as Richard grabbed my roughly by the arm, his fingers digging deep and painfully into my skin, as he shoved me down face first onto the nasty and torn beer stained shag couch. He had been high, I could see it in his sullen murky green eyes as a sneer crossed his strong features, his chin length black hair messy. He had gotten high with his friends again right after our high schools football team and his way of celebrating the game he won he went off with Brad and Blake. I knew those two were trouble but Richard never listened to me- when did rich boys ever listen? "Please, let me go, I don't want this"
"Shut up bitch" Richard snarled as he pinned me to the couch with one hand. I struggled and tried to break free but it was no use, he was too strong. Benefit of being a jock. I cried into the couch as he used his other hand to yank off my shorts and panties. I cried harder as I heard them tare "just shut the fuck up and stop crying"
"Please" I sobbed "please don't do this Richard, please! I don't want this, stop!"
"Im tired of waiting you stingy bitch, your virginity is mine, I've waited long enough" Richard snarled as I heard the zipper on his pants come down. Anpu, please help me, send someone to stop this or give me the strength to break free I prayed, hoping for something to happen. My blood ran cold as he forced my legs open and keeping his knees in place to stop me from trying to shut them. Grabbing a fistful of my long golden blond hair he yanked my head to the side but kept it pinned to the couch.
"You don't have to do this," I cried out "this is w-wrong"
"You're my girlfriend bitch, I can do what I want with you" Richard snapped. Just as he did he forced himself in me as hard as he could, a hard and sharp unbearable pain ripping through me as I felt him settle himself inside me with no warning. I screamed in pain and discomfort as he immediately began to start thrusting as hard and as fast as he could.
"Fucckkkkkkk" Richard groaned in pleasure, a moan on his lips, as I cried. I felt violated, each thrust making me sick to my stomach as I silently prayed for this to end. It hurt, I could feel him tearing away inside me as he had no care for how I felt or my cries of pain "you're so fucking tight mmmmm"
"Stop" I cried "please stop"
"Take my cock like a good little whore" Richard snapped, continuing his violent pace as his hips smacked my own "that bitch Ashley took my cock just fine last night, why can't you"
"I don't want this!" I cried out. Richard only huffed as he continued. Despite my pleas and cries for help my body naturally caved into the act, feeling something slick and wet between my thighs as I felt Richard throb inside me "someone help! Please!"
"No one's gonna save you sweetheart, nobodies around" Richard moaned out as I felt him getting close. Please don't cum in me, please dont cum in me I begged silently as I began to feel hopeless. Was nobody seriously around to help? "Fuck you feel so gooddddddd"
"Edward!" I cried out, suddenly calling out for my older brother. I wasnt sure what time it was but this felt as if this was the time he got home from work and he always came straight home after work. Maybe he had been somewhere around, I had to try. "EDWARD, HELP ME!"
"Your brothers not here bitch" Richard grunted, unable to contain his pleasure or the fact he was about to release and he was loosing control so soon. "Edward can't save you"
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