Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 39

*Warning: Still some uncomfortable scenes*

This hell lasted for eternity, with sometimes Philip quietly moving away from my mouth, but not sucking hard enough or long enough to cause any marks. Occasionally I would give more of a fight, but I lost more blood each time. 

I don't know how long It lasted, but when Philip finally got off of me, I never felt more relieved. As he got up and put his shirt back on (that was the only thing he took off, thank goodness) I wanted to get up, grab my clothes and run, but I felt so weak and sore. 

I feel some clothes land on my chest and then I hear Philip say: "Put them on. Now." I slowly nod my head and get my shorts, tank, and button up back on, hiding a lot of the cuts he made on my body. 

He than yanked me up by the arm. "Now that was fun. We'll definitely have more of that," Philip smirks. 

I start squirming but the knife is suddenly at my throat. "Tell anyone about what we're doing and you're dead, got it babe?" I slowly nod my head scared of the blade at my neck. "Let's get back to the homestead now, right babe?" Philip smiles, his voice sounding how I first heard it. I saw the knife glint in his hand and I nodded. "Great." He smiles, taking me by the hand back to the homestead. 

I forced myself to have a blank face, unwilling to show how weak I was and In no way was I willing to act like I was happy with this piece of klunk. 

When we finally reached the homestead, Philip got me to my room and laid me down on the bed. I laid down on my side and Philip started kissing me again. 

I was too weak to resist. 

A knock sounded on the door and Philip went to answer it. 

"Hey, I gotta talk to y/n," a faint voice says. 

"Sorry, she's tired. Had a long day. She'll talk to you later tho," Philip says before slamming the door and then going back to kissing me until I fell asleep in a dream of pain. 

How would I get out of this? 

Who cared what happen to me. I'd stand up next time.