Demented ↠ zm.au

Chapter: One

You were the flower growing in the fifth season, the song written in the thirteenth month

I was awakened from my daydream with a very hard slap to the face...

As the tears start to swell up in my eyes, and the taste of blood on my tongue becomes more distinct...

I look into the eyes of my abuser

...Zayn....Why?....

That was the last thing I could say before I was hit repeatedly, until I was unconscious.

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"Why... Are you still... So tight" He grunts as he puts more force into his thrusts
He had a very tight grip, nails digging into her skin, knuckles turning white- pushing her legs apart to feel more... It didn't bother him that the girl underneath him was in pain, and suffering due to his roughness, because all that mattered to him, was his need to feel satisfied.
"..Z-Zayn... Please-.. Not too rough.. It h-hurts.." She begged, putting her hands where his hands were, trying to get him to ease on the tightness, causing him to tighten his grip. She squealed.. Arching her back, letting her head fall from side to side, trying to ease the pain.
"Stop..fucking talking-... And enjoy the pleasure... I'm giving you." He said, knowing she wasn't enjoying it.
He pulls out, just to push into her with great force, causing her to gasp and let out a shriek.
He let go of her legs, putting his hands on her breasts, massaging them roughly, bending down to bite her neck, only to leave multiple red marks. Tears falling from her eyes, she hoped it'd be over soon. No concept of time, she doesn't know how long she's been under him.
She clawed at the bed sheets as the man she fell for continuously abused her body.

How did her life become.. This? Never in a million years would she have thought that any of this would happen to her.
The man who used to bring her happiness, is now the man bringing her pain.. Excruciating pain- physically and emotionally.
"Zayn..." She breathed out, trying to suppress any other sounds from leaving her mouth. He loves hearing her gasp or let out pain ridden moans. She pursed her lips and shut her eyes tight.
He looked up at her and noticed her stiff face, with one hand back on her leg, he brought his other to her face causing her to open her eyes and look at him.
"Moan for me.." He said, not giving her time before he rammed straight into, causing her to let out a groan that was close to a moan. He noticed and smirked.
"Please...stop.." She said between his grunts. He held her hips down as he started quickening his pace. She starts to close her eyes, feeling that he's almost close.
She opened her eyes wide as she felt Zayn stiffen, looking up at him as he clutched on her hips, thrusts becoming less painful.
He stayed still for a bit, still on top of her but not full weight. They were both panting. She was exhausted. Her body ached and all she wanted to do was go to sleep and let her body recover.
Thinking he was done.. She let out a loud sigh.
Zayn looked at her, put his hands on her waist, and flipped her around so she was lying on her stomach. She looked behind her as she saw him shifting positions.
"No..n-no..n-" she screamed as he plunged two fingers into her from behind. She gripped the bed sheets and let the tears fall.
"..this feels good right..?" Zayn said chuckling. She stayed silent. Only letting incoherent cries speak for her.
"..answer me." He demanded as he added a third finger, rocking her body back and forth.
"Yes..y-yeah.. It feels rea...lly good" she cried out, knowing that if she disagreed he would just be more rough.
She wasn't feeling pleasure, but made him think she was so that it'd be over sooner or later. She'd let out pseudo moans and groans.
He knew she was faking it.. He decided to put her out of her misery and pulled his hand out. Hearing her quietly sob, he decided to fan it off, roll over to his side and pull the blanket up.
"If you're going to cry or make noise, go downstairs or something..don't feel like hearing you....... I'm going to sleep" he said cold-heartedly. She looked at his back, and the tattoos that went down his arm. She brushed the hair out of her face and carefully stood up, knowing she was gonna be sore, and even worse tomorrow. she limped to the drawers, getting a t-shirt, and sweat pants. Walking over to the mirror, wiped the wetness from her face and left the room quietly.
She went to the living room, sat down on the couch, and let her head rest on her hands. Exhausted and In pain, thinking to herself, she decides to go to sleep. She switched positions so she was laying down on the couch, carefully putting each leg on the couch, and then getting comfortable. No blanket or pillow, she curls up and closes her eyes to the thought of Zayn.
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It's 9:30 as she wakes up from the sound of Zayn opening the bedroom door. She opens her eyes slowly and yawns. Shifting her legs, her eyes shoot open and feel the pain in her lower body
"..ahhh...." She sighs to herself. Zayn walks up to her. She looks up, observing him, he's shirtless and his body is nicely toned, how his tattoos cover his whole arm and different ones scattered around his body... Sweat pants hanging off his hips as his hair is thrown to one side, and his facial hair looking exceptionally good.

I was awakened from my daydream with a very hard slap to the face...

Very sorry tHE FIRST CHAPTERS SO BLAND AND SHORT IM WORKIN ON THIS ISH OK A Y????? THANKS FOr readinG :---)