Second Chance

CHAPTER 18

HI! I promise you there will be (consensual) smut coming up soon. The dynamic between Harry and Axelle atm isn't exactly sexual, but i'm building up to it <3

TW: MENTIONS AND ACTS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT IN AXELLES DREAM. SKIP TO *** IF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU. A SMALL SUMMARY WILL BE POSTED AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.

"Do you ever look sexy doll. Daddy picked you out a good set didn't he?" Maverick tells me into my ear from behind me. My entire body throbs from the relentlessness of Maverick using me. It feels like it's been hours, and I'm well past the point of giving out. Maverick is physically having to hold me up.

I just want it to stop.

My head hangs, while I silently pray for this to be the last round of the night, so I can go back to my room and be alone.

"I have another surprise for you doll," Maverick tells me, tucking a piece of my hair behind me ear. When I don't respond, he reaches his hand in front of my face and wraps his fingers around my chin, making me bring my head up.

My eyes widen at the sight in front of me, horror taking over my entire body.

Everyone I know stands in front of me, Zoella, my parents, Harry, Liam, Zayn, all the agents who work for Maverick. They all watch me as Maverick slams into me over and over again.

They know.

I never wanted anyone to know.

"How could you do this to us?" My mom shouts to me, a tear slipping from her eye. Her face is filled with disgust and disappointment, my dads face beside her being the same.

A sob escapes my lips, and my head hangs again, a mix between the physical pain in my body and the pain from having everyone know my secret.

They'll never look at me the same again.

"What a slut. I bet she loves what he's doing," Liam whispers over to Harry, and they both scoff at me, shaking their heads. I want to die.

"Please, stop! Just stop!" I cry out accidentally, meaning to have just said that in my head.

Mavericks movements freeze, him still inside of me. He grabs my face again, this time not as gentle, before flipping me around to face him. He looks down at me, an angry scowl plastered on his face.

"What was that doll?" He asks.

I don't say anything, not daring to repeat my desperate pleas. When I'm still silent, Maverick raises his absent hand, and brings it forcefully across my face, a burning feeling immediately breaking out across my cheek.

Before I can even process what he just did, he's flipping me around again, and going right back into what he was doing before.

Stop, stop, please. Stop.

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"Stop!" My head shoots up from my pillow, my entire upper body pushing the covers off from my force. I'm sitting straight up, my chest rising and falling at a very quick speed. I feel hot, so hot. I can't breathe.