Inferno (MxM)

Four

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-LunaMoon

Angel

*TW: rape*

My body was on fire. Molten lava coursing through my lower abdomen as I force my shaking limbs to carry me in the direction of our home. 

I could feel the blood dripping from my body, my jeans, and torn underwear caked in the crimson liquid. 

It was dark out, the stars hung bright and twinkling in the sky, though there was no moon to guide my way home tonight. 

It was a Thursday and I had taken on no clients that night because I usually stayed past closing to clean the diner on Thursdays. It was only after I finished closing up and halfway home that I saw him. 

A tall man dressed in all black was following not too far behind me. He was bathed in shadow, so I was unable to make out his facial features. Though I could tell he was a man. I was used to people following me at night, sneaking away to pay for my services. 

This man wasn't one I recognized so he must have come from out of town, looking for a good time. I was about to disappoint him though, by telling him I was not offering any services tonight. I promised Dad I would be home around ten-thirty so we could spend some time together as we did not have much free time to spare. 

"Please stop following me," I called back, not bothering to face the man as I spoke. A mistake. "I am not offering any-,"

The knife pressed against my throat stopped me from speaking any further. He was quick to bind my hands behind my back, so tightly that my wrists would later bleed. 

I kicked and scratched and screamed, but he had obviously planned this attack as a dirty cloth was shoved into my mouth, tied in place with another cloth. 

He took me by force in the middle of the dirt path, surrounded only by woods. No one would find me in time, I realized that. 

The man was violent, the most aggressive, vicious man to ever enter me. I'd been with many people who wanted to make me hurt, make me bleed, but never in my life was I met with this much cruel, agonizing torture. His hands made my skin bruise painfully, the forceful snap of his hips caused me to tear and bleed, my blood acting as a lubricant that eased my aching only slightly. 

He choked me when I wouldn't stop crying, his hands leaving deep purple marks around my neck. I thought I was going to die. God, I couldn't breathe, couldn't get enough oxygen into my straining lungs. My whole body burned as I was so brutally violated. It was painful, I was in pain, so much pain...

What had I done to deserve this...? 

Eventually, the man stopped, throwing me onto the ground, slicing through the bindings on my wrists. He spits down at my quivering body, giving me a firm kick to my ribs before walking back in the direction he came. 

I flinched when I heard him mutter a racial slur under his breath, which made my eyes fill with tears. They ran warm down my face, collecting on my chin and dripping onto the dirt path. 

It took me a while to pull myself up, I couldn't tell how long I lay in a broken pile of my own sweat, blood, and tears. But when I was finally able to stand, I felt as if I would collapse. I was so unsure that I wouldn't make it home. But when I lay eyes upon the shabby little house, my eyes well up with tears, blurring my view.