Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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My eyelids fluttered, struggling to wake up to this new reality of mine. The reality of being violated by my best friend. The reality of Wilder shoving his dick up my ass.
There was tightness in my chest. A shiver lingered in my heart. Heavy hot breaths burned deep within my lungs. My eyes stung with anger, fear, humiliation, and pain. Cold sweat damped my naked body, which was heavily covered with blankets that I don't even remember leaving on my bed.
Last night was a blur, but some parts were vivid, especially the feelings. Disgusting horrible feelings that made me sick to my stomach.
I wrapped my arms around my torso, feeling helpless and used. I winced and hissed when I moved. My whole body was aching. I barely managed to roll to my side. I buried my face in the pillow and muffled a scream. I let go with a heavy sigh, fighting back tears.
I felt dirty.
I needed a shower, like right now.
Finally, I opened my tired eyes. It was morning already. The sunlight came through the sheer curtains, illuminating my room. A sweet scent came beyond my broken door—a smell of food.
I dragged myself up with difficulty, groaning as I sat on the edge of my bed. My bare feet brushed against the soft carpet while my hands clutched the blanket around me.
Even though what happened last night was over, I still felt a shiver cruising through my thighs and legs. I tried to stand but my knees buckled and I slumped down, ass-first. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered from the shooting pain. My legs felt like jelly as they dropped flat on the floor. I couldn't use them anymore, so I leaned against the bed and sat there, silent and too overwhelmed to do anything.
My ass was sore. My back hurt like a bitch. And I think I strained my neck because it was so damn painful to move.
I could still feel his thing invading me. I placed a hand over my stomach; it felt like it was bruised, from the inside. I burped with my mouth closed, fighting a gag reflex when a nauseous feeling rushed through my throat.
My fingers tugged at my hair. A pulsing headache banged in my brain, drilling holes into my skull.
The sound of dishes startled me. It was him. Wilder must be cooking something.
I drew the sheet over my lower half, making sure I was decent. I stared down at my body. My skin was sticky with sweat and crusty with dried-up semen—some of it was between my thighs.
A shock of repulsion stirred in my belly. The stirred mass shot upward to my throat. I put my hand on my mouth and swallowed the bitter taste. Feeling even sicker, I curled into myself. My eyes burned and my vision went blurry for a couple of seconds before clearing. Tears ran down my flushed cheeks. The deepening frown between my brows worsened my headache.
