Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 13: «I want everything to stop» [RAPE +18]

Porsche

I hold back my best not to hit Pete in front of everyone.

I can't stand what he told me and even less when the others outbid by laughing at me.

Pete hasn't commented since I grabbed him firmly by the arm to lead him outside the University walls.

He knows I'm angry but doesn't try to calm me down. I think he's too scared of me to dare do anything.

He does well.
I will not bear one more affront from him.

- Porsche... where are we going? Are we going to... eat out?

We came out of the University and we are less students. So I can let my rage speak.

- Nope. We're going nowhere! You think I'm going to be nice to you after humiliating myself in front of everyone?

I pinch his arm and Pete squeals in terror.

- P... Porsche no stop you're hurting me... I didn't want to upset you... you know that I did this to get into the teasing game of... I didn't want to aim at you voluntarily ...you know I would never do it as normal...

I slap Pete and he takes it without flinching.

- I don't tolerate this kind of behavior and you know it perfectly... maybe I don't beat you enough? You want me to hit you everyday so you know not to mess with me?

Pete shakes his head and grabs my arm. He is terrified.

- N... no Porsche... please don't beat me... I... I beg your pardon... it won't happen again... I'm sorry it gave you back uncomfortable and angry...it's my fault...sorry...

- You think it's by crying that I'm going to have pity on you...? You are totally wrong...

I drag Pete into the first alley I come across and pin him against a wall out of sight.

- I don't... Aaaaah...

Taken from a madness I start to strangle Pete. He squirms in pain and begins to cry.

- I told you not to cry!!

I kick him in the ribs and he moans in pain and tries to struggle.

- aaaah... I... I can't breathe... Porsche...

Tears are streaming down his cheeks and he is having more and more trouble breathing. his gestures are less forceful. He lets go and I wait for him to be on the verge of agony to let go.

He falls to the ground, catching his breath immediately. I look at him with contempt before giving him a few kicks wherever I can. Pete tries to control his screams so as not to attract the attention of people passing in the street.

He wraps himself in a ball to protect his body from the possible consequences that I am inflicting on him. He screams, begs for me to stop kicking him.

- Porsche... you hurt me...

I punch him for a few minutes before stopping and straightening him by the hair. I throw him against the wall and punch him. He screams in pain and curls up on himself.

- Sorry... sorry... Porsche... I'm sorry...

Pete doesn't look. He trembles with fear when I lean towards him. His mouth is bleeding. It only takes one hit to mark it.

I place my hands on each side of the wall and he shakes even more.

- Now you will listen to me carefully.

I grabbed him by the neck so he looked at me. He moans in terror.

- Shhhhh... no noise...

Pete immediately shuts up but trembles. I bite my lip observing the curves of his body before amplifying my grip on him. He moans in terror and grabs my wrist so I don't hurt him anymore.