Fifty-Eight

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                        TW Rape            

                     "Are you comfortable babe?" His breath spoke hot on my neck. His weight was crushing me. "Do you feel good? Do I make you feel good?"

No. "Jae". I whispered. I was afraid of raising my voice. "I dont-I can't do-"

"Shhh." He swooned, pressing his thumb to my lips. "It's alright Elinis. I'm not going to hurt you."

How could he lie so easily?

Did he not understand that what he was doing hurt? It hurt so fucking bad. How could he enjoy doing this too me? How could he lie there and smile, while I pleaded; or even begged for him to stop?

He was sick. In the head and in the heart.

Jae doesn't have a heart.

If he did, it would be black and crumbling to dust.

"Jae". I murmered, "Please get off me".

"Not yet".

A sickly feeling churned in the pit of stomach. That, and all the damn emotions running through my mind was making me shake with nausea.

"I can't breath". I gritted out. He wasn't pressing down hard enough to cut off my circulation, but I felt like he was. I was getting claustrophobic. My skin was crawling.

"I can feel you breathing Elin. Dont be so dramatic". He scoffed.

I wanted to shove him off of me, but his right hand was securing both my wrists above my head. Maybe I should've tried kicking him, or tried to squirm out his hold.

"I know you want this Elin". He whispered next to my ear. He shifted his weight, and brought his knee up between my legs.

I bit into my lip when the pressure on my wrists tightened.

His other hand slid under my shirt and to the waistline of my sweatpants. "Your a little slut".

I'm not!

"I see the way you look at me".

He was making this up. He was trying to get into my head. Worst part about it is that I was letting him.

"Let me tell you something". His voice was honeyed; It was sweet yet deadly. "I get these beautifully dirty thoughts whenever I see you. I have to stop myself everytime".

I shivered.

"Stop". I wanted to sound firm, but my voice wavered.

He slid his hand the rest of the way beneath my waistband. "Hmmm". He hummed disapprovingly, "Your not even hard yet".

I turned my head into the crook of my elbow and gnawed at the bottom of my lip. I squeezed my eyes shut, and mentally begged that he wouldn't go any further then just groping me.

I'm pathetic. I was letting this happen. I wasn't trying to get away.

But I had no where else to go.

I wouldn't go back to mum. And it was almost December so I couldn't make it on the streets.

I couldn't leave the city without money, which I clearly didn't have.

I was so engrossed with my own thoughts that I hadn't realized that Jae's hand had dipped around to my ass.

"Your sexy babe". He husked. His hand slid over my butt.

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