Recovery

Recovery - Ch 11

Recovery - Ch 11

Lesley twitched in her sleep and tensed as she realized that she was back in the bedroom of the house she shared with Cameron. "You need to learn a lesson," Cameron snarled at her as he shoved her down on the bed, "you women are only good for one thing," Ray said as he leaned closer to her and ran his finger down her neck, "you women are all alike," Travis hissed in her ear, "you're a tease," Rick shouted at her as he grabbed a hold of her arm.

The images started to spiral like a slow-moving tornado ...spinning and spinning...around and around only stopping long enough to focus on the angry faces and hateful words that were coming out of each one. Over and over ...one to the other ...Cameron falling on top of her and forcing her legs open, Travis pushing her to the floor in the exam room, Ray leaning closer as he squeezed her throat harder and harder ...than Rick....a mixture of the other three men...Rick...always coming back to Rick....Rick forcing himself inside of her took the place of Cameron .....Rick knocking the wind of out her in the exam room at the clinic and running his hands up her legs to forcibly enter her.....Rick leaning into her with a look of rage that she'd never seen before as he squeezed and squeezed her throat until she started to pass out. Rick ...Rick...Rick...spinning and spinning, around and around, over and over again only coming into focus each time the circle came around in front of her. Each time the whirlwind stopped; Rick's face was all she could see...Rick's voice was all she could hear. Rick's face full of contempt and manic hate.... Rick's voice shouting at her in righteous anger, filled with accusations and filth...Rick's hands pinching and squeezing her.

Lesley closed her eyes tight in the dream, trying to block out the images but they only came faster and faster.

Lesley clamped her hands over her ears in an attempt to stop herself from hearing what Rick was saying but the sound was echoing in her head, in her heart.

"You said you loved me!!" she cried out.

Rick laughed maniacally, "you believed that??? I just wanted to get between your legs."

"That's not true!!" Lesley shouted back.

"Isn't it?" Rick snarled and closed his hand around her throat.

"Stop.... stop," Lesley got out.

"Give. Me. What. I. Want." Rick hissed in her ear as he leaned closer and squeezed harder.

"Okay...." Lesley sobbed.... "Okay."

Rick released his hold on her neck and stepped back, "take them off," he ordered.

Tears ran down Lesley's cheeks, but she reached for the buttons of her shirt.

Rick growled low in his throat, reached forward, grabbed the neck of her shirt, and wrenched the fabric apart. "Do it faster," he hissed.

Lesley eased her ruined shirt off her shoulders and dropped it to the ground then reached back for the zipper of her skirt. "Please..." she started, but Rick ignored her and stepped forward, slapped her hard across the face and pulled her skirt down her legs so that it pooled at her feet. He grabbed Lesley and threw her to the ground then came down on top of her so quickly that she couldn't draw a breath to plead with him again. He thrust inside her so fast and so hard that the tearing pain shot through her like a burning arrow. The agonized scream that burst through Lesley's damaged throat echoed in the dark room as Rick thrust inside her again and again.

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Rick heard Lesley's scream and dropped the drink that he'd been nursing. He took the stairs two at a time and ran down the hallway to their bedroom. The door was closed but Rick burst through it to find Lesley in the bed still crying out in her sleep.