3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

5. Monster

Trigger warning because some stuff is going to be happening that won't be consensual

Robyn's P.O.V.

"Bitch, I'm gonna kill you!!" Slim Shady explodes, making his way over to where I lay helplessly on the bed.

"Fuck you, you piece of shit!!" I exclaim, not really seeing the point of playing nice with him.

He's going to do what he wants anyway, I can sense it in him. He's going to kill me...

"Oh baby girl, that could be arranged," Slim Shady smirks evilly.

Then he sits on top of me, his thighs holding me down on the bed and he begins to unlock my handcuffs.

"You best not even try nothing," he warns.

"I won't," I whisper back.

But I already know that I would.

This being literally the only opportunity I might have to escape, I'm not going to waste it. Who even knows what's he's got in store for me after all, and if I have to die anyway, I think I would rather die fighting.

So, as soon as he frees my hands, I go and smack him as hard as I can in his face, which is granted, covered by that stupid mask, so I then get him in his ribs as well for good measure.

It was dumb of me, of course, to think that it was a fight I could win.

It takes him but half a second to overpower me. He grabs me my arms and twists them behind my back with such force that it's a miracle he didn't dislocate my shoulders in the process.

I cry out in pain and Slim Shady let's go of my arms. Only to slap me hard across the face.

"Fucking bitch!!" He growls underneath that mask. "Ya think you slick, don't ya?! Think you a feisty one too?! Guess imma have to correct that!"

In one swift motion, he flips me over on my stomach, and I then feel his weight pinning me to the bed as he grabs my arms again, cuffing me to the bed again, but this time I'm laying face down on it.

"Now," Slim Shady announces evilly, "Imma teach you some manners, girl," he sounds way to excited for this, and I don't like it one bit.

"Don't move bitch or I might just slice up that pretty soft skin," he then says.

Next thing I know, I feel something sharp, the blade of a knife, against my back as he literally cuts my clothes off of me.

"What are you going to do?!" I exclaim, feeling true fear now as my blood turns cold.

Only to hear him chuckle.

"Fuck you think imma do?! I'll treat you like the slut that you are!" He says, pushing my face into the pillow with one hand, holding me down to the bed with the other.

"STOP!!" I cry out desperately, but of course, he doesn't.

"Yo, shut the fuck up!" His open palm connects with my now exposed skin as he slaps my butt, causing me to whimper.

I hear the sound of him undoing his suspenders behind me, then the weight on the bed shifts as he briefly lifts himself up to I guess take them off completely, only to slam his body back on top of mine once he's done. Fingers digging into my skin roughly, he forces me to lift my butt up in the air, while still pushing my face into the pillow.