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𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

TW: Mature Content!!- mentions of rape and sexual assault, if it makes you uncomfortable please feel free to leave <3.

*flashbacks are in italics for the first half*

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✼ N E V A E H ✼

"Get the fuck off me!" I shout as loud as I can. My voice came out strained as I struggled to get any air to breathe with his hands wrapped tight around my neck. But it felt like no matter how loud I said it, no one would be able to hear me. No one even cared enough to even do anything. 

So I just laid there. I laid there while he stripped the clothes from my skin and left marks from his tight grip. I allowed him to put his dirty mouth on any parts of my body that he wanted to because it didn't matter how loud I screamed and told him I wasn't ready yet. 

But when I really couldn't help it, I let out a loud scream of pain as he continued to hurt me. His hands were wrapped around my mouth as my tears seemed to be an unending flow. "Shut the fuck up, you cunt." He ordered and of course I willingly obliged because what was a 17-year-old brace faced girl going to do to a 20 something year old man like him. 

I grimaced as his rough hands went to squeeze my breasts and closed my eyes as I felt his warm tongue press onto my nipple. The tears didn't stop and neither did my whining that he was currently trying to muffle out with his hands.

"I've been longing to kiss those lips since the day I first saw you, Nevaeh." He said, removing his hand and bringing his dry lips to mine which I had pressed into a firm line. I hated when my name rolled off his tongue like that. He made it sound like some kind of curse.

Right... So when I was fucking 13 years old, correct?, I think to myself as he tries to get access to my tongue. 

I didn't kiss him back, but it was as if he was forcing my lips to his. Like he was forcing my body onto his, as if he were seeking to fulfill whatever kind of sick fantasy he fed himself about him and I. 

I gasp loudly as I feel a sharp pain between my legs and he immediately brings a hand up to cover my mouth, yet again. "Stop it! You're hurting me!" I do everything I can to get him off me, to stop the pain. I slap his shoulders, I kick and scream, but he has me restrained everywhere. 

"Yeah well, who the fuck's gonna save you now, huh gatinha(kitten)?" He continued his brutal torture on me, stroking in and out of me at a fast pace, not giving me a time to adjust to him- it's not like he's that big or anything. "Your mama don't want you no more. That's why you're here, Nevaeh."

And by here he meant getting my life taken away from me in a shitty hotel room. I imagined my first countless times, but I never imagined it here. In this damned hotel room. With him. And this ugly ass view. All I see when I look up is his half crooked teeth and gold fill-ins for the cavities or teeth he lost glimmering in the night light.

Was this really all I was worth?

"Stop fucking crying, bitch!" He commanded me. I bit his hand in return to his statement and the sharp pain I felt as his dick started hitting me from a different angle. It all felt so weird and it hurt so much that the moans I let out weren't even ones of pleasure, but of pain.