Sin & Salvation

Chapter 6

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depictions of physical/psychological abuse and SA. Read at your own discretion & remember, you are loved, you are safe, and you matter ♡

As I'm fully preparing to go bat-shit crazy, I'm greeted by my lovely fiance's face. I'm feeling relieved, until I'm wondering what the hell he's doing in the women's restroom— and why he locked the door.

"Uh, honey, someone could come in, what are you—." Before I can finish, his hand clamps over my mouth and he's turning me around, pushing me into the sinks behind him. My face is shoved up against the mirror as he leans into me.

"You didn't eat much of your dinner and I thought maybe you would've learned your lesson about wasting food after this morning, but it's clear you didn't. Can't let you think that I was just going to let that one go."

He forces my face further against the mirror and my hip bones are screaming from the pressure against the sink. A tear slips from my eye and I watch it fall onto my cheek in the mirror as he pulls up my dress past my hips.

I'm realizing just how wet I am from my encounter with Silas earlier and I know Brett's going to think I'm enjoying what he's doing right now. All I can hear is the sound of his belt coming undone and the zipper on his pants before he hikes my dress up my waist. Cold, lifeless hands move my underwear to the side. I feel him slip a finger into me, almost too easily from my desire.

"Look at you, already wet for me. It's like you wanted to be punished. Is that what it was?" He pushes his tip between my folds as another tear slips from my eye.

"Tell me how you wanted to be punished, Cora." A hand finds its way up my neck and he pulls my hair taut, causing my neck to arch back.

"Y-yes, daddy. I wanted to be punished," I silently choke out.

The deep growl of approval from his throat is no doubt from hearing me call him by his favorite name. "Yes you did, baby. I could see you squeezing those creamy fucking thighs together all night. And now you're going to take this dick like the dirty little whore you are."

I'm not prepared for when he slams into me, pulling my hair tighter, no doubt ripping some of it out. My head arches further back so my neck is vulnerable.

As humiliating as this is right now, the constant ache between my legs all night has been begging to be filled, and even if it's not in the way I imagined, it'll do. Not like I have much choice anyways, so might as well lean into it.

More tears fall from my eyes and I'm reminded of just how little freedom I have. He's always watching, always waiting for me to fuck up. And he's more than happy to correct it at any time and any place.

I would've fucked him if he had just asked, so why does he force me?

My body begins betraying me as I push into him to fill me deeper and relieve some of my tension. Closing my eyes, I decide to imagine that this monster isn't fucking me right now, but someone from one of the books I read.

I do this pretty often and it's part of the reason I love escaping into a world other than my own for a few hours. It makes moments like this a lot easier.

But as I'm trying to picture someone, the only person I can imagine is Silas. The thought of that pushes me over the edge and I reach behind me to grab onto his arm, using it to pump him in and out of me harder. He takes this as an invitation to dig his fingers deeper into my hips, no doubt bruising underneath his touch.

Hello Cora, nice to finally meet you.

The thought of Silas' voice causes a soft moan to escape my lips. Brett starts fucking me so hard all you can hear is our bodies roughly hitting one another.

A flash of Silas' smile and his beautiful green eyes cause my orgasm to start building and I reach down between my legs to circle my clit.

I want to let you know, I see right through it.

Silas whispering in my ear is all it takes to finally push me over. Brett clamps his hand over my mouth as I start crying out from the intensity of my orgasm. My legs are trembling as he slams into me one more time and finishes inside me. I open my eyes and see my lipstick on his hand as he takes it off.

He forcibly flips me around and grabs my face hard enough that I can feel my teeth leaving imprints on my cheeks. "Now tell me what we learned."

I swallow hard. "Not to waste food."

"Atta girl." He gives my face a little love tap and then starts to pull his pants back up. I watch his eyes roam my body as they stop on my stomach. "Maybe it's a good thing you skipped dinner, you're starting to put on some weight."

If I could crawl inside my body and rip it apart, I would. My arms immediately cover my stomach in defense. Suddenly, I'm 13 again in a cramped dressing room with my friends trying on dresses and sweating trying to zip them up.

"Maybe if you lost some weight you'd be able to fit Cora. We can see if they have bigger sizes."

The little bit of food I did manage to eat starts feeling like it's going to come up as Brett turns to me before walking out. "Clean up, you look like a slut who just got railed in a public bathroom." His laugh follows him out as he unlocks the door and leaves.

I turn around to face myself in the mirror and see that my lipstick is smeared across my cheek. The back of my hair resembles a bird's nest. Great.

Thankfully, I carry makeup and a brush in my purse, so I work quickly to clean myself up before anyone can realize how long I've been gone. While I'm fixing my makeup, I try to process the last 15 minutes.

Brett fucking me over a sink. How I came imagining Silas whispering in my ear. How quickly I went from being violated to participating in my own assault.

What is fucking wrong with me?

As I finish, I look at the girl in the mirror and I don't recognize her. My hands glide over my stomach and I pinch the fat willing it to melt away. When did I become such a coward and start allowing people to treat me like an object? How disgusting you have to be to let someone fuck you in a five-star restaurant's bathroom?

A silent sob leaves my chest and a tear rolls down my cheek. It's at that moment that I realize that maybe Silas is right. Maybe there is more to me than I'm showing everyone and it's not because I don't want to.

It's because I can't.