Hell Himself

Why dont i show you how much of a monster i can be?

{Note: Sorry for the short chapter. Also, explicit scenes again!}

Bill's pov

While hearing her words made me ashamed, I felt anger inside of me. How dare she have the audacity to speak that way to me? I don't care how true that statement may be; she has no right to speak of it.

I glared at her, slamming her head back down onto the table and grabbing both of her hips this time.

She squealed in pain, holding her head and squeezing her eyes shut, tears roling down the sides of her face. Then, she looked up at me, speechless.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that." I growled, huffing hard as I started untying my pants

"Bill, what..." She paused when she saw me taking my sweatpant strings off. "What are you doing...?"

I slammed my hand onto the table, next to her head, making her flinch. I muttered as I started pushing down my sweatpants.

"What did you say...?" She asked, but I think she already knew what was happening to her.

"Why don't I show you how much of a monster I can be...?" I growled out the threat, huffing again as I grabbed her hips again.

She didn't say anything this time, but she kept her eyes wide and on me, her hands shaking while she bit her nails.

I positioned myself at her entrance, pushing myself into her with force and power. I heard her wince in pain, her legs tensing up and closing. I held her legs apart, holding her down.

I looked up, my head tilted back and my eyes closed, my breath heavy as I started to thrust. I heard her quietly moan, but the painful sounds she released were much more audible.

I was so engrossed with the feeling of her, how tight she was, that I didn't realise how hard and rough I was being. Neither did I care. Once I realised that I wasn't using all of my strength to be rough, I sadisticaly grinned, being ten times more careless and hurtful.

I stopped my movements after a few more minutes, pulling out quickly and pulling my sweatpants up again.

I wiped sweat bears from my forehead, putting my hands on my hips as I looked down at her. When I finally saw her; the fear, terror, hurt, and betrayal, I felt even angrier than before.

Seeing these feelings on a person's face would usually make others remorseful.

I rolled my eyes, throwing her underwear and shorts at her face.

"Get dressed, du hüre!!" I shouted, grunting.

I watched her intently, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut, leaning against a wall in the warehouse, closing my eyes, and looking at the ceiling.

God, did she feel good.

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Ameri's pov

When he left the room, my heart shattered; sinking to my knees. I sat up, looking down at my trembling legs, which had little patches of blood in between them.

My breath hitched as I covered my mouth, tears flowing down my cheeks rapidly. I felt sick to my stomach, betrayed, and at loss of hope.

I pulled my underwear over my ankles, pulling them up and putting the shorts back on.

I slid off of the table, rubbing my thighs and letting out a sore cry. I walked to the door, reluctantly opening it and swinging it open. Bill came out in front of me then, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the big warehouse.

I didn't say a thing to him now. I just looked down, tears silently streaming down my face. I held my breath, stopping myself from crying aloud. My wrist started to sting once I felt his grip get tighter, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut.

Then, he spoke.

"You should've kept your mouth shut..." He growled, groaning and pushing me against his car door. "Dammit..."

I flinched, looking up at him and biting my nails, mortified. He looked down at me, and I could see a tinge of regret piling up. That look quickly changed back to anger as he saw my terror.

"Stop fearing me!!" He shouted, shaking me roughly.

I whimpered, flinching and cowering away from him. This made him roll his eyes, opening the passenger door and shoving me inside. I held my knees to my chest as soon as I got into the car, burying my nose in my thighs.

He plopped himself in the drivers seat, turning the car on and starting to drive. I looked at him, seeing his eyes dark and focused, as if in thought. His hands tightly held the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and his hands shaking with fury. The more I examined him, the harder it took me to understand how such a beautiful man could be such a demon. It was as if Satan was a person - no, if hell was a person. Bill was hell himself.

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