Ruin Of Innocence - 🔞

Part 6. 🔞 Thrust

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🔞🔞 little smut here.

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I gasped as he kissed my jaw, the touch sickening rather than affectionate. "Get off me!"

I screamed, but Ranvijay's grip only tightened, his hand clamping over my mouth to stifle my cries.

I was suffocating under his weight, each thrust sending waves of nausea through me.

My body betrayed me, responding to his assault in ways I despised.

I had foolishly believed he could change. But no, there was no redemption in him, only darkness.

I groaned, my body convulsing as he pushed harder, forcing me to climax against my will.

The room seemed to spin, my vision blurring with tears of anger and shame. His breath was hot against my ear, a constant reminder of his dominance.

His hand slowly slipped from my mouth, and I seized the moment, biting down on his palm.

He screamed, the sound like a wild animal's, and slapped me hard across the face.

Pain exploded in my cheek as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it viciously.

His eyes, once deceivingly kind, now blazed with a cruel, unrecognizable fury.

"Ravinash, leave me!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with desperation.

He laughed, a low, sinister growl. "Leave you? Never."

This man, this monster, had somehow secured bail only to return and torment me with his filthy actions.

Each moment in his presence was a slow, torturous death.

I regretted coming here, my heart heavy with the memory of my mother’s indifference, my sister’s death, and my boyfriend’s demise.

All innocent lives, stolen by the man now violating me.

Ravinash straddled me, his tongue trailing over my nipple, pinching it hard while his other hand rubbed my clit.

My revulsion grew, tears streaming down my face.

"Stop it! I don’t like it!" I cried, my voice breaking.

He ignored me, continuing his vile assault.

"Your screams excite me," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.

"The more you resist, the more I enjoy it."

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the horror of his words, but there was no escape.

He was everywhere, his touch, his scent, his voice—a nightmare come to life.

I felt his hand move to my throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult.

Panic surged through me, my pulse pounding in my ears.

"Look at me," he commanded, his grip tightening.

I refused, my eyes shut tight, but his other hand yanked my hair, forcing my gaze to meet his.

His face was a mask of twisted pleasure, reveling in my suffering.

"You thought you could get away from me?" he taunted.

"You belong to me, now and forever."

I struggled against him, my strength waning with each passing second.

His weight was unbearable, crushing me both physically and mentally.

I remembered the days when I thought he adore me, his gentle behaviour, his sweet words.

It had all been a lie, a facade to trap me in his web.

"You killed them," I spat, my voice choked with rage and grief.

"My sister, my boyfriend—they were innocent!"

His smile widened, a chilling, remorseless grin.

"And now, you're all alone. Just the way I want you."

He pushed himself deeper inside me, each thrust a reminder of his control.

I wanted to disappear, to fade into nothingness and escape the horror of this moment.

But he wouldn't let me. He kept me tethered to reality with his brutal touch, his cruel laughter.

"You're mine," he hissed, his lips brushing against my ear. "Every part of you."

I felt a surge of defiance, a spark of resistance amidst the overwhelming despair.

"No," I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute.

"I'll never be yours."

His eyes darkened, his expression hardening.

"We'll see about that."

With one final, savage thrust, he brought me to the edge of consciousness.

My vision blurred, my body limp and unresponsive.

He released me, his hand leaving my throat, and I gasped for air, my lungs burning with each desperate breath.

"You're pathetic," he sneered, standing over me.

"A broken doll, nothing more."

As he walked away, the weight of his words settled over me.

I was broken, used, but not defeated. There was still a part of me that refused to succumb to his darkness.

A part that would fight, no matter how hopeless it seemed.

I lay there, my body aching, my soul shattered, but my spirit flickering with a faint glimmer of hope.

One day, I would escape this nightmare.

One day, I would be free.

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