Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)

Help is on the way

Trigger warning. There's indication of SA and violence in this chapter.

While Tina is frantically looking for help, Ayla is struggling to regain consciousness.
Her head hurts so much and when she tries to open her eyes it gets even worse.

But she can feel somebody touching her and pulling on her sweatpants. She definitely did not agree on this even though she can't really recall who this could be.

She knows Lewis would never try to do anything with her if she's barely awake. He will always want to make sure she can give her consent and often she is the one initiating whatever they do.

She doesn't remember seeing Lewis today, she also doesn't remember where she is and with who. It's like there's a big black gap in her memory.

She knows she had dinner in her room from roomservice and that she showered. But after that it's just blank.

Her head is pounding so bad, she reaches up with her hand to rub it but when she lifts her arm it feels heavy.
Still she manages to touch her head and she whines from a stabbing pain. Her fingers feel wet and sticky when she removes them from her head.

"Yeah you have a little cut there, I wouldn't touch it if I were you." She hears a voice tell her.
Why does she have a cut in her head? Who is with her and why is that person pulling on her pants?

"Lewis?" She asks with a strained voice.
"Lewis?" The person chuckles.
"So you're banging Lewis now huh? You sure have expensive taste for a slut. First Daniel, now Lewis. Who's next? Seb? Fernando? Or maybe one of the younger ones?"

The voice is mocking her, offensive and degrading.
She feels her sweatpants being pulled from her feet, leaving her in nothing but her thong and vest. There's hands on her chest now, pulling on the zipper of the vest to open it.

"Wait! Stop! I don't want this!" She struggles to get her volume of her voice up.
Forcing her eyes open she tries to ignore the terrible pain she is feeling. She has to know who is undressing her.

When she sees the face of the man who has now opened up her vest, she doesn't immediately know who he is. He is familiar, but she can't think of his name.

"Ah so your awake. Good I'd rather fuck you while you're conscious." The man grins.
"No! Leave me alone!" Ayla yells, even though it's not really yelling and every sound only worsens her headache. She tries to fight him off, but he is a lot stronger than she is and he slaps her in the face, making her cheek burn.

"Oh come on, you give it to everybody else. Now it's my turn."
Suddenly the name pops into Ayla's head.
"Axel! Stop it! Don't touch me!"

Fear is now really starting to creep in, Axel already has her close to being complete naked and she knows if she is naked he will be able to do whatever he wants with her.
She has to try to fight him off of her, but her body isn't cooperating much. She has hit her head pretty hard, she is bleeding and her head is pounding, but she's not going to give up without a fight.

Summoning strength she didn't know she had she takes a swing at him and her fist lands on his jaw. The satisfying sound of her fist against his face only helps her for a second though.
She didn't have enough strength to really hurt him, but he is taken by surprise that she suddenly starts to fight back.

Using that brief moment of Axel being distracted, Ayla tries to slam her knee in his groin, unfortunately he is not right above her so she only hits his thigh.

"Oh you little witch, you almost got me there." Axel grins, liking the fact that Ayla is struggling. It's always better when he has to put little effort in it. This way it will feel even better when he finally fucks her. Knowing he will have complete control over her then and she will never be able to shag a man again without thinking about him.