Unexpected Love

5. Deny, Deny, Deny

TRIGGER WARNING:  Sexual coercion/ Sexual assault

Lucy's stomach lurched violently at Chris's words, the combination of hunger and dread threatening to overwhelm her.

She summoned every ounce of strength she had and managed a feeble smile before whispering, "Maybe another night... Please, Chris, I feel so sick." In an instant, his expression transformed from one of love to fury.

His grip on her waist tightened painfully as he slapped her across the face, the force of the blow sending her reeling. "Don't be so selfish, Lucy!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the small apartment.

"You're the most fertile right now, and I want to start a family!" His eyes burned with a dark intensity that terrified her, and Lucy knew she had crossed a line. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare reach up to touch her stinging cheek. Instead, she lowered her gaze, nodding meekly in submission.

Lucy's body trembled as she processed Chris's sudden shift from anger to sympathy. She could see the longing in his eyes, feel the desperation in his touch.

Part of her wanted to believe that he really did care about her, that this was all just a horrible misunderstanding. But deep down, she knew better.

As he pulled her close once more, his lips brushing against her neck in a seductive kiss, Lucy felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he cooed, his voice laced with false remorse.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I just want a baby with you so badly, and I know you do too. Come on, you know this is the perfect timing."

His words were like poison, seeping into her heart and clouding her judgment. she forced herself to relax in his arms, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a way out of this nightmare.

Despite the turmoil inside her, Lucy couldn't ignore the guilt that tugged at her heartstrings as she looked into Chris's pleading eyes.

She knew how much he wanted a child, how much he loved her - or at least, she thought she did.

Swallowing back her fear and apprehension, she nodded her agreement. "Okay...tonight's the night, I guess." Chris's expression brightened instantly, the darkness melting away like shadows in the sunlight.

He swept her off her feet, carrying her to their bedroom as if she were made of glass.

Lucy felt a mixture of relief and dread wash over her - relieved that she had managed to placate him, yet terrified of what the future held.

As Chris laid her down on the bed, she couldn't help but wonder if this was truly what love looked like. Was she destined to live her life in constant fear and submission? Or would she find the courage to break free and reclaim her independence?

For now, though, she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on getting through the night ahead.

Chris's sudden shift from tenderness to aggression left Lucy reeling. In a matter of seconds, her clothes were torn away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

His grip on her shoulders was firm as he pushed her face into the pillow, muffling her cries. The sound of his belt buckle echoed ominously in the otherwise silent room, and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh.

When he finally entered her, the pain was excruciating - a sharp contrast to his earlier gentle touches.

He moved with an animalistic fervor, each thrust driving the air from her lungs. Lucy felt herself go numb, detaching from her body as the assault continued.

She wanted to fight back, to scream for help, but fear held her captive. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her body refused to cooperate.

All she could do was lay there and endure, praying that the night would end quickly and that Chris would never suspect the secrets she held so closely guarded... she still liked girls no matter what he did...

Time seemed to stretch on interminably as Chris took his pleasure without mercy, his movements rough and relentless. Lucy could feel her resolve crumbling with each passing minute, her body aching from the abuse.

Yet even through the haze of pain, she knew she couldn't let him break her completely. She clung to the small shred of defiance that remained, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was hurting her.

As Chris's thrusts grew more frenzied, she focused on her breathing, trying to find some semblance of calm amidst the storm. The night wore on, the moon casting eerie shadows across the room as Lucy silently endured.

She refused to cry out, refused to beg for mercy - she would not give him that power over her. Finally, hours later, Chris collapsed on top of her, spent and satisfied.

Lucy lay beneath him, her body battered and bruised, her heart heavy with despair. *This isn't love*, she thought, her mind clearer than it had been in months.

As Chris's lips found hers, Lucy couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Perhaps she had overreacted; after all, she had agreed to have sex with him. She kissed him back tentatively, trying to convey her apology without words.

His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck, sending a jolt of pain followed by a strange sense of comfort. Maybe she was just being too sensitive, reading too much into things.

It was easy to believe that when Chris was being sweet like this, when he was telling her how much he loved her. So she pushed her doubts aside and focused on the present moment, allowing herself to get lost in the sensation of his mouth on hers.

*Maybe it's just the stress of trying to conceive*, she reasoned, wincing as he sucked harder. *We both just need to be more patient with each other.*

But even as she told herself these things, the seed of doubt remained, festering in the dark corners of her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong in their relationship, that this wasn't the kind of love she deserved.

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