Unexpected Love

8. Blinded By Rage

TRIGGER WARNING : RAPE !

Lucy's heart sank as she entered the apartment, the sound of Chris's angry footsteps following her. She knew he had seen her with Angela, and she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation.

Before she could even close the door, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around and slamming her into the wall. His face twisted in rage, he spat out the words that cut her deep. 'You disgust me! You dirty lesbian!' Lucy's eyes watered, but she refused to let him see her cry again.

'You could be carrying our child, and yet you go around acting like a slut!' Chris continued, his grip tightening painfully on her arm. But Lucy remained silent, staring back at him.

Chris grabbed her arm with so much strength, his nails pierced her skin. He spoke firmly "i'm going to show you what real love is, real passion. and I am going to show you your purpose as a woman is, now get undressed before i do it for you," and she did exactly that- no defiance- she was too tired.

As Lucy numbly complied with Chris's demands, her thoughts drifted to the safety she found with Angela earlier. The stark contrast between Chris's violent 'love' and Angela's gentle understanding made her heart ache even more.

*How did I end up here?* she thought, her fingers trembling as she undressed. The weight of Chris's gaze on her felt suffocating, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Instead, she focused on Angela's words, 'I see you, Lucy Chen.' They echoed in her mind like a beacon of hope, reminding her that there was more to life than this living hell. With each item of clothing that fell to the floor, she silently vowed to find a way out, to reclaim her dignity and freedom.

Lucy closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the inevitable storm. Chris's hands roamed her body with a violent possessiveness that turned her stomach. She tried to block out his grunts, his heavy breathing, the way he claimed her like she was nothing more than an object.

In her mind, she retreated to the safe haven Angela provided, reliving their moments of comfort and understanding. *I am not here,* she repeated to herself, *This isn't happening to me.* But it was. The pain was real, the humiliation searing. She felt her soul shrinking, desperate to escape the cruel reality. And yet, through it all, she held onto a sliver of hope, a promise that someday, somehow, she would break free from Chris's vile grasp.

As Chris's brutal assault continued, Lucy felt warmth spread between her legs. Forcing her eyes open, she saw blood trickling down her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her

A new wave of horror crashed over her, the physical pain now accompanied by a deep, primal fear. She whimpered softly, trying to curl into a ball, but Chris only laughed cruelly, continuing his abuse. In her mind, she screamed for it to stop, begged for mercy. Yet, out loud? Her words never met her lips. She stayed frozen in place.

This was so hard to write I can't.
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