Call Out My Name[HS]

Bleed for me||The Beginning

Warning: consensual non, consensual sex and forceful rape. Read at your own discretion.

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"Inside you is where I want to be,
Thrusting in the folds of your mind
Penetrating the sweet softness of your soul
And paint my eyes deep in your heart"

"3 hours but too expensive, Styles; after all, it's a fresh piece only for you," Douglas's voice could be heard, making me pull my restraints, which were piercing my skin. In the darkness of the room, the darkness in my life overpowered it. I panted heavily for breath, unable to catch it. My eyes remained fixed on the door; it wasn't just a door but the door of hell. The old wooden door creaked open, and what felt like an eternity was just a second. Douglas entered and my heart almost stopped breathing. I pulled on my restraints more, eyes tired with tears pooling in them. He smelled like cheap alcohol even from a distance and his hands are still imprinted on my body.

But then someone followed him into the room and I swear on my dead parents, I shall never forget the sight. He was taller than Douglas and looked much more sophisticated than the drunkards here then why is he even here? His wet locks were falling over his temples which he brushed away with his ring adorened fingers. The white shirt that he was wearing remained unbuttoned to his chest, but the gorgeous-looking man looked distressed; that's what his eye bags said. He said something to Douglas and darted his eyes at me, struggling on the bed.

Douglas smirked before leaving both of us in the room. The little distance felt a lot more between us, and I wished it would take him forever to cover that distance, but it didn't. He walked slowly towards me and sat on the bed, right in front of me.

Ahh his eyes.
James Dean daydream.

Those eyes held vast expanse of the sea or the emerald on a crown. They weren't dark with lust but rich green which held no emotions in them. His, eyes met mine like the greenest part of an ocean meets the blue. I felt his rough hand on my forearscreamsng me to sit, and the; myal chathreadingde a clanking sound around my wrist and tbedpost. His eyes roamed on the several imprints on my skin and then back to my flushed space, and in a blink, he pulled out the cloth that was shoved in my mouth to suppress my cries.

I breathed out, saliva dripping down my lips. I huffed and coughed, but he sat there watching me. Unreadable face, extremely handsome, but unreadable. His hand grabbed around my jaw and yanked my face closer, making me wince in pain. His hold was extremely tight and pressed into my jaw more and more; tears flowed down my eyes, and we looked deep into each other's eyes. I tried to read his and he read mine. We saw each other in each other's eyes, which reflected our inner monsters. His pupils moved around my face and then his hold softened. In no time, his lips fell on mine. The wall between us came crumbling down, and I found his lips brushing against him as if, without using any word, he was asking me if he could and even though I wanted to. Say no, I am not allowed to say no to any man. I parted my lips, and like a hungry animal, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It pulsated inside, exploring every corner he could find, and grabbed the back of my neck so harshly that his nails dug into my skin. His other hand grabbed my thigh and parted them, rubbing over my thong. I cried as he hungrily tasted my mouth, cried when I felt violated.