Kidnapped

Chapter 28 - Violate.

The air crackles with tension, so sharp I can almost taste it. Vince's eyes bore into mine, dark and wild, as if he's teetering on the edge of something he can't pull back from. My voice strains as I scream, raw and desperate, the sound bouncing off the walls, daring anyone to hear. But then he moves, faster than I expect, and suddenly, the room feels smaller, suffocating.

“Stop!” I choke out, but the plea is swallowed by his palm pressing firmly over my mouth, silencing me. His breath comes in short, ragged bursts against my ear as he forces me down, the mattress rough beneath me, its fibers biting into my skin. Every muscle in my body tenses, fighting the weight that pins me, but his strength is unyielding, driven by something primal and panicked.

With a sudden, fluid motion, he flips me over, my chest pressed into the mattress, my back exposed to him. The shift is dizzying, a jolt that steals my breath as he braces an arm around my waist, lifting me into an arch that leaves me vulnerable.

His fingers dig into my hip, trembling but firm, betraying the storm raging inside him. I thrash, each movement a futile burst of resistance that only seems to spur him on. His grip shifts, holding me tighter, a shiver racing through him as he registers my struggle. The rustle of fabric meets my ears, followed by the sharp snap of elastic as he yanks my boxers down in one harsh motion. The cool air hits my skin, an unwelcome chill that stings with the sudden exposure, amplifying the burn of humiliation that knots in my throat.

My face flushes, hot and raw, a desperate, terrified sob spilling from my lips at the sound of his own clothes falling away. His urgency swallows any hesitation, driven by a force that erases reason, leaving only the brutal unstoppable momentum. I feel the weight of it, the finality, as he pushes forward, forcing himself inside of me with a violent, selfish urgency.

The excruciating sting of pain blooms sharply, radiating through me with a force that makes me scream out in pain, desperate and broken. It’s overwhelming, an ache that clenches every nerve and coils tight, making it impossible to think of anything other than the force of which he's violating me.

The sense of being stretched, filled beyond what my body can bear, sends a shudder through me, muscles locked and straining. Each movement from him amplifies it, an unrelenting push that has my senses splitting between shock and the raw, suffocating heat that presses down on me.

A sob bursts out, muffled and shaking, as the reality crashes in—this is Vince, the one I thought was my safety, my anchor. Tears spill down my face, hot and stinging, soaking into the fabric beneath me as I gasp for air. The betrayal cuts deeper than the pain, a wound that splinters through my chest, raw and relentless.

His grip doesn’t waver, not even as my body trembles under him, sobs wracking me with a force I can’t contain. The room spins, blurring the lines between the physical and the emotional, every second marked by a suffocating sense of loss and disbelief. My vision swims with tears, the wetness mixing with the salt of desperation, each sound I make swallowed by the mattress, silenced but not erased.

My heart thunders, pounding with each ragged breath as I fight to hold on, to not drown in the cascade of pain, inside and out. The sound of his rough breathing fills the room, each exhale a reminder that there is no escaping this, no safety left. The world narrows to this one unbearable moment, where everything I trusted shatters, leaving nothing but the echo of my sobs and the ache that tightens around my heart, heavy and inescapable.

The bed creaks beneath us, a rhythmic groan that matches the relentless drive of his body. Each push sends a shudder through the mattress, pressing it into the floorboards with a muted thump that reverberates through my chest. The sound merges with his ragged breaths, harsh and uneven, filling the room and drowning out my muffled sobs.

The motion is unforgiving, a steady, forceful tempo that leaves no space between one moment and the next. The sheets twist beneath me, bunching under my fingers as I clutch them, the fabric taut and damp with tears. The frame of the bed shifts with each jolt, the wood protesting under the weight of his need, a staccato accompaniment to the suffocating silence beyond our breaths.

Every thrust presses me further into the mattress, the springs straining beneath us, squeaking with a tinny persistence that grates against my already raw nerves. The small sounds—creaks, rustles, the dull thud of skin against skin—blend into a cacophony that amplifies the pain and the shattering realization of where I am and who is doing this.

His movements grow erratic, losing their rhythm, each thrust heavier, sharper, pushing the air from my lungs in stilted gasps. The room quivers under the weight of it, the bedframe groaning as if it too feels the strain. His fingers tighten at my waist, digging in with a bruising hold that pins me against the relentless force of him.

A rough, broken sound slips from his throat, vibrating against my back, and I know the moment he loses himself—the way his body shudders, muscles locking, stealing what he came for with a final, brutal push. The heat of it sears into me, an unwelcome burn that spreads, soaking into the ache and leaving a hollow, echoing throb in its wake.

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears streaming unchecked, their warmth a bitter contrast to the cold, numbing realization that settles deep in my chest. The room stills, save for the slowing rise and fall of his breath, heavy and ragged. My own chest heaves, each inhalation painful, as if the air itself has turned to shards.

Everything around me feels sharper, harsher—the dull creak of the bed, the cooling sweat that sticks to my skin, and the suffocating press of silence that wraps around us. The weight of what just happened anchors me in place, a devastating reminder of the trust broken, splintered into pieces that can never be mended.

Vince pulls back, a tremor running through him as if the realization hits all at once. The warmth he leaves behind is replaced by a sharp, stinging ache, and I can feel the dampness of tears mingling with something more, a searing confirmation of the damage done. His breath hitches, a sound that echoes with panic, and I hear the shuffling of his movements, desperate and clumsy as he tries to reach out, to make it right.

“It’s okay...it’s okay,” he murmurs, voice cracking under the weight of regret. But the words are hollow, lost in the space that yawns between us, wide and impossible. My limbs shake as I curl inward, folding into myself, the blankets rough under my fingertips as I bury my face into them, muffling the sobs that tear through me.

“Get away!” The scream bursts out, raw and broken, as I push him back with what little strength I have left. My body feels weak, a trembling shell that quakes with each ragged breath. The room blurs with my tears, each one hot and relentless, as I rock in place, trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself.

He hesitates, a shadow of guilt and fear crossing his face before he stumbles back, the distance between us stretching wider. The silence that follows is deafening, pressing down like a weight as I cry into the blankets, my voice hoarse and cracked, begging the universe to undo what cannot be undone.