Craving Charlotte

Chapter 3

           

"Here..." Ethan brushes past me in the door way. He seems calm but I see a hint of mischief in him, he is thinking something vile. He glances over to me and licks his lips, my stomach churns. I continue to watch him as he crosses the room. I am certain my face is a puzzled picture, I can see him enjoying this. My new hunger flares within my stomach; it's a strange feeling like an extended ache that buzzes every time I sniff the air. It's distracting.

Ethan doesn't take his eyes off me as he opens the cupboard door, and then to my horror a body falls out! My hands shoot to my mouth as I gasp and step back. The ropes around his hands and ankles are bound tight so he can't move, and the cloth in his mouth cuts into the corners of his lips. He struggles letting out muffled cries with tears seeping from his eyes. His features show he is at least mid-thirties, the premature baldness suggests his life is nothing but a path of stress. My heart weakens, I want to help him but my fear of Ethan holds me back.

Thud... Thud... Thud

His heart pumps loud in his chest, the sound rings through my ears. My eyes glaze over as an irony scent hits me, my insides flip with excitement. Saliva melts around my mouth and I realise an inhuman instinct begins to take hold. I feel my thoughts clouding over as I clutch the door frame. Thoughts of the dirt covering my face and matted hair fade away; all I can think about is the warm liquid that pumps around the man's body.

I fight against my urges however they become too great. Suddenly I am deprived of all human senses and launch myself towards him. I flip him over onto his back so I can take his throat in my hands. He lets out another muffled cry, his eyes stare back in fear however I show a lack of sympathy as only one thing is on my mind. BLOOD! I take a moment to note that I have increased strength, like lifting a feather, I lift him so his feet dangle before me. His bloodshot eyes well up with fear as he chokes under my grip; a sick smile of satisfaction spreads across my lips. Before I know what, I am doing I sink my teeth into his neck and begin to suck desperately to fulfil my famished belly. His sweet blood wets my mouth and quenches my thirst.

At first I take short hard sucks but soon find a regular pattern of long stomach filling draws of lust from his veins. My stomach fills and I drop him. The world spins and my feet become unsteady as my human thoughts begin to return.

I'm a monster!

Bile rises in my throat and threatens to spew over.

What have I done?

Shooting sharp furious glare at Ethan, I accuse him instinctively, it is him who made me like this.

"Well done, that was sexy. Now do as I say and bend over the table," Ethan breaks the silence shifting my thoughts of disappear to unsettled intimidated thoughts. My eyes drop to the floor as I way up my options of escape.

"Why? What have you done to me?" I squeak stepping back to create a distance between us. His lets out a low chuckle before setting his eyes back on me, my eyes move down realising he is rubbing his crotch. I heave in disgust knowing what he plans on doing, realisation hits me.

Suddenly, he launches himself towards me, without thinking I lift my foot up and boot him hard in the stomach. Turning to run I find myself stumbling over the dead body at my feet, Ethan recovers quickly and catches me by my long hair. I'm pulled back to him with my back touching his chest. Hopelessly I thrash out trying to elbow him off me but his arms wrap round me tight restricting my movement. My increased strength fails me as he shoves me against the table causing me to scream out.

He keeps his hand wrapped in my hair and pulls back my head, his heavy breath tickles my ear. Beads of sweat form on my forehead while I feel his dirty hands run over my body. He pulls on my boobs until they hurt and then runs them down over my hips. It isn't long until I fell completely exposed and vulnerable under his clasp.

"Please... please stop," I cry out, tears breaking through once more.
"Shut up!" He demands rubbing his hard man hood against my buttocks, vomit rises once more and I choke it back down.
"I will do anything, just don't. please," I murmur feeling week.

"Oh baby, but I can't resist, I bet your pussy is lovely and wet for me," He speaks in a sickly velvet voice as he runs his hands over my private area.

Before I can snap at him my head is slammed against the table, I wince with pain from the impact. I feel his free hand yanking down my trousers making me whimper with fear. Within seconds my knickers are ripped off me leaving me bare and exposed. The cold air nips at my naked skin giving me goose bumps, I want to bring my hands and cover up but he smacks my hands away sharply.

"Naughty girl..." he murmurs seductively.

Your first time having sex isn't supposed to be like this. It's meant to be magical, it's meant to be special with the one you love. But this is rape, he is going to rape me. Think of something else... pretend that this isn't happening!

"You don't need these. This way I will always have easy access," he chuckles in a low voice in a way which makes my stomach coil and curdle. I say nothing as I try to fight him off me but I fail with all my attempts. I feel him rubbing my cliterous with his warm fingers, tensing against him disallowing him access, it makes no difference he is far too strong.

"Why! Why are you doing this to me? I will do anything, anything you want! Just not this! Please!" I sob uncontrollably, I will sleep with him for sure, just not like this. Not by force. Despite my pleading, he laughs and spits in my face to show that he doesn't care. He knows what he wants and will do as he pleases.

"Ethan," I whisper his name in hope he may listen, "I will give you pleasure, I will slide you into me... just don't rape me."

He doesn't reply as he continues to find pleasure in his forcible play. I allow my body to go limp, I haven't any more fight left in me. I try to shut out everything around me but suddenly my vagina is stretched with pain as he slams his erect penis inside me.

"Ahhhhh!" I scream out as he thrashes into me hard with every thrust. Each time feels like I am going to split completely in two. I scream and punch the table hard, every time I try to lift my head he slams it back down. My body jolts with each agonising push as he continues to slam inside me.

I feel myself losing all faith in hope and humanity. I am a shell of a woman as he does his business. Beads of sweat trickle down my face and back mixing with his salty body liquids. My insides burn and feel as though they bleed. Eventually I hear him groan with pleasure and he leaves me laying across the table undignified. Seconds, minuets tick by as I lay completely still staring at the accusing eyes of the man who took away my purity. My body is too weak and ashamed to move, life doesn't seem worth living anymore.

What have I become? Who is Ethan? I must get away from here.