A/N: I'm sorry...
He cut the rope the kept me tied onto the chair. I stood up in front of him and looked him in the eyes. Lust was a clear emotion in his eyes. An emotion I didn't share with him. He looked me up and down and licked his lips. I wasn't happy for what was to come.
He held my hand and I instantly repelled. He forcefully grabbed my hand and began walking us to a room which had a bed in it. I looked at him trying to take back my proposal but it was too late.
He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing something I hadn't seen for 8 years. He forcefully lowered me down to the level of his member. He opened my mouth and allowed himself in. I didn't move. I didn't want to give him satisfaction. He grabbed my hair tightly and began thrusting into my mouth. Each thrust caused me pain. So much pain.
He pulled himself of my mouth and pushed me down onto the bed.
I wouldn't really call it a bed. More like unhardened concrete stuffed into fabric. It was highly uncomfortable.
He pulled off his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He pulled off my shirt as well.
He hovered over me and connected our lips together. I kept my mouth closed and he pulled my hair which caused me to make a noise which allowed him to force his tongue into my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw up.
As he sloppily kissed me, he began to unbutton my jeans. I tried to wriggle out of his touch but he was stronger than me. He pulled them off, exposing me completely. He did the same to himself. I hated the feeling of his touch.
I could feel him hoist my legs up on his shoulders. I knew the worst was to come.
He grabbed a bottle of lube and lathered his member up in the gooey substance. He didn't even use a condom. The last we had had sex together, he didn't have a disease but a lot can change in 8 years.
He pushed himself into me without warning and I screamed in pain. "You feel amazing" He chuckled. "Just like before"
Just like when he'd want it and I didn't. Just like when I'd feel used and violated. Yeah. Just like before.
He thrusted harder and harder. My pain level increasing. I couldn't believe I actually liked this in the past.
After thrusts and thrusts, he hit my spot making me scream once more. I tried to hold in my scream but I failed. "I knew you would love this" Truth is that I absolutely detested this.
He thrusted and finally ended. I was so thankful it ended. I couldn't bare one more minute of this torment.
I sat at the edge of the bed and broke down in tears. All the feelings from the past had resurfaced and I hated it all. I just want to be back with Mitch.
