Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Fourteen: Help Me

(A/N: WARNING: R*PE AND AB*SE IS COMING UP. IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THIS STUFF, SKIP THE CHAPTER)

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

"You're mine now." Ben said with a maniacal smile.

A gasp fell from my lips and I moved to leave. Ben shot off the couch and pushed me flat against the door. "Where do you think you're going? We had a deal." He growled.

"B-Ben, I wasn't serious. I'm not yours. Now let me go and get out of my house." I demanded.

"Oh no. I'm the one who calls the shots now. You're mine and I'm never letting you leave." I whimpered and he smacked me across my cheek. "Shut the fuck up. You have eight years to make up to me." He said, grabbing me and dragging up the stairs. I tried my hardest to get free but his grip was too tight.

"B-Ben. P-please, don't d-do this!" He didn't say anything, just shoved me up against the wall of my room. I yelped when my back hit the wall. His large hand latched onto my throat, cutting off my breathing.

"Keep that mouth of yours shut. I told you, you'd regret ever opening it." He said through gritted teeth. I was clawing at his hand, struggling for air. He threw me down onto the ground and kicked me. I gasped for air and cried out when he kicked me in the back.

"You're going to be a good girl and lay on that bed." I tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. "Get on the bed!"

I jumped and quickly laid on the bed, terrified. He started to rip the clothes off of my body and he fondled me roughly. I started to sob and he backhanded me. "You know you like it, you filthy whore."

He ripped my underwear off and thrusted into me with no warning. I cried out in pain and shoved at his chest, trying to get him off of me. He was completely oblivious to my actions and continued to brutally thrust into me, his grip bruising my my hips.

I was screaming until my voice was hoarse and I couldn't scream anymore. After twenty minutes of pure torture, he finished and got off of me.

"If you tell anyone that this is happening, you'll regret the day you were born." With one last punch to my cheek, he fixed his appearance and left.

I curled up into a ball, hugged my pillow tightly and sobbed, no sound coming out.