The way his hoarse voice says those words, makes my skin crawl.
"Get away from me. I will tell James." I say as serious as possible.
"He isn't your husband anymore, why would he care?" His smile keeps scaring me, it's way too creepy.
"Because he still loves me. He is the boss's son. You will get fired." I try and convince him.
"Mr. Walker is the one who convinced me to do this, I don't think he will fire me."
That son of a bitch.
"James! James!" I begin screaming. He needs to hear me.
"Shut up!" He pulls me in by my wrist, and places his hands over my mouth. "It will be quick and sloppy. Just how I like it." He whispers in my ear. I can feel myself on the verge of tears.
"Please." I mumble through his hand over my lips.
"I may not be that young anymore, but I've still got the magic touch." He licks my earlobe.
"Help," I cry and mumble into his hand. I need someone to help me.
He takes his hand off my mouth and I begin screaming. His hand swings across, and suddenly connects with my cheek.
"Shut up, nobody will hear you anyway. Everyone is gone."
He grabs me by my shirt and suddenly the buttons go flying off as he tears it open. "Please stop," I cry, holding on to my cheek.
"Shut up dammit!" He yells again.
He quickly begins taking off his belt, and throws it somewhere nearby. He begins unbuttoning his pants, and he slides them down his legs. He is a very muscular man, and my cheek still hurts, so I stay quiet as he's doing all of this so I don't get slapped again. I see him taking off his shirt now, and he lays it on a chair.
In my head I begin thinking of a plan. How can I run away?
"Take off your shirt," He instructs as I cry. I stand there and look at him with disgust. "Take it off!" He says and pushes me.
I do as he tells me, and take it off, leaving me in my blue bra.
His hand begin searching in the back part of the bra, probably to try and take it off.
I stay quiet, and as I see he's distracted I push him back and begin running to the other side of the room.
"Come back here!" He scream and runs after me.
He reaches me, and pulls me in as he wraps his arm around my waist. He smashes his lips against mine and he hurts me.
His hand is squeezing my wrist so hard that I feel like it's already bruised.
He pushes me once he backs away from me, and I fall onto the ground. "Help!" I scream.
He gets on his knees in front of me, and places his hand over my mouth once more. "You'll like it, I promise."
The tears falling down my cheeks fall on his hand and he looks at me with disgust. "Stop crying!" He yells and I fee like he's going to slap me again.
He forces me down on the ground and unclasps my bra. I cross my arms and begin kicking for him to get away, but he sits on my legs, and holds me down with force. His knee is on my legs.
With his free hand, he slides my bra down my arms, and I feel a breeze over my chest. "Please stop." I mumble.
"It's been so long since I've fucked a young woman," He sounds so happy about all the bad he's doing.
