Seized With Styles

Chapter 9

I stood up and ran to the door. I wiggled the handle, hoping that it was unlocked, but the door didn't budge.  I banged on the wood to get someones attention, even though I knew in the back of my mind no one would come and help me.

"Deary, that isn't going to do anything for you." Chris whispered in my ear. I didn't realize he crept up behind me, but he was way too close for my liking. I pushed him away, and ran to the middle of the room.  I  just noticed that the room was an average bedroom.  I looked around, taking in all the features.  There was a closet, a dresser with a big mirror, a flat screen TV hanging on the wall across from a big king-size bed. 2 windows were placed on each side of the bed along with 2 matching night stands.  A chair was in the corner, perfect for cuddling up with a good book.  I looked back to Chris, and he was just staring at me hungrily.  I mustard up all the strength I had in me to fight him off when the time came.

"So, are you going to do your thing or just look at me?" I asked bravely.  Christ smiled crookedly at me and started to walk towards my body slowly.  Once he was a few feet from me, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. "That's for Harry you dick."  I snarled through my clenched teeth.

"You are a spunky one.  I can't wait to see the fight you put up in bed."  He gave me last smile before he pushed me onto the bed a few feet behind me.  I tried to scramble out of his reach, but he was way too fast for me.  He quickly grabbed me and straightened my out.  He straddled my stomach so I couldn't use my legs to fight him.  He grabbed my wrists and I tried to get out of his grip, but it was too strong and my wrist already hurt from the rope.  His lips were forced onto mine, but I refused to kiss him back.  I tried to move my head, but it was no use.  He put my arms above my head in one massive hand, and used his other to reach for something behind him.  Turns out he had handcuffs with hin, and he handcuffed my to the head board.  I realized his hands were now free to do whatever he wanted to .  I started to panic, but it made matters worse. He slapped me across the face, and it stung like hell. He reached towards the nightstand where there just happened to be a pair of scissors.  I watched him with wide eyes, afraid he was going to stab me.  fortunately he didn't stab me, but he cut off my shirt and cami, leaving me only in my bra.  His eyes lit up as he studied my skinny midsection.  His hands moved up and down my bare stomach, and I could feel his getting hard through his jeans.  I tried to wiggle around so he couldn't touch me, but it had no affect.  He started to kiss my neck and lips, and moving around wasn't stopping him.  I wracked my brain, trying to figure out how to stop him.  I couldn't come up with anything, and once I felt him unclasping my bra, I knew I was done for. So, I gave up.  Tears slipped down my face as he started to kiss my breasts.  Flashes of Prom night raced through my head.  He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers.  I laid there motionless as he pulled off my pants and started to kiss around my underwear line and hips. "That's a good girl, enjoy the ride." He whispered as he started to rub between my legs on my panties.  I saw the lust in his eyes growing as he made a game plan in his head of what he was going to do to me.  He looked up at me and winked before he riped off my panties leaving me totally exposed to the perverted man on top of me.  He immediately started to rub me again. With each motion, my emotional state was breaking into pieces beyond repair.  His boxers were still on, but I figured soon they would be taken off.  My mind started to wander off to try to stop the horrible thoughts that consumed me. That worked up until I felt his fingers enter me.  I took a sharp breath in and tried to wiggle him out of me, but he just pumped them in me faster and harder.  The pain was increasing with each motion, leaving more tears to run down my face.

"Please stop." I whimpered.  My eyes were shut tight to try and block out the pain. Chris went a few more times before he finally took his fingers out of me.  My eyes were still closed as my body recovered from the sudden impact.

"Mmm, you taste delicious." Chris moaned in a flirtatious tone.  I felt him move away from me, so I peeked one eye open and saw his taking off his boxers. I quickley shut my legs so that he couldn't access the one thing he wanted the most.  Tears slid down my temples at a steady pace onto the sheets. "Now, how am I suppose to continue when you don't play along with me?" Chris stated. I ddin't make eye contact with him or make a sound.  Looking at his eyes and how lust filled they are would put me over the edge. Chris chuckled to himself, probably eyeing up my exposed body. "So are you going to cooperate or are you going to make things difficult for you?" He questioned somewaht angrily.  I stayed still, finding a little bit of leftover strength in me. Chris was silent for a moment, which freaked me out.  the tension in the air was high, and I started to become afraid of what would happen next.  "Well, suit yourself." Chris ripped open my legs with his massive hands, leaving bruises that would appear later.  He shoved himself into my shocked body and I screamed at the intense pain that I was hit with.  He started to move hard and fast in me, and the pain got worse and worse with each thrust.  Tears were now soaking the sheets around my head.

"Please stop. You're hurting me." I cried out, trying to get him off of me.

"You asked for it deary." Christ grunted into my ear.  He started to leave kissed over my chest and abdomin. He played with my breasts, and I tried to make him stop but it was no use.  Weird noises escaped him mouth as he came to his climax and released inside of me.  He layed on top of me, sweat dripping down his back, as he caught his breath and recovered.  The pain numbed out as he layed on top of me. My mind was blank and distant.  I didn't really know what to make of what just happened. Chris finally got off of me and put his clothes back on.  He chucked my ripped clothes at me and left the room. My body started to put the clothes back on, but I wasn't mentally thinking about it. I staggered to the door where one of Chris's friends was waiting for me.  He pushed me in the direction of Harry and I's cell and once we reached it, he yanked open the door and shoved me in.  As soon as I stumbled forward, 2 arms wrapped protectively around me, bring back my feeling of security, and I let out all the tears and emotions into his chest.