Dark Skies

You deserve it

{ Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence. Read at your own risk.

Authors note: In this fanfiction Suga is portrayed as the complete opposite of what he would be in real life. I am not implying that I think of Suga in a violent way, that is just his character in this book. I'm sorry if this offends anyone. We all know Suga is a nice person with a gummy smile}

I quickly grabbed a towel and jumped out of the shower, running to see who the source of the loud knocking was.

"Jesus Christ, knock the door down why don't you..." I mumbled, pulling it open.

I gasped as I felt a pair of cold hands clench around my neck. I stumbled backwards trying to grip the towel wrapped around my body, not willing to let it fall.

He held tightly around my throat making me choke, struggling for air. I kicked out it desperation until he loosened his grip. But not enough.

I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. Couldn't bare to see the look in his eyes.

"Take it down now " he growled.

I clawed at his skin, trying to get him to let me go.

"Take...what...down" I gasped.

"Don't act like you don't know you bitch" he threw me up against the wall, pressing his body against mine. I felt the towel slip and I whimpered, trying to pull it up.

"Why are you so worried?" he snickered, "I've seen it all before"

A wave of nausea hit me.

I felt a cold rush of air over my skin as he stripped the towel away from my body.

"I wasn't missing much" he laughed as his eyes trailed over my body.

I was shaking all over even though I was sweating, trying to push him away from me.

"Get...off me" I strained.

"Listen to me Rihanna" he grabbed my chin and pulled it up to look at him.

His eyes were dark but glistening. He looked like he had gone insane. Deep down though, he was enjoying this. Taunting me and getting me to do what he wanted on command, like a dog.

"You take that post down as soon as I leave" he ordered,

and if the police ask you questions, deny everything you said. Claim that you were drunk when you posted it, that it was all lies. If you tell them the truth I'll make sure that you aren't able to speak another word to anyone ever again..."

"The police?" I managed to whisper.

"You really are stupid" he mocked me, "did you really think your little message wouldn't provoke anyone. It was basically a cry for help. The police have already spoken to me." 

It was true. The more I thought about the more it was like a cry for help. I shouldn't of done it.

I just wanted to let other girls know that they shouldn't stand for this. That they are worth more and that they don't deserve to be treated like a guys toy. I guess I was the only one that deserved it. He could do what he wanted to me. I didn't care anymore.

"Do what you want" I sobbed, "I'm yours now. Like you've always wanted."

My body was tired. Tired of holding on. Tired of trying to keep my eyes open, trying to keep breathing. I just wanted it all to end.

My vision blurred and the room began to spin as he tightened his grip even further, his nails digging into my skin.

You deserve it 

I kept repeating in my head,

You deserve it, you deserve it, you deserve it

I could taste blood on my lips and feel a sharp pain in my side but I could no longer process what was happening as I blacked out. Into darkness. Into nothing.

You deserve it 

was my last thought.

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