Sequel of Right Now
Gynie returns to London to be with Matt and she is ready to put all of her efforts into their blossoming relationship. Having high hopes for the future, she thinks she can get her life back like it used to be the last time s...
Darkness is surrounding me, everywhere I look. I feel his presence all around. I run, but there are no escapes. Chills are running down my spine, I sense his breathe on my skin. Stuck in a position where I have no power.
My hair is tugged back violently. I collapse to the ground brutally to get up as quickly with a rush of adrenaline to fight back. But there's nothing to fight. He is nowhere to be seen, but I feel him all over me still. My clothes get ripped off my body all at once, exposing me completely. Ashamed and vulnerable, these are the feelings overtaking all of my senses.
I feel like if I let out all of the fear inside of me, he will attack me again. I feel him everywhere, but he's not doing anything. I can't go on without a fight. I can't. If I do, he'll hurt me worst. I can't do this on my own.
"Jake!"
My only hope. I scream his name.
He hears me. His father.
"Get away. Get away!" I cry out.
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I see his face. Gazing into my eyes, into my soul, sucking all the life inside of me. He is the predator, I am the victim. He is the master, I am the puppet. He pulls the strings I have no choice but to obey to.
I see exactly what happened that night. He is hovering over me, strongly thrusting into me, hurting me, ripping me, breaking me, rapping me. I can still feel him forcing his erection like a double-sided knife stabbing me deeper and faster with every thrust. I see the ecstasy my pain brings him.
I can hear every sound his pelvis makes against me, echoing in the room, in my ears, in my brain, forever scarring me. His moans haunt me. His eyes scare me.
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The breaking glass, the whisky dripping, the run to save my life, the ache of my hair being savagely pulled back, the floor colliding with the gravity of my weight, crawling back to escape him.
I remember wanting to sacrifice my life. He could have ripped the skin from off by bones, it would have hurt less than the pride he took from me. He keeps on tearing me apart. I'm begging for somebody to set me free.
