Let's Play a Game

Chapter 27:Scream

Word Count:1252

Warning ⚠️

This chapter contains mature themes that can be triggering and/or upsetting for some readers

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I step out of the washroom and I'm pinned against the wall. I hit the back of my head on the wall. I groan in pain, I noice someone is pressed against me.

"What-?" I start to say

"Shut up" A low voice hisses. Panic bubbles in my chest, I feel the strangers breath on my neck and the uncomfortable heat radiates from their body. Their lips connect with my neck. I try to push them off me.

They break away from me. I see Cade's blonde hair and in the darkness his eyes look black. Not the baby green colour I found so pretty. "Cade?" I choke out.

I see him smirk "Hey babe" he slurs his words. Drunk, how much had he had before I gotten here. His hair falls limply over his face. He had pushed it aside not bothering to place back in its usual do.

"What are you doing?" I ask. I could hear the panic in my own voice, he no doubt could too. I bite my tongue hoping he'd leave me alone. His fingers trail up my body, I feel my stomach twist.

"I want you" he laughs in his drunken state. I shake my head "Cade, please just let me go home" I plead in a small voice.

He didn't seem to have heard me or maybe he just dismissed what I said altogether. He pushes closer to me. I feel my stomach drop when I feel his hard on press against my thigh. My eyes widen, this was not happening. This could not be happening.

Cade laughs in my ear the smell of the alcohol and what was that tabaco? Whatever it was it made me gag. His lips found their way back onto my neck. I helplessly push against his chest trying to desperately free myself.

He bites down on my neck. I yelp out in pain. "Cade, stop!" I plead again. He laughs I could the vibrations against my neck. "Scream and moan as loud as you want, no one will hear you from here."

No one can hear you from here. Even in his intoxicated state I believe him. We were far from where everyone else was, the music also played loudly. My voice would just get lost in it. His hands caress my face and stroke my hair. I try kicking his legs. He just mocks me "You like it rough eh?"

His fingers tangle in my hair and yanks it. I whimper and gasp in pain. White stars dance across my vision. He just smirks at me. I slump against the wall for support. I shook with fear. His hands slide down my body agonizingly slow. Every time with his hand inches lower my heart rate speed up. It skipped a beat. His fingers tips graze the end of my skirt. No, I couldn't let this happen. I push his hands away with mine.

But Cade was having none of that. He just tried again. "Stop" I say trying to push him away from me. Cade growls. He grabs my hands and roughly slams them against the wall, holding them absolve my head. I struggled in his grasp, fighting for my freedom.

"Stop struggling, bitch. You're mine" he growls. Until now I hadn't realized how possessive that line was. How frightening it could. How limiting and confining. How controlling it could. I wasn't his'. I wasn't anyone's. I was my own person and belonged to myself.