Hollow

five.

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The pressure building in her core was more painful than pleasurable with every unconsented thrust. A small yelp would escape past her parted lips every time he went too deep too fast. Sweat gleams against her fair skin mixing with the tears that escaped her slitted eyes. He mercilessly continued even as her arms and knees gave out from under. Luca easily held her up without even pausing.

All she could do was keep her eyes shut tight and pray it would be over soon. Her closed eyelids mimicked the darkness outside and it did little to comfort. She couldn't think about the degrading position or how numb she wished to feel.

Pain. It surrounded her. It consumed her every limb. Her mind, body, and soul were thrown into a blazing fire. Shattered, demolished, disembodied. Pain swallowed her whole.

She collapsed in one final action. The hard floor was uncomfortable under her bruised body as she withered further in pain.

"You are mine. Never forget that again."

His voice rang in her ears as he coated her bare back before rubbing it in with the harsh movements of his free hand.

This was Willow's punishment. Malicious humiliation. She wouldn't be able to walk straight after this. Her streams of tears turned into sobs that took over her whole body.

"Consider this a warning. Next time you want to say no, don't. You are mine. Forever and always."

The heavy door slammed open and shut before Willow could even look up. Her eyes could hardly stay wide as she trembled alone on the floor.

Her whole body was weighted down by an anchor, quickly drowning in her own demise. It was cold on the hardwood but she no longer could move. And with no final thoughts, she drifted off into the nightmare awaiting her.

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A dose of harsh wind poured in through the window, waking a clueless Willow. She felt dazed and confused until her eyes filtered over the unfolded mess around her. The recent events came back to haunt her, an ache so severe took over her still body.

Luca's abandoned apartment looked untouched since the previous evening.

Willow pitifully crawled to the disheveled bed, using the sides as a crutch. Her legs wobbled under her weight, an intense pain centered between her thighs. A single tear rolled down the flesh of her chapped cheek, raw from continuous crying.

This was hell, she concluded in her moment of despair. She had to get out of here. A long walk would be impossible.

A silence captured the world around her. Not even the steady traffic outside could reach her ears as she lay stiff on the cold sheets. Her mind felt like she was waiting. Willow couldn't be sure what she was waiting for but the feeling remained until a distinct transmission buzzed outside as headlights danced along the wall.

She instantly felt butterfly nerves take flight in her empty stomach. Tears clouded her vision as she remained unmoving on the bed, unable to get away. The door was carelessly thrown open, knocking glass bottles and denting the wall left in its path.

Willow closes her eyes before he enters, afraid to even catch a glimpse of the man in front of her. Her fisted hands tremble and streams of salted tears touch the tip of her tongue.