Guardians and Angels

Chapter 12: Rapunzel

I already knew that tonight was going to be "one of those nights", but I was hoping that my friends would prolong this until I could find a way out of it. It was hopeful thinking, I guess. As bad as Elsa's attack was earlier, it was just a bonus that Gothel and Flynn would praise later.

Fighting tears was hard but I knew that I've gone through worse, so it wasn't worth the watery eyes. I had to be strong and subdue my tears because I couldn't have people see my emotions. Gothel always told me that showing emotions was a sign of weakness and I didn't want my friends judging me because I was weak.

I was brought down to the cold basement that seemed to be the setting of all my nightmares. Flynn didn't push me down like he normally does so I knew he wasn't going to beat me... but that meant something far much worse. I'd much rather be beaten until I'm a bloody mess and half-alive, than to have Flynn use me like this. At least with my beatings my innocence wasn't being demolished.

Flynn had a determined and desiring smirk that sent daunting shivers down my spine and caused my insides to twist into a thousand knots.

"Plea-" I was cut off by a harsh force upon my lips.

I was forcibly shoved against the wall by two large hands, trapping me so I had nowhere else to go. The impact was so hard and sudden that I accidently let out a gasp. This, of course, granted Flynn the opportunity to explore my mouth, allowing the bitter taste of beer to be shared between the two of us. He used his large hands to pull me closer to him and gain more access.

Flynn had done this to me hundreds of time, but luckily he hadn't passed the point of no return. He has never officially "taken me" and I would never let him go that far. He's gotten close, but I've somehow managed to prevent it. My purity was something that I cherished in my horrid existence and I couldn't afford to lose that.

His greedy lips left my entrapped ones and horrendously trailed along my neck. My chest heaved up and down since he had practically inhaled most of my breath right out of my lungs. Everytime he nipped or bit against my skin with his teeth, a wave of vexation clouded my sensations and I would visibly wince. He dragged his tongue on my neck and collarbone in a slow and terrible way that caused a horrible detestation to fill my body. A gross trail of saliva was smeared on my neck and across the top of my chest- left behind from his icky tongue- but this didn't seem to faze him at all.

With my lips free and air slowly returning to my lungs, I had the chance to beg him to cease his lewd doings. I knew it wouldn't work but I still had to try. "Flynn, please stop," I cried out.

He ignored me and continued vulgarizing me. His hands caressed my back in a possessive manner, reminding me of the ownership he had on me.

"Please," I tried again with more desperation in my tone.

He stopped for a moment and stared at me with a possessing lust in his gaze. "I love it when you beg." His voice was husky and challenging. "Keep doing it."

He continued to suck on my skin for a little longer making me whimper in displeasure and frustration. Apparently he was done with my exposed skin that gave nothing back to him and went back to my mouth, taking whatever would exhilarate him. He hungrily kissed me over and over again until my lips were swollen from his harsh biting. I tried to push him back, but he was set on getting what he wanted.

In an attempt to claim his dominance he pushed me towards an old couch that was in his basement. He threw my body onto the scroungy sofa and thrusted himself onto me, loving how he could overpowered me and relish in the fact that we were tangled up in one another. His whole weight smashed down on me with a pressure that crushed and ached my body. My weak attempts to push him off were all in vain.