A love story

Pain and sorrow

                                ~~~~WARNING Sexual scene!! You are warned!!!~~~~~~ 

Abby's POV

Fear, that's all that was coursing in my veins. Ripe hot fear. I was slowly backing up against to a wall. I knew I should find a exit and not get pinned up against a wall, but my brain was all in a frenzy. His tall slender frame slowly crept into the room. Dylan, my boyfriend, slowly made his way to me. you could see the joy in his face at my scared body as it quaked in fear and knowledge of what was to come. Even though he was about twenty feet away from me he was closing the distance fast. His deep blue eyes where gone and replaced with a deep red of lust. My body told me this was not the man I fell in love with.

 "Here Abby Abby. Lets play a game I am sure you will love it." His voice was rough and dripping with lust. Just the sound of it made me want to hurl and run before it was to late. Only a few feet away from me now I could slowly feel the wall getting closer. 

 Wanting to show being strong and that I was not going to let him have his way I spat strait onto his face. I knew it was a mistake as soon as I did it, but I tried not to let it show. Before I blinked I felt cold, hard, and thin hands grip my wrists and my feet flew off the floor as he slammed me into the wall.  I felt my head crash into the wall and hang down. Spots filled my vision and my eyes grew cloudy and slowly hazed over. I knew this was it; I had no strength to fight him off. 

 I felt my head being picked up and I could barely make out Dylan's face only his red eyes connected with my fading ones. "Oh, don't think your going to fade away from me this fast. I'm not done having fun with you yet, I've only just begun." as he spoke he pressed his lower body against mine to hold me up. His hand let go of my other wrist and before I knew it I felt the back of his hand connected to my face. Adrenalin shot through my body as it moved into fight or flight.

 My eyes cleared up some, but I hated the sight they saw. Dylan face was twisted into a sick grin. His teeth showed and looked sharp as razor blades. This was not Dylan who had a sweet face and narrow chin, this was a monster. He reached up with the hand he used to slap me with and wiped under my nose. I can clearly see the deep crimson blood as it dripped from his fingers. I flicked out my tongue and ran it over my upper lip and tasted the bitter coppery of blood.  As I glared at him I could have sworn I seen him lick the blood he took from my bleeding nose and lick it off his fingers. My vision started to fade out, letting me know my time was running low.

 "Leave me alone. Just let me go I swear I wont tell a soul. Let me you go or ill fight till my last breath." I thought my voice was strong and powerful on my last words, but all I heard was a broken girl trying to escape. I knew at that moment he heard it to. He took my wrists again and lifted them above my head and started to try and mold his body into my small frame. 

His voice dipped lust as he leaned down to my ear and whispered," Please fight, I want to see your body twist and turn as I bring you pleasure and take what is mine. So by all means fight and scream I want to hear your scream." He took both my wrists in one hand while the other one shot up and grasped my small neck. He started rocking his body against mine trying to turn me on but all it did was make me fight and try to scream. His hand clamped harder on my neck and my vision started to turn black. I could feel my air being blocked so no sound came out. 

 Black that's all I could see now. No shapes, forms, or light. Even though I could not see anything I could feel everything. My sense oh touch seemed to be heightened by 50% more than normal. I could feels the tears of pain roll down my face and trickle off my face and onto my bare shoulders. I knew what he was doing and I could do nothing to stop him as he ravaged my body.  I tried to scream but I felt only cloth moving in my mouth. I tried to move only to find myself tied to a pillar. This was not how I wanted my first time. Taken in his house, tied to a pillar, only my underwear keeping him at bay, and with no sight to tell what is happening. Even then my underwear was ripped off and as a cried more I felt him thrust himself into me sending pain and fire through my body. I could handle the pain and I felt myself slip away into the blackness. The only comfort that I knew now. The pain and sorrow of his deed as he took pleasure in my pain and hurt. Maybe I could stay blind then I would never have to see him again, but that was not my destiny.