"Of course I want to fucking know," Tony's voice was still loud, but it didn't sound like he was angry anymore. But I still was.
"I'll tell you then," I walked closer to him. "My freshman year of high school, I walked home from the bus everyday because I lived on a farm and the bus wouldn't drive down the road." I spoke. "But one day, late in the school year, I was walking with my headphones in and texting, so completely unaware of my surroundings," I swallowed. "A hand wrapped around my mouth, not letting me scream. He was wearing those gloves that can knock you unconscious and that's exactly what happened."
"Lilly you don't have to," He whispered.
But I only held up my hand to silence him and continued. "I woke up God knows when, chained to the wall by my foot, and handcuffs tightly bound my wrists behind me. I didn't know where I was, I just know that it was dark and smelled terrible." I paused unsure of where to go from there. "The man who did it, watched me the whole time. I remember seeing his silhouette through the bars on the door. The first thing he ever said to me was, 'Do you know why you're here?'"
"Lilly please," Tony moved closer to me, trying to grab onto me but I backed away.
"Let me finish," I looked him in the eye and he nodded. "Of course I didn't know why I was there, I hadn't done anything. So he didn't answer me at first, instead he unlocked the door and came in, locking us both in there. I remember him crouching down in front of me and I still couldn't see his face. His hand had lifted my chin up so that I was staring where I thought his eyes would be and he said, 'You're here because you are very special to me.' Up close his breath was more ragged and he reeked of cigarettes. Now I was only 15, so I asked him why I was special." Tears fell down my cheeks but I kept going. "You know what he said to me?!" I looked at Tony, knowing he wouldn't know, how could anyone. "I remember him bringing his lips to my ear and saying 'You're here because I like to fuck little girls.' I was scared shitless at this point being a virgin and all, and I definitely didn't want this creep to be my first, but that wasn't all he had to say. He had pulled away from my ear, speaking to me face to face, 'But I also want to torture you, make you scream my name! And then I will slowly, kill you like the decent human being I am.' I don't know how it was possible, but I managed not to give him what he wanted, I asked him why he would kill me."
Tony was crying when I looked up at him, he was shaking his head and trembling. "Lill, oh Lilly." I reached out to him letting him stabilize himself by grabbing onto my arms.
"I think the fucking worst part was what he responded." I shook my head, remembering his exact words. 'I'll kill you after we make love, so I can be the only one who's ever been inside you. Then I'll put you out of your misery, God knows I wish I were dead. But you'll suffice.' At this point I was freaking the hell out, so with the leg that wasn't chained, I slowly moved it in front of me, spitting on his face before kicking my foot out at his face. He cussed the hell out of me, using words I didn't even know at the time. He was so angry that he threatened to kill me right then and there. But I called him a pussy and he lost his shit." I scoffed, shaking me head as I remembered all of this.
"Lilly, look at me." Tony leaned in and I looked at him before he pressed our foreheads together.
"That's all I can handle right now." I said my lip quivering. I crashed against Tony's body, snaking my arms underneath his armpits and grabbing his shoulders, this was the only way I could remain standing without falling to the ground.
"That's okay," He said against the top of my head, rubbing my back. "It's okay baby," He continued, "Nobody will ever put their fucking hands on you again as long as I'm alive." For some reason this made me cry even more, I sobbed against his chest, my whole body aching as I remembered it. "Let's go home." He said and I nodded against his chest. "It's 6pm now," he murmured, "...nobody should be out there, the last class in this building was mine." I only nodded.
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Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)
RomanceRecommended for 18+ Lillian O'Bryan is a sheltered girl who moves to LA for college with baggage, both literal and figurative. She is all alone in a brand new environment with not only change and loneliness tormenting her, but also a horrific event...