His Name Is Mugen

Goodbye To Myself

This entire chapter is a build up to an end scene in which he rapes her. I'm not going to fully and deeply describe that scene but it happens. I'll put a "WARNING" alert when it comes up but you can just skip the entire chapter if it makes you uncomfortable.
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When I was younger, I used to think that the worst thing that could happen to me was to get my heart broken by the one I loved and watch him move on from me with someone else. As I grew older, I realized there were far much worse things to fear.

Like being kidnapped by your crazy ex-fiancé for instance.

Tyson had successfully managed to get me to his mansion without a peep for the remainder of the ride. That was partially due to the swelling of my face and the fact that I thought my teeth were loose and would fall out if I uttered a single sound.

Even though I was capable of walking, Tyson thought it would be more of a grander entrance if he dragged me by my hair. He dragged me up the front lawn, past his maids who said not a damn word to him or me, all the way up 2 flight of stairs, and into his bedroom.

Mind you, I was screaming, thrashing, crying, and fighting the entire time.

Tyson picked me up in one swift motion and threw me onto his lush bed. I sank right in. This would of been much more dramatic and romantic if I actually liked him and didn't resemble a battered woman.

I quickly backed up against the headboard but Tyson grabbed my legs and dragged me back down towards him. I kicked and thrashed but he didn't let up his grasp. He climbed on top of me and placed all of his weight on me. My breath got sucked in and I tried wiggling from under him.

"Get the hell off of me Tyson!" I banged my fist across his chest. His response was to slap me across my face. My face turned sharply to the right and I gasped. I felt a moist liquid run down to my lips and the taste of iron filled my taste buds. I could feel my lips swelling.

I can't believe he hit me again.

"I should of did this a long time ago." Tyson took both my arms and placed them on either side of him under his knees. My fear spike up. Sweat trickled down my face and mixed with blood. I panicked. I hated the feeling of being restricted and right now, I couldn't move. My chest rose up and down and I felt nauseous.

What is he going to do to me?

"This is for your own good." Tyson insisted. What the absolute fuck is this man talking about. "This is for us. For our future." What future. I hate him. Tyson began unbuttoning his shirt. I watched him closely.

What the fuck is he doing?

"It's for your own good." He kept repeating.

My own good?

Soon his shirt was off and next he began unbuckling his belt.

No, no, no, he wouldn't.

Would he?

I stilled under him. If my heartbeat wasn't already erratic, right now it felt as if it would burst right through my chest. I heard my own heartbeat loud and clear and each beat was a painful jab against my eardrums.

This isn't happening.

"WARNING WARNING RAPE SCENE UP AHEAD- actually this is a part of the build up scene but it is graphic so read at your own risk."

"For your own good."  Tyson's slimy hands found their way up my shirt and on my left breast. His touch was like heated iron against my skin and left a burnt scar. Tears pooled out of my eyes and I begged him to stop.

He didn't listen.

"For your own good." Tyson repeated. He ripped open my shirt exposing my bare skin to his lubricious eyes. They racked my body and I felt the bile rising up. He bent down and placed wet kisses on my body. I squirmed and fought as best I could but he placed even more weight on me, knocking me breathless. His lips made their way to my breast and once his tongue grazed my nipple, I lost it.

No, no, no, please God no.

"Tyson stop!" I begged. I tried headbudding him but he just slapped me again. He place a hand around my neck and held me in place while his tongue preyed against my helpless body. "Please, Tyson, stop!" I cried. Snot, tears, sweat, and blood was all over me and I felt disgusted and dirty.

Tyson was finally done with his foreplay and was ready for penetration. He reached down and tore off my shorts. I cried and begged for him to stop.

He didn't.

His pants were off right after and he spread my legs open. For a split second my arms were free and I used that time to try and scratch his eyes out. He chuckled and swatted my flimsy arms away with ease. He held my hands above my head with one hand and my jaw with the other.

"Be grateful, I'm about to make a woman out of you." There was nothing reassuring or heartwarming about the smile on his face. I did the only thing I could think of doing to people like him. I had been collecting the blood, snot, and sweat that was trickling down my face and into my mouth. I mixed it with the spit and released it all over his face in one huge hog spit. I smiled when some of it flew into his mouth.

He didn't like that.

Obviously.

He punched me in my gut and all air escaped my lungs. Perhaps this is all my divine punishment. Perhaps I did something bad in my previous life and God has forsaken me. Perhaps this is fate.

"WARNING WARNING RAPE SCENE BELOW"

While I was contemplating what I could of possibly done in my previous life to deserve this, Tyson thrusted forcefully into me.

This was it. This is what I feared the most.

He thrusted again and again and again.

And again and again.

Each time I screamed even louder.

Louder and louder until my voice went hoarse.

Until it could no longer be heard.

I know his maids heard me, hell, his neighbors 3 miles down probably heard me. But no one helped me.

Tyson brought his lips too mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Part of me wanted to bite it off but the other part of me told me not to because he'd hit me again.

I bit it anyways.

I bit into it hard with the intent of tearing it off. Tyson yelled and punched at my sides repeatedly all while still thrusting into me. I didn't let go, I bit down harder. The worse he could do was kill me but then again going to heaven or even hell sounds a lot better than being under him. I'm sure he was breaking my ribs by repeatedly pounding into my side but oh well.

I'll just grow new ones.

I bit down with a mission. If I was going down, I was taking a part of him with me. I tore a piece of his tongue off and spat it to my side proudly.

"You fucking Bitch!" Only a piece of his tongue was missing so it sounded something like "Hu huhin hihch." He rammed his fist into my face and screamed at me. I didn't hear him though. Black dots filled my vision, a beeping sound clogged my ears, and sleep was calling my name.

This was goodbye.

Goodbye to my virginity, goodbye to my happiness, goodbye to my livelihood, goodbye to sanity, goodbye to my life. Most of all...

Goodbye to myself.

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