PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN

This was it. My blood turned into ice as all of the recent events started to sink in... as the man that had just greeted me moved closer to me, slowly unbuttoning his very expensive shirt.

"Why don't you speak, my little delicate flower?" He murmured as he brushed his lips on my bare shoulders.

I instantly shivered with disgust as I took a deep breath, turning around to face them man behind me. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me amused as he took a step back, observing me.

"It's your first time? Are you a virgin?"

"No," I muttered.

"But it is your first time doing this, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Come on, my flower. You need to entertain me... Ebony is waiting for my report."

I pursed my lips together, frowning with disgust as he took my hand, guiding me towards the huge bed that was half of the space of the room. He placed himself comfortably in the middle of it, before pulling me, forcing me to sit.

I observed him tapping something on his phone before music started to echo inside the room. He licked his teeth and let out a laugh, as if he had just been presented with a gift.

Almost while hearing my heart shuttering as I climbed up on the bed, straddling him, I was desperately trying to suppress my need to vomit. His hungry hands were roaming my body as if he owned every bit of it.

"Move faster against me," he commanded.

Damaged, destroyed, and unworthy. That's how I felt when this old piece of shit started to lick my neck, ignoring the tears that were building up into my eyes, or how cold and stiff my skin was feeling.

He was caressing me hungrily, while I couldn't get the image of him caressing his child, his wife out of my mind. A disgusting bastard, who would never be worthy of a loving wife and family.

I got off of him, ready to run before he grabbed me violently by the arm, looking at me as if the fire was dancing in his eyes. He bit hard his lower lip as he observed my terrified gaze, before pushing me on the bed once again.

"Leaving already? I'm just getting started!"

"No, please! I'm pregnant!"

"Even better," he laughed as he pulled his underwear off.

"Please! Stop! I'm begging you!"

I placed my hands under his chin, forcing his head up, trying to release my self, struggling under his body weight. He let out an unpleasant growl before slapping me with what it seemed to be all of his power, nearly making me lose my consciousness.

"You're mine now you little bitch!"

I cried out loud, unable to react by the dizziness I felt as he tried to take off my underwear. I tried to push him off once again, kicking and biting with all my might before he wrapped his hands firmly around my neck, choking me to the point my vision got blurry.

"The more you move, the more I'll hurt you, flower!"

"Nate..."

I whispered his name with what it seemed to be the last breath that kept me to consciousness. Out of a sudden, I felt like my body got released from a weight, like all the stress and pain that were overwhelming me where finally raising.