"I think I'll miss you forever.
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies."
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TW: R*pe scene
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I perfect my already red enough lips, brushing my fingertips against them.
Ding
Dong
He's here.
I quickly slip out of my clothes, leaving me alone with my lingerie. I slowly open the door, keeping a smirk on my face.
"Hey.." he whispers. But not a sexy one, a shy 'I've never done this before', voice crack kind of whisper.
He clears his voice, and tries again.
"Uhh- hi."
I stare a bit, and open the door wider.
"Come in." I say, making sure I don't scare him. He seems like a coward.
30 minutes pass. 30 minutes to get some inexperienced kids' clothes off.
"Give me the money first." I demand, it was kind of sudden, but it was a little fun messing with him.
He begins to do the annoying 'look around and stutter' thing.
"Money, babe.. Think." My smirk begins to fade but I have to keep pushing.
"C'mon, my dick's enough pleasure to pay the price." His cockiness honestly makes my stomach churn. Not in a good way.
"Babe, the money." I say. Not that I was willing to ruin the 'moment', but I was willing to ruin it. If I'm not getting paid, I'm not gonna do it.
Im starting to feel unsure..
Time passed of me giving him an extra long death glare and his eyes darting around the room.
"Get out." I utter, making sure to give the T's some extra umph.
And what came out of his mouth, almost made me snap out of my 'sexy state' and slap the bitch out of him.
"No. Just admit you want my dick."
"I don't fucking want your small dick. Get the fuck out." I point at the door, and as he stood up, I threw his dirty clothes at his disheveled silhouette.
"Fuckin' shit, I've never met anyone as annoying as you." I mutter as he inches towards the door.
The tension in my chest relieves as he grips the doorknob.
"You know it's not pretty when cute girls like you curse. You should listen to what a man says." He says, keeping his head down.
"I'm glad I didn't let your gross misogynist cock inside me. Leave." I spit, fury building up yet again.
I look away, scanning the floor for anymore of his clothes, not wanting any of his possessions in my abode.
Before I could look up, I felt sudden coldness wrapping around my neck. I gasp for air, trying to pry off the skinny fingers that relentlessly pulled at me.
"A girl like you should be taken under control." He whispers. I wasn't sure what he meant until I felt his body move closer to me. He took a hand to slide his man-hood into me, all while I struggle under his grip, paralyzed. Half of me wants to kick him away, and the other half wants to lock my knees together to keep him away.
As he thrusts harder, he squeezes my throat harder, I gasp for air. Both his hands clench my neck, and his hold and body restricted my every move. I felt my eyes roll back on their own, and my head fill with pressure. I whimper, not even having the strength to gasp for air any longer. His thumbs push down onto my Adam's apple, and tears begin to stream down my face. I never thought it was even possible to begin to cry so quick.
Taking my neck, he slams me against the thin wall and presses harder. Everything begins blurring, and I couldn't tell if it was because of the tears that endlessly fell onto the carpet floor or if I just dying.
Am I dying?
With that, I whisper a final
"Please-."
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I enter a trance-like state. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or in real life.
It was burning hot. Even under the numbness of my body, I still felt it. It felt like hot stones underneath me, it felt like hell.
