His Little Heir

An Excuse to Sleep with Me

PSA: If scenes of rape bother you, please skip down to the row of x's to pass the following scene. Thank you!

     His nails dug canyons into Daya's wrists, stinging and burning them. Her flesh seared. Hot tears descended her face, building to a suffocating compacity.

     "Get off of me!" Her teeth clenched to the point of near breaking.

     He moved his legs up to pin her waste, giving his hands the freedom to explore beneath Daya's shirt.

      "Stop moving!" Austin's blue eyes turned into a rough sea, "Why won't you stay still for me?"

     She opened her mouth as wide as it would allow, and bit down hard. He retracted his arm momentarily and allowed Daya to free hers. She shoved two fingers up Austin's nose, and watched a tear escape his eyes. He recovered quickly to her dismay.

     Austin twisted her wrist, making her cry out in pain. He returned it to its original position and busied himself with her shirt, tearing it open.

     She gasped,"Stop! Austin, please.."

     "Shut up! Won't you be good for me?"

     He unclipped her bra and tossed it aside. He moved his legs further up as he stroked her breasts, smiling as he did.

      "Why would you keep these hidden from me, now? They're so nice."

     Daya's eyes lit with rage, "Get the f*** away!"

      "Hmm, I don't think so. He can't have you all to himself; sharing is caring, Daya." Austin slid his hands past her waste. "And what do we have here?"

     "NO!" She screamed, thrashing as her pants hit the floor.

      But he had her down, and he knew it. Daya scratched and spit as her final layer of clothing became no more. Austin pulled off his shirt with his free hand, and looked down at his pants.

     "I'm gonna have to take these off now. You better be a good girl while I do, or else, I'll have to tie you up all nice and pretty." He smirked as he let up.

     Daya scanned his bedroom, peering at the burgundy walls; walls where there should've been doors. The windows dissipated as she made eye contact with them. They burned into the sheet rock's blood, and it wasn't long before the walls themselves began to close in.

       "I'm back, doll, you're so well behaved... we should put that to good use, don't you think?"

     "Go. to. hell." She broke into a run, to where, she didn't know.

     Austin pulled her back into him by her hair. He watched as clumps fell to the floor as she fought him, but not one attempt yielded freedom.

     He slammed Daya's head into the bedpost until she bled, laughing as her bones split. The room began to spin. The ground tore from underneath her as Austin pinned her to the floor, shoving himself onto her.

     Her head pounded as he dipped into her. "Stop.. get.. o-off."

      "Shh.. this'll be over soon. Go to sleep, Daya. Go to sleep." He used his thumb to fold her eyelids down.

     Daya's breathing heavied. Voices filled her head, hammering against her skull.

"Get up!"

"You're okay!"

"He can't hurt you!"

     The voices merged into one, lone wolf. Its black fur gave her warmth, and its pulsating green eyes power.