Warning! This chapter will have mature content, containing sexual violence. If you have made it to here, then know that it won't be more intense than anything written in previous chapters. I just thought I'd add another warning :)
Love,
~S
I guess that's how I don't see the other car get into my lane as the pain is finally subdued when my head hits the windshield and all I see is a cold darkness.
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My head hurts and I feel funny.
My eyes shutter open, a blinding fluorescent light buzzing above me. For a sweet second of bliss, I'm void of all memories. I don't know who I am, I don't remember anything up until this moment, and I don't remember where I've been.
I blink once, twice, three times.
Eyes closing in agony, it all comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave.
Tristan. Closed doors. Pain. Anger. Blake. Alpha Samuel. Wal-Mart. Pain, pain, pain.
My lungs have forgotten how to work, body only responding to the pain and letting out a whimper. Emotional pain has nothing on the physical right now. I feel cold and stiff... but maybe it's whatever I'm laying on.
Pain slices through one of my arms and I scream, wishing it to stop. I frantically try to see what's causing the unyielding pain, but all I can see is the light, nothing beyond.
Another knife cuts through my stomach and leg at the same time and the physical pain mixed with the twisting in my heart makes my head loll to the side. I squint my eyes, focusing for only a second on something other than the brightness.
Black rocks. Black eyes. Black fur.
A small part of me knows what's happening- understands that something has caused this pain, though what caused it a mystery to my unfocused mind.
I let out a groan, feeling a surprising, soothing sensation against my wounds. Soon, the only pain left is the dull ache of something I can't quite place.
There's a sharp pinch in my side as I struggle to sit up, light surrounding me. Before I know what's happened, a heavy weight sits on my chest and breathing has become a myth again. My lungs grapple with my brain, straining to inhale. Liquid bubbles up through my throat, choking me and blocking any chance of inhaling oxygen. My arms are pinned to my sides by invisible forces and I thrash wildly. Another- or maybe the same- invisible force spreads my thighs apart, and darkness creeps up the side of my vision. From the wet, choking sounds of the liquid clogging my throat and my body beating against the surface I'm laying on, there is no other sound. I do not know this invisible invader.
The liquid fills my lungs and the burn becomes a raging fire, demanding air. Air isn't coming, and somehow my mind knows this, slowly shutting down consciousness.
With the soothing moisture against my wounds, and the bright light starting to fade, the force violates my body.
Then, again, darkness cocoons me and I'm left hearing a taunting voice in my ear.
"I'm not dead, bitch. Don't think you're getting away that easy."
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I slowly come to, my senses on high alert.
It always starts this way, with me waking up in a place I have no recollection of ending up until I'm forced to endure the nightmare over and over again in my sleep.
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