Raven

Prologue

The light from the hallway peeked its way through the bottom of the bedroom door.

It was suddenly blocked by a pair of feet before the turning of the doorknob. The door was pushed fully opened and a man walked in. A tall man with greying brown hair, green eyes and dressed in a dark grey suit. He stands there, staring at me before turning on the bedroom light. I squint my eyes from the sudden brightness.

It's Marcus.

He smiles mischievously before making his way to me. With each step he takes, a piece if his clothing falls to the floor until his pants are the only thing left.

I shiver in fear. Out of all the men I've slept with, Marcus was the worst one of all. He was rough and uncaring. There were times where I cried as he fucked me. Because that's what he did. He fucked me. Painfully.

He crawls his way up the bed until his body completely covers mine. My heart is beating rapidly as if at any given moment it could burst its way through my chest from fear. My palms became sweaty. I knew what was next to come and as much as I hated it, I had no choice but to let him have his way with me.

His lips land at the base of my neck before making his way up. I lay there with my eyes closed, moaning in fake pleasure. I feel his hands on my body. Touching me. Grabbing me. I had to make it seem like I was enjoying it. I HAD to.

The others always made sure I received the same pleasure I gave them. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I enjoyed the pleasure they gave me. My whole life I've felt numb. Sex was the only way I knew how to make myself feel good; how to make others feel good. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't ashamed of it. I felt like a whore. Dirty and ruined.

I felt Marcus' rough hands play with my breast. Pulling and teasing one nipple as his mouth plays with the other.

"God, you are so beautiful. You make me so hard. Can you feel how hard you make me?" He murmured against my neck. I nod my head fighting back tears.

I arched my back off the bed and pushed my breast further into his hands. Just the way he liked it. He pinched and tugged hard on my nipples. I ran my fingers down his back, purposely leaving red marks as my nails dug into his skin. He liked pain. I always did want Marcus liked.

He stood up and began removing his pants. I sank further into the bed in fear. I don't want this. I don't want Marcus. I don't like the feel of his hands on mine. I don't like his scent on me. I don't want to see him or hear him.

I close my eyes as I feel him make his way back to me. He removes my clothes and spreads my legs apart. I keep my mouth tightly shut to avoid screaming.

I feel him close to my entrance. I take a deep breath as I felt him enter me painfully. I keep my eyes tightly shut to keep back tears.

It hurts. Oh god, it hurts. Stop. I don't want this. Please.

He continues to pound painfully into me. I can no longer hold back the tears. I open my eyes and look at the ceiling as I cry.

"Shhh, baby. It okay." He groans. He pushes the hair out of my face and continues to fuck me. I am now sobbing uncontrollably.

The sound of loud footsteps and yelling were heard from outside the bedroom door. Marcus stops and kneels above me with a questioning look. Before he could ask the bedroom door is slammed open; the door almost flying off the hinges. Policemen barged in, guns in hand.

"Marcus West. Step away from the girl," said one of the policeman.

Marcus stood up with hands in the air. He backs away from the bed. One of the police approaches him and cuffs his hands behind his back as another makes his way to me.

His lips are moving but no words are coming out. I can only shake my head and sob.

"Marcus West, you are under arrest..."