Merciless

Three - Invasion and the Fall

Heyho, mighty-ho!! ;D

Huge thank you to those who've read from the first chapter. 

If you're starting here...I do recommend starting from the beginning. It's important to get a better feel of the character development and story arc since this is a short story.

[Trigger warning: This chapter contains graphic references to sexual abuse and violence.]

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Turning my attention back to the blonde, I finally removed my shades. There was a sharp intake of breath and her eyes nearly popped out of her doll-like face.

I advanced towards her and with every step I took forwards, she took one backwards. I quickened my strides, eyes roving all over her like a vicious hunter assessing its prey. In her haste, her foot hit the edge of her bed and she fell backwards onto the rigid, ratty, thousand-year old mattress.

She hastily scrambled backwards, hit the headboard and could go no further. Shrinking back against the matted velvet, she curled up like a withered leaf, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. It was as though she believed that if she, by some amazing feat, managed to mold herself into a ball tiny enough, she could perhaps disappear completely. 

Face deathly pale and awash with dread, she trembled at the thought of her imminent doom. I closed in on her, sneering. My coat was swiftly unbuttoned and disposed of in a corner. 

"N-n-no-n-no..."

Her eyes darted around the room as if hoping there were invisible people who would come to her aid. Then, in a sudden flash of boldness, her hand shot out and grabbed a pair of scissors that were lying innocently on her bedside table. Waving it manically in front of my face, the pointed object was but an irksome fly to be easily dealt with. Shoving her forcefully down onto the bed, I quickly swiped the offending weapon from her quivering hands. 

"Naughty, naughty...you didn't actually think that was going to work did you?"

I dragged the tip of the scissors along the crook of her neck, applying enough pressure to leave a faint, white line but just short of drawing blood. There was no need to spill any of the precious blood running through her veins. Yet. I flung the scissors over one shoulder and heard it collide with the wall before clattering noisily onto the floor.

Without much further thought, I pounced onto the bed and straddled her writhing body. I ripped her paper-thin clothes apart like a savage beast on an uncontrollable rampage, then leant back a little to trace every single curve and contour of the body trapped between my legs. I felt myself harden and grow erect. It's been so long...too long...

Blondie was still thrashing around like a demented soul, trying to escape the firm clamp of my thighs on her hips. "Keep still, bitch," I growled. When she took no heed of my warning, I knocked her senseless with a tight slap and she finally twitched to a still, sinking in defeat. 

Oh, yes. Not wasting another second, I tore open the zipper of my trousers, setting my evident bulge free. Not even bothering to get my pants all the way off, I positioned myself right at the entrance to her sweet, pulsating core and paused with sick anticipation in that one suspended moment of time.

Then, I plunged deep inside of her.

Her scream of pain laced with unsuspected, unwanted pleasure pierced through the silent night air like a shuriken thrown with precision, echoing off the four walls of the room.