“Stop! John.” You tugged at your wrist, hoping to pull it from his grasp. “You’re hurting me.”
He sunk his fingers deeper into your arm, ignoring your protests.
“I know I fucked up, but I’m alive. We’re alive.” You tried to twist your elbow, but you knew struggling would make it worse. “Please, don’t be mad at me. This hurts!”
John got the key into the door of the motel room you were sharing and kicked it open. He yanked you inside causing you to cry out. In a single motion, he threw you against the wall and moved his hand around your throat as he slammed the door with the same foot he used to open it.
“THIS HURTS?” His eyes were wild with anger and his chest was thumping as his breathing increased. “You’re lucky you can feel fucking pain after the shit you just pulled. We almost died Y/N.”
You brought your hands up to his wrist now and tried to pry it off of your neck, he ignored your protest and squeezed, cutting off your airway and ability to speak. It was a careless mistake, but if you wanted to be a hunter you needed to stop making them. Your eyes started to water and there was no way to tell if they were from the guilt at letting your mentor down or the fear that he was about to kill you for your error.
“This is my fault too.” His eyes continued to rage and his hand squeezed tighter. “Maybe I need to find a better way to get through to you, to make you understand, to teach you.”
John brought his other hand to your waist and spun you around as he released the grip on your neck. You started to cough and take in as much air as you could, your hands bracing the wall. It burned, and you couldn’t exhale enough before pulling in another gasp. You should apologize, but every time you tried to speak another cough came out. The pain in your lungs was so distracting you didn’t realize what John was doing.
SMACK! A sting exploded across your ass. You sucked in the air and tried to scream at the same time. Instincts kicked in and you looked behind, but John grabbed your shoulder and moved forward, pinning your body to the wall, with his own. Then you felt the roughness of his jeans on your rear and looked down to see your pants and underwear around your ankles.
“What the fuck?” You tried to slide to the side, but he gripped you in place.
“I’m the one in control here Y/N.” His fingers dug into your shoulder as his free hand moved between your bodies. “If you want to survive this life you need to give all the power to me. I’ve tried to teach you this, but you don’t seem to comprehend.”
The sounds of his zipper going down made your heart race. He wouldn’t. Not John. You tried to push back again, but he slammed your body forward, moving one foot in between your legs and kicking your ankles to the side. Your legs spread, even if you wanted to shut them the awkward bunching on your pants made that impossible.
“Why can’t you ever listen?” He bent down and you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance.
“John, No. Please!” You started moving your hands along the wall as if you could find some secret escape. “I’ll listen. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“I know you will.” He pushed forward.
You screamed, even though you couldn’t see his cock there was no doubt it was sizeable. The suddenness of his entry gave your body no time to prepare making the experience even more uncomfortable. You went up on your tip toes to try and get away, but John’s hand wrapped around your waist and held you still.
