Hopelessly Devoted

《PROLOGUE》

Prologue: Broken Bones

NOTE: This part includes sexual assualt and body abuse.
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"When are you gonna leave me alone?" I said, my voice trembling with disgust and anger.

"I will never do that," he replied, a wicked smile curling on his lips. His eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint, the same eyes I once found mesmerizing now filled me with dread.

"But you're hurting me," I whispered, stroking my bruised arm. The blue and purple marks a testament to his cruelty.

"Baby, you look beautiful when you're hurt... what can I do?" he said viciously, his voice dripping with malice. His words were like daggers, piercing through the remnants of my self-worth.

I looked around the dimly lit room, my eyes landing on the dishevelled bed we had shared for far too long. "I don't know what I'm still doing here... in your bed... after all that... after all you've done to me," I said senselessly, my mind struggling to comprehend the reality of my situation.

"You loved what I did," he smirked, his face contorting into an expression of sick satisfaction.

"No," I defended weakly, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"You did. Don't fucking lie to yourself," he said, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming and suffocating.

"No, I didn't. I just want to forget... forget about hi..." I started quietly, stopping myself before I could utter his name.

"About who? Huh? About him, right? You were gonna say about him, right?" he asked, his hand shooting out to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking it fiercely.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" I whined, the pain radiating from my scalp making my vision blur.

"Yes, it's him. You can't say his name anymore... you're mine," he said through clenched teeth, his jaw tight with possessive rage.

"And you know what... I'm doing it again," he dared, slapping me across the face with such force that I fell harshly onto the mattress. The sting of his hand left my cheek burning, my head spinning from the impact.

"No, you're not," I said defiantly, even as he started undressing me aggressively, his nails leaving trails of cuts on my already bruised skin. The pain was almost numbing now, a cruel reminder of my reality.

The bruises covered my body, a canvas of his abuse. What difference would a few more scratches make? I thought bitterly. His eyes roved over me, a look of disgust and amusement on his face as he squeezed my breasts, once firm but now marked by his cruelty.

"Yeah, I'm ugly. What are you still doing here, motherfucker?" I muttered to myself, the words barely audible.

"I like it. I like controlling you. You are my entertainment, Olivia... you're my toy," he said, his fingers trailing down to my clit, taunting and cruel.

"I can even rape the fuck out of you, and you still come back to me with an open, delicious pussy," he stated, his voice laced with twisted satisfaction as he began sucking and licking me.

I cried silently, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks, but I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. His lips, once the most heavenly thing I had ever tasted, crashed onto mine, forcing my mouth open with bruising force. I hated him. I didn't want this. My screams were trapped inside, my voice refusing to come out.

"I'm really getting used to your colorful body. I like it so much," he said with amusement, a childish laugh escaping his lips. In a parallel world, my heart would have melted at that sound.

"I decorated that shit," he said, running his hands over my naked body, admiring the bruises and cuts he had inflicted. That touch, once something I lived for, now made me feel sick.

He tugged at his pants, struggling to unbuckle his belt and unzip them with one hand while holding my wrists above my head with the other. I didn't even fight back. Once he was done, he immediately pushed himself into me. The pain was excruciating.

When I started to scream, he covered my mouth with his hand, silencing me. I could feel the veins in my head pulsing, screaming for help that would never come. I needed him to stop. Now.

He thrust into me with brutal force, my body bouncing under his strong grip. My tears were invisible to him, falling onto the sheets as I lay beneath him, moving up and down, up and down, up and down in surrender.

I can feel him Cumming, he is so close, i know it. "Ohhh, you're doing a good job, babe," he spat, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

I’m not even blinking. I felt nothing but pain and despair.

"You want a treat?" he asked breathlessly, his voice dripping with condescension. Suddenly I started feeling again,  feeling my arousal a cruel irony in my situation. Despite everything, my body betrayed me, responding to him.

"Yeah?" he breathed into my mouth, pushing harder.

"Yeah," I sighed in pain, my eyes sparkling desperately with the mention of what i need, anything to ease the torment.

"Yeeeaah," he said, thrusting himself deeper into me and reattaching his lips to mine with bruising force.

"Good girl... good... girlhh," he spat as he came undone, feeling his cum fill me. He climbed off of me, and I swear i never felt so relieved before

I’m lying, i was once relieved

and Happy...

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body aching, my mind numb. The room was silent now, the only sound the ragged breaths coming from my abuser. I lay there, trying to gather the strength to move, to leave, but my body refused to cooperate. Every inch of me hurt, every muscle screamed in agony.

I glanced at him, his eyes closed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. I couldn't understand how he could find pleasure in my pain, how he could enjoy watching me suffer. The man I had once loved was gone, replaced by this monster.

Memories flooded my mind, moments of happiness and love now tainted by his cruelty. I remembered our first date, the way he had looked at me with such adoration, the way he had made me feel special. I remembered the laughter, the joy, the promises of a future together. But now, all of that seemed like a cruel joke, a distant dream that had turned into a nightmare.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had to get out of here. I had to find a way to escape this hell. I couldn't let him control me any longer. I couldn't let him win.

Slowly, I sat up, wincing at the pain that shot through my body. I looked around the room, searching for my clothes. I spotted my jeans and t-shirt crumpled in the corner and began to crawl towards them, every movement sending waves of pain through me.

I dressed myself as quickly as I could, my hands shaking, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to be quiet. I couldn't let him wake up. I couldn't let him stop me.

As i reach his ragged pair of jeans laying on the floor, i dug my fingers in, grabbing the small transparent pocket filled with the white powder I ached for dipping my nail inside to quickly satisfy my needs, i held my ginger to my nose sniffing the substance, I repeated the process once more before holding my nose to momentarily cut myself from air supply,  savouring the feeling. I close the bag and put it back glancing at him one more time, his steady state assured me as I walk back to the sweaty bed and land with a thud on the sheets.