Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

T W E N T Y - O N E

The pain felt far too real. The rope on her ankles were so tight, it had began to cut open her skin and cut off her circulation. Her hands were bound to the posts on the headboard, holding her arms away from her body. She was completely still and frozen in place, but she was aware of her surroundings. She wasn't with Larry anymore. 

"My sweet Caroline," he sang, a sinister like chuckle following after. That voice was all too familiar, and the sound of it made her sick to her stomach. She couldn't scream, she couldn't move, and she couldn't even think. The only that she could do was acknowledge that was there, and she was going to endure the same agonizing pain she felt weeks ago. 

"Why you not speaking, princess?" He asked, his voice growing closer as he sentence dragged on. "You don't miss Daddy?" 

She jumped just the slightest when she felt cold fingertips run up and down her exposed thighs and she wanted to cry, but her tears wouldn't come out. She then felt the palm of both hands begin to caress her skin along with the fingers, moving closer and closer to the sacred spot between her legs. The spot she hoped would never be exposed to anyone else again. The spot that he ruined. 

"You still so beautiful, baby," he said to her, the bed dipping down on both of sides of her body under his weight. "And so ready for me." 

That's when she saw his face, and it was nothing like that last time she saw him. His face was much darker, and he had scars running along every little line in his skin. His lips were crusted and peeling, and his eyes were bloodshot red. His body looked deformed, and she tried to look away, but the harder she tried to do anything remotely close to reluctance, the harder it was to do. 

He shifted himself on top of her until his erection was pressing against her. It felt different...worse. It was pricking her like a cactus, and it burned immensely, like she was on fire. She prayed he wasn't going to go any further, but when she felt himself push all the way inside of her, she let out the loudest scream she could make. It didn't feel how it felt the first time; it felt much worse. She felt like was being ripped apart from down there, and it was burning her throughout her body. She screamed, and she cried, begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. He was laughing as he continued his assault, looking down at the blood he was drawing from her. She could feel it, too. The warm blood pouring from inside of her. 

"Caroline," he said, continuing the motion with his hips. "Come on, baby." 

"NO!" She screamed. "PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!" 

She attempted to move her arms and for the first time, they were free, and the ropes on her wrists faded away. The first thing she did was push him off of her, but he held onto the sheets, refusing to get off. 

"Stop it, Caroline!" He shouted, pushing her back down on the bed. "It's me! Hey, it's me!" 

She ignored him as she continued to fight him, using her legs this time. She kicked at his abdomen and she clawed at his face, doing whatever she could to get him away from her. 

"Caroline, stop it, please! It's me!" 

"N-No," she cried, flailing her arms at him. "Leave me alone!" 

"Open you eyes, Caroline. Please." 

Laurent's voice was much calmer this time, and that was when she realized it wasn't his; it was Larry's. She slowly peeled her eyelids open, and she looked up, coming face to face with a bunch of twists hanging above her. 

Not again.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "N-No it's you! Get off of me!" 

She raised her hand and she threw her fist at him without question, feeling it connect with his jaw harder than she thought it would. Larry let out a groan and he held his face, pinning her down with his free hand.