The Rebellious Cure

Prologue

*WARNING*

Hey guys, this is my newest book. I must warn you that there are several disturbing scenes, which some readers may find distressing.

This part is very graphic and detailed, I wrote it that way so that you could get the sense of exactly what happened.

I do apologise for anyone whom I may have offended, distressed or upset.

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We made our way through the grinding bodies laced with sweat and raging hormones, keeping my hand tightly wrapped in his as he lead me up the marble staircase. I giggled when we stopped in front of a large wooden door positioned far away from the party, alcohol pouring through my veins.
Letting go of my hand he fumbled around with a key until finally the clicking of the door unlocking sounded through our ears.
Quickly he lead me into the dark,shadowy room and let go of my hand to lock the door.
My giggles were cut short as he pushed me hard against the cold wall and attacked my lips with his harsh ones. His light green eyes were dark, almost black and I whimpered when he pushed his knee forcefully between my thighs.
"Stop-please. You're hurting me!" I whined struggling against him. He pushed his against mine and leaned down to my neck, roughly biting it.
I felt breathless as he pushed deeper into me, moaning. He took a chunk of my hair and wrapped it around his fist, yanking it. I screamed out in pain and shut my eyes tight as his grip on my wrist tightened,
"Such a beautiful colour," He mumbled as he started kissing my jaw, tears pooled in my eyes and his grip on my wrist loosened. He ran his free hand along the nape of my neck and applied more pressure as he licked my ear lobe, surely to leave his mark.

I pushed against him, thrashing my arms around in an attempt to escape. His knee creeped back between my thighs as he roughly rubbed me.
"Stop wriggling," I whimpered in protest and shivered as his cool hands roamed my body freely.
He turned his head to look at the door as someone stumbled passed,bumping into it. Using the distraction I sprinted over to the wooden barricade and fumbled with the handle.

"Someone help me! Please! Hel-" I was yanked back and thrown aimlessly onto the cold wooden floor. My head cracked against the cool surface as he towered above me. I struggled to get away, my vision blurry, but his foot came down on my leg, twisting it in the opposite directon. I screamed out in pain and began sobbing like a baby.

"Please s-stop" He ignored my pleas and knelt between my legs, smirking almost twistedly. Through my blurred vision I saw his fingers reach down to his zipper, he pulled it down slowly, the awful noise echoed around the empty room. I began struggling again, trying so desperately to escape but his ice cold hand wrapped tightly around my wrists, holding them above my head.

His knee parted my thighs as I fought generously to keep them shut. My sobs became louder as he rolled my dress up and touched the top of my rather trampy underwear. I wriggled around against him and screamed hopelessly as he removed them. A large hand clamped over my mouth and my thrashes became weaker as he positioned himself.

"Enjoy your first time," He winked and slammed into me. I cried out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut tightly I quietly reassured mysef that I was okay, that it was all just a dream. As he continued his attack my body went numb as it shut down, I could no longer feel the pain. I stared emotionless up at the ceiling as he collapsed ontop of me.

It felt like a lifetime before he moved and stumbled out of the room, leaving the door open carelessly. As I heard his footsteps move further away I laid on the floor and began sobbing, my whole body shaking violently as I shrieked in pain. I was positive that he thought I was dead, but unfortunately I wasn't. I limped awkwardly over to the door and exited the room of hell, never looking back.

Just barely I made it down the stairs and through the drunken bodies sprawled out on the floor and out the back door. I made my way, emotonlessly towards the gate that lead to the street and stumbled home, flinching when a car drove passed. Once I reached the house I unlocked the door and opened it, closing it behind me. The empty darkness made me realise how aone I was, I trodded upstairs in hope that my mom would be in her room but it was empty.

A loud sob cracked through the eerie silence and I slid down the door, cradling myself as I gasped for air. The aching pain was returning, yet I couldn't bear to move. Instead, I leant forward and started rocking myself back and forth, gasping for breath through the painful cries. I thought about my humiliation.

Classy Tori, losing your virginity at a houseparty

Only 16, pft tramp!

I stood up and wiped my tears from my swelling cheeks and managed to crawl to my bedroom, I removed the torn dress and laced underwear and threw them in the trash bin. I limped through to my bathroom and turned on the shower, as I waited for it to warm up I sneaked a peek in the mirror. My long blonde hair was matted and clinging to my bruised face, my blue eyes looked dead and my lips were swollen and cut. There was a large hand print imprinted on my neck and blood trickled from the gash on my forehead. My arms were covered in blue bruises and the insides of my thighs were black. I cringed stepping into the shower and under the hot water, washing away my sin and the memory of the most horrific night I'd ever experienced.