Grey Area - a Jake Pitts/BVB fanfic

Chapter Four

~~~~ The Next Day ~~~~

Every inch of my skin felt dirty. I was disgusted. Of myself. Of Collin. Of this whole situation.

I wanted out.

Collin had been kind enough to untie my various bindings... of course pumping me fill of drugs so that I bearly had the energy to swat a damn fly, let alone try to lash out and escape. He'd thought this through - I'd give him that. Though, if you were a psycho ex boyfriend who's girlfriend bailed and ran away to America three years ago, wouldn't you have had enough time to scheme evily?

"Go shower." Collin ordered as he threw a clean set of clothes at me. My delayed reactions caused them to hit me square in the nose.

Dickhead. I did what he said though, no point in fighting. Not while I was this weak at least.

Later that day we sat at the dining table, Collin eating his italian meatballs and me just pushing mine around the plate.

"You need to eat Max."

"Why? For all I know they're poisoned. I wouldn't put it past you, I mean first you fucking kidnap me and now you continue to pump my body with drugs."

His fist slammed on the table causing me to flinch.

"Damnit Maxine don't you get it?! If you had just stayed and let me look after you then I wouldn't have to do this!"

"I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING PUPPET COLLIN." I surprised myself with the volume I was able to project despite my weak state.

He leapt up and walked infront of me turning me towards him. His fingers wrapped around my wrists and I cringed at the pain.

"You. Are. Mine." He said dangerously.

"NO! I'm not!" I cried desperately. I have no idea why I was fighting, I was only getting myself into a worse situation. But of course, me being me, I had to fuck shit up.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me close to him, tearing a few strands from their roots in the process.

"Tell me you love me."

"I don't love you."

"Say it!"

"NO!"

He stood me up and threw me against the nearest wall. I bounced off, landing on the floor in a heap of bones.

"GET UP!" He screamed, grabbing me before I had the chance to stand. He dragged me through the house and I knew what was about to happen.

"NO! Collin no please!! Don't noooo!" My pleas turns to cries as he slammed me on the bed and began to remove my clothing.

"Collin no!!!!" I was in hysterics. Was this really the guy I used to love? What happened to him.

"Tell me you love me Maxine."

"I-I can't. I ca-can't lie." I cried struggling for air. That was it. I had seeled my fate, and I was stripped of any innocence that remained after last night. The worst thing about it wasn't that is wasn't consented - which sounds kinda weird - but it was the fact that no matter how discussed I was that he would do such a thing, or how much my brain screamed for him to stop, it was that despite all this my body still reacted to it as if it was normal sex.

Which is disgusting.

I'm a 25 year old woman. Of course I love sex. I loved it the first time. The first time - with COLLIN. But now? In this situation? It was one of those "you say no but your body says yes" moments. And that, above all else, was what pissed me off the most.