Escapism Of The Lunatics

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AURORA'S POINT OF VIEW

The second I realized what was happening, I held my breath. I stared right in front of me, at the sky, and tried to stay perfectly still. Slowly, the pressure from Peter's teeth disappeared and I felt him moving behind me. But not before giving it the wound a little peck.

He picked me up effortlessly which was quite surprising considering that I wasn't light as a feather. Swirls of blacks and dark greens surrounded our bodies and when they dissolved, we were in Peter's tent.

He placed me back on the floor. "You'll enjoy this," he said.

I stood in front of him, his fingers grazing the centre fabric of my dress. Suddenly, he gripped the soft material and ripped it. The sound of tearing filled the room. The dress fell to the wooden floorboards, leaving me bare to him. My panties and bra on sight for him to luster about. I felt a hand on my shoulder and before I knew it, he pushed me with my back on the mattress. I lied sprawled on the middle of the bed, completely immobile and watched while he climbed on top of me.

"I promise." he whispered.

Then he leaned forward and kissed my throat. His lips felt soft and his kiss was tender, sweeter than I expected it to be. Yet, I still couldn't breathe. I just lied there, eyes wide-open, shallow breaths while he slowly moved down, until he reached my collar bones. I wanted to fight. I didn't want to hurt Thomas by doing this, but what would happen if I said no? Felix's voice rung in my head again:

'Play his game.'

I don't have much of a choice, do I? I need his trust if I want to survive and be treated better than Wendy. There he paused, moved his head up to look at me and said:

"Breathe."

I simply stared at him, my mouth a bit open, my eyes dry. He looked right back at me and we held a little staring-contest, right there. I dug my nails in the mattress, but he didn't notice.

"We have all the time in the world," he said, while he moved his arm towards my face. I wanted to look away, move back, away from him, but I remained completely still. Do I want to do this? He stroked his thumb over my mouth, slid it over my bottom lip. "All mine."

Then he sat up straight, still on top of me with his knees next to my hips, and took off his shirt. I was a bit taken aback by the sight of his toned chest, but I didn't want to distract myself. No matter how good he looked, this wasn't right. He had hurt me before, he would do it again.

Peter tossed his shirt on the floor and leaned forward again. His hand running down my collar, to my chest, before removing my bra. My mind kept telling me to run away, but to where? There was no escape. I felt a shiver down my spine when his bare skin touched mine and I could feel my heart freeze when he slid his hands over my sides.

"I know you've been craving this," he whispered.

I could feel his hot breath on my face. The sound of his voice tempted me, to let loose, but I didn't want to. Internally, I was already begging for Thomas's forgiveness for betraying him. He doesn't deserve me. I clenched my hands to fists in order to control myself and just turned my head to the side. That didn't made him stop, though. It almost seemed like it only challenged him to work harder, push more.

"I've seen it in your eyes," he whispered.

I could feel his fingertips on my throat. There was no pressure, everything was light and soft. Yet I still couldn't breathe.