Haunted by you

Please, stop," I whimper. "I'm not yours."

But it is too late. He has already begun to undo his pants, his movements quick and efficient. I close my eyes, feeling tears well up in the corners.
I know what is about to happen, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

A moment later, I feel the cold, hard length of him press against me, invading my most intimate place. I let out a soft, broken whimper as he begins to thrust into me, our bodies slapping together in a brutal rhythm. I try to push him away, but he is too strong, too determined.

"That's it, sweetheart. Give in to it," he growls, his voice dark and possessive. "You know you like it." His words send a shiver of revulsion down my spine.
I close my eyes, feeling the hot tears spill down my cheeks as he continues to take me roughly, his thrusts growing more forceful with each passing moment.

I can hear the sound of our bodies slapping together, the rustle of the sheets. It all seems to merge into a cacophony of noise that drowns out everything else.

And through it all, I can feel him, feel him inside me, taking what is mine and twisting it into something cruel and unrecognizable.