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Memories Of My Cousin Pierre

Novel By: MellYK

Tags: Rape, Sad, Virgin

Life when a cousin you love scars you and ends your life forever. View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 24, 2013    Reads: 445    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

"Why do you keep hurting me?" I managed to whisper in a low voice. He didn't answer me but just held me more tightly. There was silence in the room for a while as I continued to sob quietly. "I am sorry Arina". he managed to say in a warm voice as he stood up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a damp towel in his hands and walked over to me not taking his eyes off me. I started to shiver as he approached. "It's okay. I won't hurt you" he managed to say as he came back to the bed and sat beside me where I lay. He brought the damp towel to my face and gently dabbed it on my blood covered lip as I stared straight at him as he concentrated on what he was doing as I wondered how Pierre being this gentle with me now could turn into a monster like he did last night. "There, all done" he said as he looked into my eyes. He dropped the the towel and put his hand on my cheek and stroked in gently with his thumb. "You are so beautiful. What have I done to you?". He sighed and attempted to kiss me but stopped when he saw my bruised lip. His eyes that were filled with pity a moment ago suddenly showed no emotion and his face expressionless as he turned from me and stood up. He started to dress up and then turned to look at me then he walked out of the room. The weeks passed and on this fateful day after Pierre had raped me again that morning and left, I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I felt sick. I stood up and washed my face and began to walk out out of the bathroom and then noticed the calender hanging on the door. I looked at it and then realized that I had missed my period two weeks ago. I froze and fell to the floor as I realized that I could possibly be pregnant. I could be pregnant with my kidnapper's child, my cousin's child. I started to cry and then screamed to myself "Why, why me?" I gathered as much energy as I could and stood up to walk out of the bathroom. I walked over to the bed and then slumped onto it as I continued to cry. I then swore to myself that I was not going to tell Pierre about the baby just yet. My thoughts were shortly interrupted when Pierre walked into the room and closed the door and I sat up. "What's wrong? I heared you scream"."N- nothing I-I fell". He then walked up to me and held my arm firmly but not enough to hurt me. "Are you hurt?". "N-no I'm fine" I said calmly with my head down. "Okay then get dressed and come down for lunch. Don't take too long". "Okay" I managed to say with my head still down. He stood up and walked out of the room quietly. If I wasn't mistaken he was acctually being nice for once and didn't come to the room to rape me for once. I thought about the possibility of being pregnant with Pierre's child and how I was going to hide it from him for I didn't know what his reaction would be even if he said that he would get me pregnant. I guess I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing about the pregnancy just yet and I guess also give him more reason to keep me here. Elena entered the room to change the beddings. "Elena could I ask you for somthing" I whispered "Why yes maam, you look worried" she said as she walked over to me and then I spoke. "I'm pregnant...at least I think I am" I said as I looked down. "I need you to get me one of those pregnancy test stuff so I can confirm it" as I looked up at her. "Her eyes glittered and with a gasp she replied. "Why yes maam, master Pierre would be so delighted to know this". "No", I managed to reply quickly. "He isn't supposed to know...please, not yet". "Okay maam, I'm sorry, I'll get that for you right away". She turned to leave the room and quickly returned with one. "Thanks" I said and she just replied with a warm smile. I stood up and went to get a shower as I remembered what Pierre had said about lunch earlier on. I came out of the bathroom and saw the bed was neatly made. I smiled at it and got dressed to go for lunch. As I left the room and walked to down the stairs I quickly found the dining room and saw Pierre sitting at the table with a glint in his eyes as he saw me. He stood up and motioned for me to sit at the seat next to him. We sat and food was brought to the table by a chef. His eyes never left me as I ate my food with obvious nervousness. We finished eating and he spoke. "My gosh you look so beautiful" I put my head down and looked away as he kept watching me. "I want you more right now" he said as he pulled me up from where I sat and carried me over his shoulder up the stairs and to his room. "I kicked on and pounded his back as he carried me into his room and locked the door but he held me firmly and then threw me on the bed. "Why are you doing this" I screamed at him as he undressed but he ignored me and continued. I just cried to myself and decided within myself that I wouldn't fight him at least to protect my baby even if that was my only reason for not fighting him. He came over to me and tore the loose dress I wore, spread my legs roughly and entered me. I cried as he bent over to kiss me as he continued to thrust in and out of me fast. He soon cummed in me and rolled off me panting as I curled into a ball. He reached out to touch my shoulder as he said "I'm sor..." but I cut him off yelling "Get away from me, don't touch me, you monster". Pierre suddenly stood up, his eyes were filled with rage but he quickly dressed up watching me and turned to walk out of the room slamming it behind him leaving me crying on his bed. I soon fell asleep as I realized I was tired. Time passed quickly and I was now three months pregnant. I was begining to show and started to worry. I woke up one night in Pierre's bed and heared shouting outside the room. Soon Pierre walked into the room and slammed the door behind him not even bothering to lock it. His eyes filled with anger and lust as I stared at him shocked. I had never seen him like this before. I soon guessed he had decided to express his anger on me and then I immediately thought about my baby and knew that Logan was going to hurt him. I tried to crawl off the bed to run to the bathroom and lock the door to hide there at least I would be safe for a while but Pierre quickly pulled my leg back with a growl in his voice. "You're trying to run away from me slut yeah? Well I would teach you a damn good lesson you'd never forget in your life". He straddled me and ripped off his shirt and tore off my night dress. I tried to push him away and crawl away to safety but his grip on me was too strong and he removed his jeans and boxers and soon his flesh was at my entrance and he rammed into me as I screamed because the pain was too much for me to bare. The pain got worse and worse that I had to get him off me anyhow I could and so I reached out to the bedside drawer and pulled out a knife I had sneaked up into the room after breakfast some time back. I attempted to stab him but his caught my hand and twisted it as far as it could go as I dropped the knife with my now again dislocated wrist. It hurt so bad but I was too scared too scream as I saw that his eyes desired to kill. "No, please no I'm sorry please don't..." "Shut up slut" he shouted "So you tried to kill me...again, yeah slut" as he puched me in the face and I spat out blood. He then punched my stomach hard and I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt my baby move inside me. I started blacking out as I noticed Pierre looking at the bed between my legs and I started bleeding profusely and managed to hear Pierre say with a low voice, "What the fuck is this?" and then he looked at my dazed face and quickly stood up. I saw him pick up his phone to talk to someone I later realized was a doctor telling them to come get me quickly that something was wrong with me with a worried tone in his voice. I still lay there frozen on the bed and the last thing that I could think of before I finally passed out completely was that my baby was dead and I could do nothing to save him.


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