The huge man - Southwood - loomed over me as I cowered further into the bed, wishing, hoping, it would swallow me up.
I was in a state of shock. I could still feel the trails of fire that Alec had left across my skin. I could still feel his tongue in my mouth, the way it danced with mine.
I was startled out of my reverie when Southwood stepped closer, moving toward me, and stretched a greasy hand out towards my boobs. I slapped his hand away, wanting to feel anything but his touch, and whimpered when he growled in fury.
He raised his hand and brought it down, slapping me across the face. My vision went black for a few moments and I whimpered in pain. This should be becoming a familiar feeling by now, but every time caught me off guard.
"You belong to me now bitch! You're all mine, so do what you are fucking told!" he raged. I shivered again. He reached his hand out again and gripped my left boob. I fought the urge to gag and he squeezed it and ran his finger over the nipple.
I shivered in disgust and goosebumps raised up all over my body. Unfortunately, my nipples also became erect in the process and he took it the wrong way.
"Look who's enjoying this. You are a little slut aren't you?!" my eyes stung with unshed tears. Don't let them fall Tess, don't let them see how weak you are. Be strong Tess.
He sneered at me and I felt sick all over as he brought his head down to my nipple and flicked it with his tongue. I couldn't hide the look of disgust on my face.
One hand slid down my flat stomach, traveling lower until it reached the apex of my thighs. He started massaging my pussy, flicking my clit, and I couldn't help it. The tears came running down my face.
I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this.
He bit my nipple hard and I sobbed louder. He looked up at my puffy eyes and laughed. "Are you ready, flower, to lose your innocence?" he asked sarcastically.
I knew it was a rhetorical question but I shook my head anyway. I certainly was not ready for this at all. He just laughed again before getting off me and undressing himself.
He took his shirt off first, then his pants.
Holy fuck! He is going to rip me in two with that thing! I thought Alec was big, but I had had nothing to compare him with. This monster, Southwood, was fucking enormous! And I did not want him anywhere near me. What if I die because I get split in two?
I mentally giggled at two halves of me running around. Oh fuck, I'm getting hysterical.
He got back on top of me and rubbed his cock against my entrance. I closed my eyes terrified. All I could think about was that it was Alecs fault. He is the reason that I'm here, in this situation. He is the one that kidnapped me, the one that brought me to this hell.
He is the reason why I am about to lose my innocence.
I opened my eyes and stared at Alec, with all of the accusation that I had in me, as Southwood plunged his cock deep inside me.
Alec's Point Of View
I was torn from her.
Hands gripped me, pulling me away. I struggled, fighting to get back to the bed where Tessa frantically looked around. One of the men whispered into my ear. "Alec, calm down. It's no use. It's over." I looked up at my friend Stefan and nodded, admitting defeat.
The boss chuckled loudly. I wanted to hit him, but it would be all for nothing. His voice echoed around the room, "Flower, this is Mr Southwood. He is buying you, depending on what happens now. Thankyou, Blackshaw, for preparing her. Now watch as Mr Southwood deflowers her."
Deflowers her? I prepared her? I struggled again as realization hit me. She was never mine. She never would be mine. That monstrosity that took my family, played me. Again.
Stefan warned me again of the consequences if I interfered. My family.
I can't explain it, but I wanted to risk it all to save her. To be with her. To be her first.
My family should have been the first thing on my mind. After all, they were the reason that an had stayed my boss for so long. They were the reason why I had done so many horrible, terrible things. So that they could live.
And now I wanted to throw it away for some girl. A girl that I had known for a day. A girl that should have been as insignificant as the last.
But this wasn't any girl. This was Tessa. The most beautiful girl in the world. Well, that's what it felt like to me.
Tessa, who had boldly stripped in front of me when I was afraid that she would run away. Tessa, who had made jokes even after I I wheeled her away from the safety of her home. Tessa, that had cared for me after I had jumped in front of my bosses boot.
And the very same Tessa that was being molested in front of me.
His hand reached for her boob and she smacked it away. I felt a sense of pride in her, until my worry raced in after seeing his expression.
"You belong to me now bitch! You're all mine, so do what you are fucking told!" he screamed. I fought the urge to rush to her side, throw him off and beat his face to a pulp. Only because I knew that I would be fired, and my family killed, and the outcome would still be the same, except that she wouldn't have someone to comfort her in the end.
If I couldn't save her now, I at least wanted to be there for her later, if she needed me.
His hand squeezed her breast and a low growl ripped from my throat. I was supposed to be touching that boob, not his fat, grubby fingers. I mentally snickered at her mask of repulsion and the evident gagging that she was trying to hold back.
Tessa shuddered and goosebumps rose all over her body. Apparently the idiot took it as sign of enjoyment because he said, "Look who's enjoying this. You are a little slut aren't you?!"
She was making terrified whimpers and I could see the tears that she was trying to hold back. I wanted to rip his smirk off his face. Who the fuck gave him the right to call my Tess a slut?
But I was played. She was never mine in the first place.
He brought his head lower to her nipple and licked it with his tongue. His other hand went to her pussy and started massaging. My hands were balled into fists and I couldn't control it. He was touching her when he shouldn't be. I should be. I wanted him dead.
I lunged forward, wanting to attack him. How dare he touch her like that? No one should be allowed to do that except me!
The hands grabbed me again, and I growled at Stefan and the face that the other set of hands belonged to. I tried desperately, to pull free as tears rolled down her face, and quickly turned into sobs. I can't stand seeing her like this. I don't even know why I care so much!
Suddenly Southwood laughed. He laughed at my struggling beauty. "Are you ready, flower, to lose your innocence?" she shook her head, and I shook mine with her. He laughed once more before getting off the bed.
I assumed he was undressing but I couldn't take my eyes off Tessa. She was so beautiful, so young, so terrified.
She shouldn't be in this position. And it was my fault, I knew that. I don't like bringing the girls to my boss but there wasn't much I could do. He blackmails me. And I can't say no because it's my family on the line.
But out of the countless girls I've brought, Tessa, has been the only one that I cared for. And I don't even know why. What makes her so special?!
Her eyes widened in shock and fear, as Southwood mounted her again. She closed her eyes, turned her head towards my direction, and looked at me.
Her eyes were full of betrayal and accusation, as he shoved his cock into her and her scream ripped though out the room.
I fell to my knees, sobbing.
I couldn't watch this. I buried my face in my hands.
The image of the accusation in her eyes, and the pain, was burnt behind me eyelids. No matter how much I covered my eyes though, I couldn't block out her cries and screams of agony.
At one point she screamed out my name. She asked me to help her, but I couldn't move. Stefan still had a grip on my arm so I curled into the fetal position and cried.
I actually cried. I whimpered when she called out my name again over the grunts coming from Southwood on top of her.
Finally, he stopped.
Southwood stood, walked over to my boss, and smiled. "I'll take her. Have her ready in exactly a week, and I want a servant too."
"That can certainly be arranged, Mr Southwood. Blackshaw, get her back to her room."
They all exited the room, Stefan gave me one last apologetic glance before leaving too.
Slowly, I got up from the floor and rushed to her side. She was on her back, still and pale on the bed. Her eyes were closed and quiet sobs erupted from her mouth every few seconds. Blood covered the bottom half of the bed.
Looking at her, the sobs came again. I crawled into the bed next to her and buried my face into her shoulder, while the sobs wracked both of our bodies.
I hugged her close, never wanting to let her go. She was my life source and I wanted to be hers. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." Those words kept pouring out of my mouth, over and over again.
I kissed her checks, her nose, her forehead, her chin, and her closed eyelids that haven't opened since I lay down next to her.
Finally, her lips opened.
"Get off me." her words were shaky.
"What?" I was so confused. Here I am, trying to comfort her, and she doesn't want me? "Get the fuck off me, you bastard! I never want to see you again!" she screamed and opened her eyes, which were full of hate and disgust.
A/N: okays, so I did this whole chapter on my IPad, so that's why there is no italics or bold or whatever else I added in that didn't show up. Tell me what you think about the different POV's. I wasn't sure about it, but I did it so, you know? Anyways, enjoy! Sorry it took so long to upload.. Xx