I was lying on my stomach on a bed with my hands tied behind my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t cry anymore. I don’t think I had any more tears left. My throat was sore from all the useless screaming I did. It was cold in this room. I heard a door open with a loud creak and I got scared and sunk back. The door closed loudly. I felt him sit down on the bed next to me. He smelled familiar. His cologne. It was Justin.
“Let me go, Justin!” I cried.
“I suggest you shut up. ” He said calmly. I cried into the sheets of the bed. I felt him remove my jeans with a fast move. They were now down to my ankles and he pulled them off after pulling off my shoes and socks.
“Please.” I whispered.
“I said shut up. You think you’re so innocent. I saw you talking with that guy earlier. Were you not planning on fucking him?” He asked.
“No! I wasn’t!” I cried.
“I don’t fucking believe you.” He put all his weight on me and once again I struggled to get out from under him.
I wanted to move my arms but they were still tied behind my back and his body was on them so it was uncomfortable and painful. I could feel his pants and boxers sliding down. I knew what was about to happen and it honestly scared me. I knew I was going to die here.
I suddenly felt something force it way inside me breaking my hymen. I cried out loudly and he covered my mouth with his hand as he thrusted deeper inside of me.
I felt as if I was going to faint from the intense pain I was feeling. He covered my nose and my mouth so I couldn’t breathe.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and I gasped as my head jerked back. “You have the tightest pussy I have ever felt.” He whispered in my ear. He kissed my jaw that was sore and pulled out a little.
He pushed in deeper and muffled my crying with his hand. My body was sore from him lying on it. I wanted to die. I didn’t want to be here.
He began thrusting faster and moaning in my ear. I didn’t want to feel this. At this point….I didn’t want to feel anything.
He pounded inside of me harder while constantly cutting off my air and while his nails dug into my skull. I suddenly felt something warm shoot inside of me. I knew what it was and I began crying again. I didn’t want to be pregnant. This shouldn’t be happening. I felt nothing but anger at this moment. He moved my hair to one side and kissed my neck. “I love you.” He whispered.
I leaned my head down and quickly jerked it up and hit his head with mine. He grunted in pain and I managed to get him off of me and I rolled over to the floor. I didn’t have time to think. He got up quickly and I tried my hardest to crawl away but Justin grabbed me by my hair and I cried out.
“You stupid fucking cunt. If you ever do that again, I’ll fuck you until you bleed.” He said menacingly.
“Am I clear?” He asked.
I didn’t answer.
“Am I fucking clear?” He asked stepping on my leg. I nodded as tears slipped out of my eyes. He got off of my leg and picked me up and put me back on the bed. He shut the lights off. I heard him open the door and then slammed it shut.
This could not have been happening. My heart was beating fast in fear. My breathing was fast and my crying was out of control. I wanted to go home. I wanted my family.