I didn’t have to be stronger than him to overpower him, I just had to be smarter.
I felt him grunt, his hard cock sliding just past my entrance.
My eyes flashed open as he shoved in, an unimaginable pain exploding through me, causing me to cry out, my body tensing.
His eyes found mine, something like sick pride shining in their depths. “You’re so fucking tight. Lillian said you loved to be raped, let’s see how true it is.” He pulled out and slammed back into me, the pain ripping through me.
I felt something inside of me snap and everything went black.
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Arms wrapped around me tightly, a roar ripping from my soul as they lifted me in the air and slammed me into the bed.
I bounced, my hands shaking, my body covered in something red and sticky.
I scrambled up to a stand, balancing on my blood splattered bed, my shackle digging into my skin, Phil standing feet away, his eyes wide in horror.
“What the fuck did you do, Olivia?” he breathed out, looking me over for the first time since I arrived.
I was panting, my chest heaving, one hand gripped around something soft, the taste of copper coating my mouth. I blinked a few times, shaking my head, unable to process what was happening.
“Olivia, you have to tell me what happened.What happened?”
I blinked a few more times, my head spinning as I tried to shake the black fog away. Fuck, I was exhausted. Why was I so exhausted?
I placed my hand against my head and finally looked around, taking in the room. There was blood everywhere.Everywhere. Coating the walls, soaking the floor. The puddles of water were now puddles of blood, and…
I slowed, taking in the things scattered around the room. Where those…were those body parts?
My hand tightened around the thing I was holding, and I finally lifted it, only for my eyes to widen. I immediately tossed the penis away, my eyes widening as I took in the blood all over me. I was drenched in it. Like I had jumped into a pool of it. What thefuck?
What the fuck!
My eyes shot to his in question. “He raped me,” I told him, my voice thick and hoarse from not using it for so long. “I didn’t have a choice.”
Phil looked around the room slowly before turning back to me. “Do you have a weapon?”
I shook my head, lowering myself to the bed. “No. I swear to God.”
His worry only grew. “That’s worse.” He glanced towards the door and back. “You’ll be punished for this. Severely. You need to prepare yourself for that. “You have to prepare.”
I swallowed, the taste of blood making my stomach turn. “He raped me,” I said again, trying to make him see it. Trying to make him understand. I didn’t have a choice.
“I’m sorry, but that doesn’t matter.” Phill straightened, his shoulders falling, such pain in his eyes. “I have to let them know what happened.”
I watched after him, dread filling me as he shut the door behind him. I looked around the room before looking down.There was so much blood. How had I managed it? How had I done this?
I glanced to my blood covered hand, studying it for a long time before I finally slid it down between my legs and up inside of me. I swirled them around a few times before pulling them out and smearing my fingers together.
No semen.
My hand dropped to my side, and I straightened, a cool, twisted calm falling over me. He hadn’t cum inside of me. I had fought him off before then.
Me.
Some nobody, untrained, civilian blip.
Maybe I didn’t remember it, but I had still done it.
