“But I won’t hurt you, my dear Anmara," he says in a diabolical voice, which is giving me chills right down my spine. “I’ll only play with you,” he grins, making my eyes go wide.
I want to disappear under the chair so he won’t be able to reach me.
“You’ll be allmine.”
I scream the moment he takes a step towards me and rips my top, only leaving me in my red lace bra.
Shit, I chose the worst day to be sexy underneath.
“Mmm, but what do we have here?” he licks his lips while he’s staring at my boobs, only covered by the thin material. “I will mark you down as no one has ever done before, and you’ll scream my name to let them all know you’re mine!”
Before I can process what is going on, he gets a switchblade from his back pocket. He rapidly opens it and brings it closer to my left cheek. My eyes go wide, and I begin to shiver, looking at the sharp blade of the pocket knife.
“P-please…”
I try giving him a piece of my state of mind by watching him directly in the eyes, but I see something in them that truly scared me. They are empty inside. Paul is no longer present. It is just a version that looks like him, but he isn’t the same as before.
I sob when his blade slowly presses on my cheek. He retracts a bit, but only to go next to the eyebrow from above my fresh cut.
His satisfied smile widens as my tremor manages to make a small, slow, and chaotic cut over my eyebrow.
The penknife disappears from my face for a couple of moments, giving me a small break to breathe, only to wake up with him next to me while licking the drops of blood that ran down my face. The nausea from what he is doing to me is way worse than before, when I was only looking over some fucking stains. I'm barely restraining myself from puking or spitting all over his face. I’m scared that I could make things worse.
He closes his eyes, slowly licking his lips full of the blood he tasted.
I can’t abstain from screaming when he pulls my hair, throwing my head back. Suddenly, I hear a light sound, and I feel my hair released, only to see a red strand of hair in one of his hands. He brings it closer to his nose, inhaling its smell before putting it in the back pocket, along with the penknife.
I will get my revenge for my precious hair strand, but after I manage to escape this hellhole.
One of his hands goes to his belt and opens it rapidly, the other hand already being occupied with painfully crushing one of my breasts.
“P-please stop,” I cry. “Think of Bianca,” I say, and see a glimmer in his eyes, which disappears as quickly as it appears.
What the hell?
“Fuck Bianca, you are the one I want now!” Paul says and aggressively pushes four fingers inside me, making me grunt in pain.
He opens the zipper on his pants and moves his boxers aside, getting out his monstrosity that I didn’t plan to see at all.
“Scream for me, Anmara!”
I’m the daughter of the devil, so I bite my tongue until I can feel the metallic taste of blood. I don’t want to please him and scream because of the pain I am feeling. I don’t feel any pleasure from the way his rough fingers are going through my vagina at all. He growls when he sees me closing my eyes and not playing along with him.
“Wait until I really make you scream," he says and retracts his fingers, making me open my eyes because of the painful pressure.
I notice that he has a glove on his hand. The hell with that glove, it is more like sandpaper! I made the stupid decision to open my eyes because now I am watching him prepare his cock for entering me without any protection, making me cry harder.
“I know you like what you see. Wait until you’ll sing for me when you’ll feel me inside you," he says, and right when he was about to enter my already tormented vagina, the door forcefully opens and slams over the wall.
Because of the horrible pain inside me, I can only see a shadow taking Paul and throwing him over the wall on my right in the beginning.
I scream and close my eyes, not wanting to watch another meathead who wants toplaywith me. A known growl makes me open them back only to see an angry Lucas cutting the ropes that held my legs captive. All without looking at me or at the blood that slowly drips from inside of me. It’s clearly a sign that he did some pretty serious damage there, and I’ll need a couple of days with hot baths and soothing ointments for it to recover.
He goes behind me and manages to release me, all while keeping an eye on Paul. He lifts me like a bride and hugs me tight. I wince because of the burning sensation from down there when he moves my body. The innocent cuts on my face didn’t even compare to the disaster from the inside.
“I’m so, so sorry, Anmara. It’s my fault. Everything that’s happening is my fault,” I hear him say in a harsh tone.
I immediately hear a thud and see Blake appear in the door frame, looking even worse than before, both of his eyes veined with crimson threads and an unspeakable rage, especially after looking in Paul’s direction.
