"You needspace? From fuckin'me?!" he roars, and crushes his mouth into mine.
I turn my face away. "No, Rob! Please stop!"
"Stop what? Doin' what you want? My girl likes it rough, remember?" He grabs my ass with one hand and pinches with enough force to mark me. His other hand pushes under my top and does the same to my nipple, his mouth moving over my skin all the while, sucking and biting too damn hard!
I cry out again in pain, using the limited mobility of my arms to try and shove him off. I bang my fists into his chest, but I can't get momentum, and no matter how I try to hit him, there's no power to my punches.
"Please, no!Robin! Don't do this! Not here!" I plead though desperate sobs.
My tears nearly blind me and vaguely I remember he likes it when I fight back, but I can't stop, I'm too scared. This isn't his usual foreplay. He's hurting me on purpose, not just to get me to comply. He fists his fingers in my hair at my nape, and twists brutally, jerking my head back to meet his gaze through the watery fog of my tears.
Heglowersat me with such contempt that I wonder why he wants to be with me at all.This isn't love.
"You needspace? You needtime? From fuckin'me?!" he snarls. "You are fuckin'mine! Do you understand me? You stupid bitch!" He hitches my shirt up, exposing my bra, and yanks the cups down. He bites my breast, and I let out a agonized scream. But Robin shoves his forearm over of my mouth to muffle my cries.
This isn't happening!
Thiscan'tbe happening! I thought it was bad before. I hated it. Hated being overpowered - forced. Having him invade my body without my consent.
But this... this is something different. Robin is making a point. A claim. He will never let me go. I am his to do with as he wants, whatever he wants, and right now, he wants to hurt me.
He starts pawing under my skirt, but thanks to my cheerleading uniform, my panties are covered by my spankies. He rips roughly at them, scratching my skin in the process, but they're not as flimsy as underwear, and he can't just tear them off.
The sound of my muffled sobs fills the locker room, but we are utterly alone, and I know no one will come to my rescue. Robin curses viciously as he tries to drag my spankies down my thighs, but I twist and squirm to hinder his movements. He growls and removes his forearm from my face to dig in his pocket for something, and I take advantage of the access to my own voice while I can.
"Please, Robin. Please stop. I'm sorry. I'll come with you. Please! You're hurting me!"
"Too. Fuckin'. Late," he grates through clenched teeth as he pulls his hand out of his pocket along with his house keys.
He shoves them up my skirt and pulls my spankies and panties away from my hip, but not far enough. He roughly saws the key through my clothing, vertically cutting the flesh beside my right hip bone as he goes.
I scream and wail as the metal stabs and tears through my skin in the most excruciating way, Robin continuing without hesitation, either not noticing or not caring that he's cutting me in the process. When the gash reaches the top of my thigh, I know he's cut through top to bottom.
Irritated by my incessant pleas, screams, and sobs, Robin presses his enormous hand over my face, covering my entire nose and mouth, and suddenly I can barely breathe. My spankies and panties catch on my left thigh since he's only cut away on one side, but he doesn't care. He quickly undoes his belt and fly with one hand, and pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs. Then, with that same arm, he lifts me from the ground and slams inside me.
The force smashes my back into the wall once again, and I cry out in agony, but Robin increases the pressure of his hand, cutting off my air in earnest. My eyes go wide in panic.
Robin hammers with merciless brutality, in and out, again and again, glaring into my eyes all the while. His are filled with anger and hatred, but mine can only beg - for mercy, for air.
Somehow he gets the message. He doesn't stop fucking me. Not for a second. But he removes his hand and I gasp in precious oxygen.
"Who the fuck do you belong to, Rory?!" he growls.
"You!" I sob.
His eyes flash with victory, possession. He is in utter control of me. I am completely in his hands, and he's reveling in it.
Robin's hand moves slowly, completely out of synch with the rest of his body, which slams me unfailingly hard and fast into the tile wall. His hand lands on my neck, and something terrifying flashes in his eyes as his fingers close around my throat.
"Rob-"
He chokes off my desperate plea. I try to gasp for air, but he doesn't relent. My windpipe is completely closed and I am frozen in fear. I couldn't scream now if I wanted to, and Robin just continues on and on, his eyes never leaving my terrified ones as my lungs burn, and I start to grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
"You. Are. Mine!" he bellows, increasing the pace of his thrusts, if it's even possible.
Black spots dance behind my eyes and nausea consumes my gut. My eyelids droop, too heavy, and suddenly I can barely muster the strength to keep them open. My head pounds with throbbing pain, and I realize what's about to happen.
This is it.
