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Adult +
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15
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Thirteen
It happened again today. Again. Now that’s twice since Dana, the first time since he turned. The first time since he knew.
He was violent.
He came to me at night, while everyone was asleep. He said he wanted to talk to me, so I let him in, and we went down to the basement. How foolish could I have been.
As soon as we got down there, he threw me to the ground.
"SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SEDUCE ANYONE YOU PLEASE?! YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME AWAY FROM THE WOMAN I LOVE, JUST TO USE ME FOR SEX WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT?! YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS?!"
He was yelling, and I was afraid. I knew that down here no one would hear me if I screamed; the disadvantage of a large house.
There was no one to year you scream.
No one.
He kicked me in the side, hard enough to leave a bruise that will last a good few days. He didn't even kick just once, he did it again, and again, and again. Then he dropped down to the ground, slapping me across the face as I started to silently cry.
Then he did it.
He ripped off my clothes and raped me. Right there in my own house. Hard, painful, uncaring. Hateful. This wasn't play anymore. I don't know how long it lasted, I couldn't think. I locked myself out of my own mind. It hurt too much to think about it.
But I understood what he needed. This was just how he vented. As brutal as it was, he didn't mean most of it. This was just the only way he could get things out… and when he did, usually he said more than he meant, exaggerating to an extreme. Later he would listen when I would tell him about how my kind normally are.
But for now, pain.
When he was finished, he fell to the ground, crying. I wasn't sure if it was for hate of me or hate of himself for giving in to his anger.
I held him, and said everything would be ok. It would all work out eventually….
He was violent.
He came to me at night, while everyone was asleep. He said he wanted to talk to me, so I let him in, and we went down to the basement. How foolish could I have been.
As soon as we got down there, he threw me to the ground.
"SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SEDUCE ANYONE YOU PLEASE?! YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME AWAY FROM THE WOMAN I LOVE, JUST TO USE ME FOR SEX WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT?! YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS?!"
He was yelling, and I was afraid. I knew that down here no one would hear me if I screamed; the disadvantage of a large house.
There was no one to year you scream.
No one.
He kicked me in the side, hard enough to leave a bruise that will last a good few days. He didn't even kick just once, he did it again, and again, and again. Then he dropped down to the ground, slapping me across the face as I started to silently cry.
Then he did it.
He ripped off my clothes and raped me. Right there in my own house. Hard, painful, uncaring. Hateful. This wasn't play anymore. I don't know how long it lasted, I couldn't think. I locked myself out of my own mind. It hurt too much to think about it.
But I understood what he needed. This was just how he vented. As brutal as it was, he didn't mean most of it. This was just the only way he could get things out… and when he did, usually he said more than he meant, exaggerating to an extreme. Later he would listen when I would tell him about how my kind normally are.
But for now, pain.
When he was finished, he fell to the ground, crying. I wasn't sure if it was for hate of me or hate of himself for giving in to his anger.
I held him, and said everything would be ok. It would all work out eventually….