Page 125 of Slaughter

He takes his now free hand, grips her hair, and shoves her face first into the pillow. She struggles, but it doesn’t do her any good. He fucks her. His hips pound into her as though he hates her. Every now and then, he picks up her head to allow her a breath before he buries it back into the pillow. Suffocating her once again.

“You fucking whore, you belong to me. Just like the rest of them!” he grinds out. “You walk around flaunting your body in a bikini, teasing everyone because that’s what you are. A cock tease.”

He lifts her head up, and I hear her intake of breath before he shoves her face back down. He slows down his pace. “Feel my cock, Presleigh. See how hard you’ve made me? That’s all you, baby. You’ve done this to me over and over for too long now.”

Her head shakes in his grip, her arms trying to fight him to no avail. “You like it, don’t you? The way I fuck you. Like a man. Like you should be treated.” He pulls out and slams into her; her leg comes up and kicks him in the arm, and he spreads his legs wider, making it harder for her to fight. “You’re stronger than I thought,” he muses and chuckles. “But not strong enough.”

He lifts her head back, and she cries out as she sucks in a breath. He holds it in place while she sobs, and he leans over to whisper in her ear. “You think I haven’t seen you and Avery fucking? I have, and it pisses me off. No one’s dick should be in this cunt but mine.” She tries to pull her head away from his grasp, but he holds her tightly. He pulls his hips back and then slams into her while she sobs. His tongue comes out and licks the tears off her face. “Stop crying. You know you like it because you are a whore. My little whore.”

He pushes into her one last time, then grunts as he comes before crawling off her. He grabs her arm and pulls her onto her back, and she sobs, closing her legs tightly. Her hands hiding her face while her entire body shakes uncontrollably.

He strokes his now soft cock. “Now I understand why he wants to keep you. Why he won’t give you up.” A new sob wracks her body. “But he won’t after I’m done with you, Presleigh. Not anymore. No man will ever want you.”

He grabs the flashlight off the nightstand and moves back between her legs. She reaches up to fight him off, and he places his right hand over her mouth while he clamps his fingers over her nose. She bucks. She tries to kick. Her nails scratch his face, and he lets go of her long enough to slap her. When that doesn’t stop her, he punches her. Her hands fall to her sides, and her body stops moving. He sits there between her parted legs, gently running his fingers over her pussy. Just watching her. Bruises already begin to form on her face. As soon as she starts to stir, he takes the flashlight and pushes it into her, and she screams. She tries to crawl away from him, but her head is at the headboard, so there’s nowhere for her to go. He places his hand back over her mouth and nose while he fucks her with the flashlight just as he did with his cock. Over and over. Her face turns red from lack of oxygen. You can hear her muffled screams behind his hand and see the tears run down her face. Then there’s blood. A lot of it. It covers her thighs, his stomach, and the bed. He finally stops and moves away from her. He looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face.

He grabs her by the hair and yanks her off the bed and onto the floor. And then proceeds to take her to the shower.

The camera moves into the room, then the bathroom. She sobs over and over while he washes her. Then he shoves her out of it. She falls to the tiled floor, soaking wet. Her legs unable to hold herself up.

I pause it.

I turn my back to the TV, my chest rising and falling fast with every breath. My body physically shaking.

My eyes sting with tears. I’ve never cried. Not when my mother left us and not when I thought Bunny left me. The only emotion I ever show is rage.

I fist my hands down by my side when the first tear falls. I reach over, grab the glass coffee table, and throw it up against the wall. It shatters to a million fucking pieces, and I scream.

I fall to my knees in the middle of my study, glass crunching under my knees, and bend over. My hands grip my hair, and I welcome the sting to my scalp. Needing the pain. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” I say to no one. “So Goddamn sorry.” My hands fall to my legs as I let out a pained breath.

“Avery …” I hear my brother. I had forgotten he and Kayn were in here with me. His eyes look devoid of any emotion, but his fists are clenched. His jaw tightens as he looks up at the paused scene on the TV. “You don’t need to see this.”

“Shut the fuck up or get out!” I bark.

He bows his head and runs a hand through his hair, showing me his unease, but he shuts up.

I let out a long sigh and climb to my feet. Not even bothering to wipe my face free of tears, I turn around, square my shoulders, and push play.

He grabs her by the chin, pulling her to a sitting position on the tile floor. “You will abort this baby.”

“Nnnoooo.” She sobs.

He slaps her. “You will do as I say.”

She wraps her arms around her stomach, shaking her head quickly, and blood starts to cover the floor between her legs once again.

“He doesn’t want you or this fucking baby!” he shouts. “You’re just some young teenage whore trying to trap my son!”

“It was a surprise,” she cries.

“Bullshit!” He grips her hair and yanks her head back. “You shouldn’t have been having sex with him to begin with! You belong to me!”

“I … love … him …” She sobs as the tears continue to roll down her face.

“Well, he doesn’t love you or that baby,” he growls. “Abort this baby!”

“I won’t…”

He kicks her. Knocking her to her stomach on the floor in the bathroom. “Then I’ll take care of it for you.”

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