Page 9 of Sniper

If I had my way, I would have killed myself months ago when this all started, but I couldn’t. I can’t.

It’s been a year since he first raped me, a year since he dragged me out of my father’s home, tied up and gagged, and brought me here to his apartment two towns over. I haven’t had any contact with my father or any of the other brothers since he took me, and honestly, I don’t think I would want to.

They allowed this devil into their brotherhood, around their women….

What if this is what they all do?

What if they hurt people behind the town's back?

Axe grunts, his hips going faster as he pushes his hand between my body and the floor, pinching my nipple hard, and bile rises as my insides feel like they’re being ripped a part.

Every time he’s raped me, I’ve vomited. I try to hold it in until he’s gone because every time I’ve vomited in front of him, he’s punished me by starving me and taking away all of my clothes.

I’ve tried to stop it, to train myself like I did with the pain, but my body is trying to expel him.

“Fuck, my darling, you need to come for me; I’m about to blow, and hopefully, this time, I hit my mark. I fucking want you pregnant always,” he growls breathlessly.

I won’t come, I never do, just like he won’t knock me up, not again….

After my last hospital check-up, I ensured I got the injection and the IUD. I’m double protected; I made sure of it; he’s just unaware, and that’s how it will stay.

I just got lucky when his phone rang during the consultation with the nurse.

Axe moans as he thrusts forward and swivels his hips. I zone out like I normally do, ignoring his grunts and groans, trying to find my happy place, a place I’ve lost over the past year. He goes still, his fingers pinching my nipple again, hoping I’ll come, but all that happens is bile rises, the urge to puke hitting me hard.

I keep it down as Acid and Piston come to mind.

Do they know about this?

Are they helping him?

If you’d asked me this time last year, if they knew what their cousin was doing to me, I would have denied it until I was blue in the face. But now, after a year of Axe expressing how happy they are not to have a burden around anymore, how they are moving on with their lives….

Tears build. I thought they were like brothers and loved me like a sister.

Was I wrong?

Was it all a lie?

God, I hate how he’s messed with my head, how I allowed him to.

I don’t know truth from lies anymore….

Pain vibrates between my legs, and my stomach hurts, but I try to ignore it as the feeling of filth rushes over me. My skin feels itchy and dirty….

I blink, fighting back my tears as his hips go out of rhythm, thrusting harder, and he groans as he stills, pushing right into me, and rasps in frustration, “Fuck’s sake, Aurora! You need to allow your fucking body to experience the pleasure.” Anger laces his voice as he pinches my nipple hard in punishment, pulling the tender tissue. I ignore his words like always as he pulls out of me and grunts. “You’re on your fucking period, great.”

I internally cringe. Last month, he punched me in the face when he saw the blood, then used me anally, tearing me in the process.

My heart races, hating he’ll still take me, even when it’s my time of the month. And the urge to vomit hits me again. Tears sting my eyes, but I will them away as Axe climbs off me and smacks my ass hard. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, hoping he doesn’t hurt me more.

His phone makes a noise, and hope builds, and he growls, “Next cycle, I’ll fuck you five times a day instead of the three times we’ve been doing. I want you pregnant.” I hear him pull up his zipper. “I’ve got club business to deal with. I should be back by ten, make sure you’re ready, Aurora. I want your ass tonight, and if you fight me again like just now, I’ll fucking tie you to the bed for three days. Gagged.”

With that said, he turns and leaves the room, and all I can think is how much I hate my life.

He takes me every day. I fight and refuse to give up, but each time, I get punished.

I don’t move as I hear him bang around the living room; my aching, bruised body stays still. I hear the apartment door open and shut, locking behind him, and still, I don’t move, even when I hear his bike roar off in the distance. My mind is screaming for me to scrub myself clean…but my body, it can’t move.

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