Page 4 of The Pretty Psycho

His hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing, cutting off my oxygen intake, until my lips parted, gasping for air, begging without words to let me go.

"You're mine, Vega. Mine!" His fingers kept tightening and tightening while tears cascaded down my cheeks, but he wasn't budging. "Tell me you're mine!"

"Y-You're k-killing me," I gasped out, pulling at the chains holding me in place. "Tyler… P-Please."

"No!" he screamed, pushing me down on the ground, and I knew this was it. This was the end.

I always thought I would die somewhere on the field, with a knife or a bullet in the center of my chest, but I never thoughtthat the person I considered a part of my little family would be the one to kill me. I never thought he would be the one to end my life.

Tyler's legs moved to the sides of my hips, and while his hands stayed around my throat, it wasn't until he sat down on me that he tightened those fingers again, summoning black spots in the periphery of my vision as my consciousness started slipping away.

"You're mine. Only mine. My Vega. Mine!"

His face came close to mine, his lips hovering over my lips, and I dreaded this more than the death that was inevitable.

I was frozen, paralyzed, not because he was killing me, but because I could feel it, his hardness, his dick digging into my stomach as he ground on top of me, rubbing himself over me. Shivers racked over my body as I laid there, unable to do anything.

Unable to push him away, to defend myself. If he wanted to he could… Oh my God. He could rape me.

The thought itself awakened something deep inside of me. Something primal. Something I hadn’t felt since the night my mother was sent to prison when I ran down the street, running away from the monster trying to take me away.

"No!" I bellowed, thrashing and turning, trying to push him off of me, but with my arms above my head, chained and immobile, there was not much I could do.

Tyler grinned, the row of perfect teeth mocking me for not seeing the monster hiding behind his polite smiles when we were younger. I’d spent years mourning a man that was exactly the kind of man I vowed to destroy. He was the kind of monster I chased through the night, cleansing this world from their filth. How could I have been so blind?

But I could understand being blinded by Tyler’s lies when I was younger, but I couldn’t understand how I became socomplacent right now. I was so cocky, so sure of myself when I got out of my room during that fire, that I never even thought of bringing something to defend myself. I never even thought of checking the area to see if anyone else was around.

I let him capture me. I let him do all of these things to me.

Death was better than the knowledge that he wanted to rape me, that he wanted to take the one thing from me I never wanted to give him.

"That's it, Vega. Fight me. God, I love it when you fight. I love it when you make it interesting."

His hands wrapped around my wrists, keeping me immobile once again. His knees tightened around my hips as he leaned over me, dragging his hard dick over my stomach, lifting my shirt in the process.

"I've waited years for this. I've waited so long to make you mine, to make you see me. To claim you and show you that I was the one for you. It's okay," he murmured, his hot breath washing over my face. "I can forgive you for fucking Adrian. I can forgive you for being with our enemy, because you're mine. You're all mine, Vega. I forgive you, darling. I forgive you."

He released my hands suddenly, but my relief was short-lived when he pushed himself down, only to see his knife glinting underneath the sunlight pushing through the cave, lowering down toward my pajamas. "No, no, no," I breathed out, chanting, begging, because if he did this, I knew that there would be no return.

The sound of fabric ripping echoed in my ears, mixing with the loud sound of my heart thundering, threatening to erupt from my chest.

This wasn't happening.

This couldn't happen to me.

Not like this.

God, not like this.

"Please, don't. Please, Tyler!" I wasn't above begging. I wasn't above pleading, because doing this was far worse than killing me. Doing this was taking the pieces of me I wasn't ready to give, not to him. "Please, don't do this."

"Shhhhh," he murmured, "I got you." He tore the destroyed fabric away from my body, while my eyes latched on to him, trying to get myself out of this situation.

"Don't do this, Tyler. I'm begging you, don't fucking do this. Please, please… No!" He cut through my underwear, ignoring my pleas, ignoring every single word from my mouth.

Cold air hit my skin, making me shiver both from fear and the weather, but he didn't care.

Tyler didn't care about the things I wanted. He spread my legs, staring at my core with a look of fascination on his face. "You're so perfect, Vega. So perfect."

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