Page 5 of The Pretty Psycho

"Tyler, please. Don't." I started closing my legs, but it was useless. His grip was too strong, his determination giving him the strength I couldn't have, not in this position. "Don't do this to me."

"It's gonna be okay, Vega. It's gonna be absolutely perfect. You and me, finally together."

"I don't want this. Please. I don't fucking want this!" No matter how much I pleaded, how much I begged for mercy, he wasn't budging.

Panic gripped me in its dark, violent talons, making it impossible to breathe. He pushed my legs apart, positioning himself between them.

I couldn't watch this. I didn't want to. I didn't fucking want to be here, seeing this happen.

My eyes shuttered closed, while his heavy breathing kept my consciousness in this cold cave, with him.

"Perfectly made for me." His words registered in the faraway part of my mind, because the images behind my closed eyes weren't of Tyler.

They were of Adrian. Of his hands as he caressed me, as he made me fall for a lie, but that lie was better than the truth I was facing right now.

Tyler's hands dragged over the inside of my thighs, reaching my center, but as soon as those sensations registered in my mind, I started pushing them away, focusing on the memories I had.

The first time I saw Adrian on that train.

The first time I realized who he truly was in The Pit.

The sound of a belt buckle falling down on the ground rang around me, followed by the shuffling of clothes, but I ignored it, just how I ignored the sickening sound of Tyler's voice.

"My perfect little Vega."

I was going to be sick.

My fists tightened, focusing on the pain in my hand instead of the sensations on my skin. His hands dragged over my stomach, up toward my chest, and I have never felt more helpless in my entire life.

Tyler dragged his cock through my folds, grunting, spewing bullshit as my stomach protested and as another part of my soul died.

Piece by piece, my soul was crumbling throughout the years, dying with each new kill, each new devastation, but nothing compared to this. He took that last piece, that last bright area inside of me, and crushed it in his bare hands. And as his cock pushed inside of me, as the searing pain racked through my body, I remembered the dark eyes I loved even when I wanted to hate him.

I remembered the peace and the quiet in that little cabin before everything went to shit. I remembered his arms aroundmy body, holding me tight as Adrian spoke of his brother, of his family, of all the things that haunted his dreams. I held on to the past because the present made me want to die.

Shivers broke all over my skin as Tyler increased his pace, destroying me from the inside out, while his hands held on to my shoulders, keeping me down. But I wasn't fighting anymore.

I wasn't even trying to.

He took and took and fucking took, just like all the others before him.

He took everything from me, and as my eyes flew open, seeing his face washed in ecstasy, telling me how much he loved me while he destroyed me, I vowed to myself, to him, to the universe, that no man would ever have any control over me.

I vowed to those that came before me. To the men and women that ended up in this same situation, I would cleanse the world of scum like Tyler. Or I would die trying.

"You feel so good around me, Vega," he moaned, increasing his pace. The armor around my heart hardened, turning into stone, and as his mouth opened and his eyes closed, his dick twitched inside of me, spilling his filthiness and coating my walls with his seed.

Tyler was going to die, and I would be the one to kill him.

3

ADRIAN

Three days.

Seventy-two hours.

Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes.

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