Page 9 of Demise

“Oh yeah,” Corwin moans. “Wiggle on me, Giselle.”

My eyes fly open to find Corwin grinding his semi-hard cock against my bare thigh.

“Stop it!” I snap, shoving my hands at his shoulder.

God, he’s an overweight piece of shit.

An evil smile transforms his face as he looks at me.

“Oh, you want to play? Let’s play.”

His hand lifts up, cupping my breast before he pinches my nipple hard. I scream out in pain, and he pinches even harder. I swear I’m about to bleed. My screams echo through the house, and Corwin groans in pleasure.

“Good girl. Scream for me like a little slut. I know you like it rough. I’ve watched you get fucked by them nice and hard. You want it hard? I’ll give it to you,” he says as he uses his other hand to slip between my thighs.

My legs thrash, and I power through the pain radiating across my body as I use everything at my disposal. I buck and smack and kick and bite, but he thinks it’s a game. He’s getting off on it.

“Oh God, you’re a wild one,” he says as he attempts to subdue me.

I get a punch in, straight to the nose that sends his pleasured smile fading, anger replacing it as he punches me back. I see stars, and I feel blood begin to drip down my face as his fists drive into the side of my head and my stomach. It’s nothing but hot flashes of pain over and over again.

I’m in a daze, trying to get my bearings, when I feel his fingers shove inside me. His nails are long and jagged, cutting into me as he painfully shoves his fingers in and out of me.

“STOP! NO!” I scream, picking up my efforts.

I feel tears pouring down my face as I fight against him. He shushes my screaming, flattening his tongue as he licks at the trail of tears down my face.

“Your tears taste so fucking good,” he moans. “Not as good as the rest of you, though,” he says, pulling his fingers from me, sucking on them as he moans.

I take the opportunity to knee him in the dick. He gasps in pain, rolling onto his back, and I tuck and roll, falling to my face as I land on the ground with a hard thud. The wind is knocked out of me as another sharp crack echoes inside my body. There goes another rib.

Army crawling the best I can without putting too much pressure on my stomach, I make my way around the front of the bed. The door is so close I can almost taste it, but a hand buries into my hair, yanking me backward.

“No, no, no!” I scream as my nails dig into the carpet, like that will be my saving grace. His arm wraps beneath my battered torso, forcing me onto my knees before I feel the head of his tiny cock line up against me.

His other hand is still in my hair before moving to my neck, forcing my face into the ground as he pushes his knees onto the back of my legs, effectively pinning me in place.

“Hold that cunt still,” he grits through clenched teeth.

Another tear rolls down my face, this one solidifying my fate. I close my eyes as I begin to visualize a place, any place. Somewhere that I can go disassociate until this nightmare is over. Or I’m dead. I’d prefer either at this point.

A thunderous boom rattles the walls of the room as I force my eyes to look towards the doorway.

Vincent.

His gaze takes in the room before him, fully assessing the situation before his eyes go pitch black. What a sight it is, I’m sure. Me, naked and pinned to the carpet, my professor turned stalker also naked, ready to destroy me the way only the most depraved human could.

“Vincent,” I whisper raggedly.

He doesn’t hear me, though, or he doesn’t react. Instead, he practically jumps across the room, tackling Corwin off me as he pins him to the ground and begins pummeling him into the ground.

In the next moment, Ronan and Wesley are rushing into the room, followed by Asher and then Liam hobbling as fast as he can with his boot.

“Baby!” Ronan yells as he drops to my side, eyes scanning over me as Wesley does the same on my other side. A wave of relief rushes over me when I look at them. If I wasn’t in such a state of shock, I could fucking cry.

Wesley’s dark blue eyes are filled with so much panic, so much pain it’s like I can feel it inside my chest.

“I’m so sorry, little one. I—”

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