Page 60 of A Love Like Venom

I begin to buck my hips to get him away from me. He only sees that as a challenge.

Pressing his groin against mine I can feel his erection hard and heavy.

The vomit is getting harder to swallow down. I blink back the tears that threaten to fall.

His fingers pull against my bra strap until one of them breaks. The poor strap is hanging on by a single thread by the time he is done with it. Pushing the cup down he palms my bare breast. The rough pad of his fingers grating my skin. I immediately want to wash my skin raw.

When he's done pawing at my breast his hand travels down my stomach. Then it stops when he lands at the waistband of my shorts.

"I swear to god if you-" I begin to threaten him, but he interrupts me.

"If I what? Do this?" He then proceeds to flick the button of my shorts and pull down the zipper. I try to buck him away, but his grip on my throat tightens. The more I fight back that much more breath I lose. Fighting back is only causing me to become weak.

His hand slips under my shorts and he cups me harshly. I suck in a painful breath as cries die in my throat. His fingers run up and down my slit that is covered by my underwear. "All of this will be mine, Alice. Are you getting it yet? Have you gotten the point?"

I nod my head in reply too afraid to speak. Truthfully, I don't know if I can. My throat is still in pain from when he attacked me last night. Now my throat is on fire.

"I can't hear you. Have you gotten the point my sweet Alice?" His finger pushes past my underwear and he inserts it inside me. My walls immediately clench trying to push him back out. My body seizes from the forceful intrusion.

His breathing only gets heavier as his erection grows harder.

I'm going to get sick.

I open my mouth, but my lips are dry. My voice is cracked and broken as I reply, "I understand."

He removes his finger from inside me but then places a soft kiss on my open lips. "You're worthless without me, Alice. Remember that."

Then he finally lets me go.

I crumble to the floor, my head falling heavy in my hands. Sucking in painful breaths I try to keep my composure. I try my damnedest not to fall apart.

But it's hard. It's so fucking hard.

Why does life continue to keep knocking me down?

In the vague distance I hear footsteps but I'm just too weak to move. Too defeated to think. Too mentally exhausted to give a damn.

What more could life throw at me?

"Alice! Alice, are you okay? What happened?" Gracie Mae rushes to my side but stops short when she notices my appearance.

My clothes are torn with violent force. The once V-neck black shirt is ripped straight down the middle leaving a jagged line. Underneath on full display is my destroyed black bra. One of the straps is hanging on by the old worn thread. The leather shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped. And my fishnet tights have gaping holes in them.

That's only my attire.

Never mind my bruised lips from his pained kiss. The heavy ache in my jaw from his strong grip. Or the feel of his rough and grimy fingertips touching my skin.

Filthy. Dirty. Used.

It brings me back to when I was seventeen.

The need to scrub my skin raw is all consuming.

Even then I'm afraid I'll never be clean.

A horrifying gasp leaves her lips before she can prevent it.

Her eyes begin to mist over as she walks towards me with hesitant steps. She's measuring me like a wounded animal, afraid I might bite if anyone gets too close.

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