Page 143 of The Sea Witch's Son

“Let me go.” Thrashing against his grip, I feel tears start to form, “You don’t want to do this.”

The sound of his zipper only makes it worse. I start sobbing in earnest, pushing back against his hold, trying to keep him from pushing up my skirt.

“P-Please. Let me go.”

My scream pierces the night sky the same time he pierces my body. I jerk against the car, trying to escape the violation, but he keeps going.

It’s the longest, slowest torture of my life. The cold press of the metal is digging into my forehead and tears are running down my cheeks. I haven’t stopped screaming, the excruciating pain nothing compared to the humiliation of being raped against the hood of my stepfather’s car.

God, I’m so fucking weak. Small and useless-

The pressure behind me disappears and I crumble to the pavement. I’m crying into the gravel, tasting the blood in my mouth and seeing it scattered along the ground.

Something soft and limp lands a few feet from my face. My vision is streaked with tears, blurry and barely visible as I squint at the piece of flesh near me.

It looks like a... oh, my God.

“M-Marlin?”

The man who violated me is screaming, writhing on the ground as chunks of his flesh are hacked from his body. Marlin is carving into him like a madman, sending blood and tissue flying everywhere.

I scramble back from the piece of flesh sitting on the pavement. The rapist’s dick is lying limp and bloody next to me,the weapon that was used to hurt me completely dismembered from his body.

“Marlin!”

Tears are still streaming down my cheeks when he turns towards me. Blood has stained and soaked his beautiful dress shirt, and the sight makes me cry harder.

The crazed look in his eyes dims as he closes the distance between us. I don’t realize I’m reaching for him until he scoops me up and presses me tight against his chest.

“I-I’m s-so sorry.”

“Shh, little saint.” Soft lips press against my forehead, “Not right now.”

“I-I didn’t mean to.” I’m sobbing, clutching his neck as he walks me around the car, “I-I didn’t think-

“I need you to stay right here, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

He deposits me in the backseat, leaving the smell of blood on my fingertips.

“W-Where are you going? Marlin!”

My feeble yell gets lost when he shuts the door. I pull on the handle, fruitlessly trying to open the door.

“Marlin!” Banging my palms against the glass, I try to capture his attention, “You can’t just lock me in here-

I scream when something wet hits the window. Blood splatters across the glass, the piece of human flesh speckled with dark strands of chest hair.

There’s so much blood. Leaking, running down the side of the car the same way it’s running down my legs.

A dry heave hits me, but nothing comes out.

My skirt is bunched around my waist, so I try to tug it down with shaking fingers. Tears are gushing from my eyes as I press the material flat against my legs, covering the blood-soaked body part below.

I’m too scared to look at the mess left behind.

Shame presses down on my shoulders, crushing me with disgust and disappointment. I’m falling to pieces in the backseat of Erik’s car, unable to feel anything but the ache between my legs.

The humiliation of being violated. Degraded.

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