Page 15 of Burning Souls

The door closes. I’m dragged into a dimly lit room down the hall from my father’s office. We get to a door; the man opens it and throws me inside. I land on the bed, hitting my head.

“Let's get a few things straight. From this moment on, you are mine. I paid a lot of money for you. Don’t disappoint me.” Rage builds inside me. The past month has been the worst, but here, today…

I'm living in actual hell.

I can sense the man coming up behind me. He’s inches away. His hand lies on my left shoulder as my body flinches. I turn around and I’m forcefully pushed onto the bed for the second time. The man towers over me.

“Strip for me, slowly. I want to see every inch of your skin.” The man licks his lips. I could puke at any second.

“While I'm not allowed to take your virginity or do anything to you vaginally, you do have a fine-looking ass, I can’t wait to explore.” The coldness of the word makes my skin crawl. How can someone say that to someone so young and smile like he’s getting off on it?

My body freezes, not wanting to do what I'm told. I'm scared that if I do what he says once, I won't ever say no. What if I am a good girl for him and that's it?

I am a good girl for any man who wants their turn.

“Little girl. Fighting me will only get you hurt,” he growls, biting his bottom lip.

I sit looking at him, making no movement to undress. It makes me shudder as I look at the grin on the man's face.

He’s enjoying me being scared, and I can't turn it off or fake it. I have already moulded my body to act.

He walks over to me, grabbing my hand. I'm taken harshly off the bed to my feet before I’m turned around and thrown with force on the bed again, my face buried into the blanket as his hand firmly presses it down. I’m struggling to breathe.

The man rips my black leggings down, and the same with my pink underwear, parting my legs. His hands brush my ass, making me feel so incredibly uncomfortable.

Tears fall from my eyes onto the blanket cover.

“The more you fight me, the more I will punish and hurt you. Little girl, I don't want to hurt you. It’s in your best interest to relax.” His words are like sour milk that’s been in the fridge for a week and left a tangy smell.

I refuse to answer. When he pulls my hair, my head lifts off the bed, hanging, back until I’m forced to throw my neck back against his tight grip on the back of my head.

The man gets up and walks to the other end of the room, where he opens the black matte wardrobe, revealing it to be full of dresses and heels. He picks up a pair of black Jimmy Choo heels and brings them back toward me.

I go back to being frozen. His grip is back on me, my legs spread open again.

“Just know I warned you. Now I have to teach you a lesson.” The heels are taken toward my back. He traces the pointed edge on my lower back, scraping me until his hands on my ass again. Tormenting me.

The man's firm large hands spread my ass cheeks open, holding them in place while the thin heels shoved into my hole, making my body jerk from the pain.

“Please stop. I’m begging you, please just leave.” My head presses harder down on the bed, while I cover the sheets in my tears.

“NO, NO, NO, fucking no. Please, I'm begging you, don’t do this!” I scream so loud, all my energy is gone; I don't have it in me.

Three times he has thrust into me, each time more painful than the last.

I relax, giving up the fight, letting the man take what he wants, closing my eyes, and thinking of anything but this moment.

“Come for me, Little Girl.” The sour words make my stomach curdle as he pulls my hair, jerking my head toward him. He presses a kiss to my lips, grabbing my chin to force me to obey. I feel sick, like all I want to do is throw up in his mouth. He kisses me over and over, angry, desperate. He tastes like cigarettes and pizza, making me feel more sick.

Minutes after, my body starts to shake, making me cum right on the shoe the man retrieves from inside me.

I feel dirty. I didn't ask for it and I didn't want to cum, but it was a normal body reaction, one I have no control over again.

The man smirks at me, throwing my face back down and leaving me on the bed, not giving a care in the world that he just took advantage of a fifteen-year-old.

Even after I said no. I told him to stop. I tried. I fucking tried but it didn’t work, he overtook me.

I screamed over and over. I tried to fight him off me, but it wasn't any use. Once again, a man was in control and had his way with me, and there wasn’t a thing I could do. No matter how much I screamed the words no or tried to fight him off, he won like they always do.

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