Page 36 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

I scream.

I struggle.

But I’m too weak.

He holds me down, a hand to the back of my head.

Over my screams I hear him cursing at me. “Stay still, you cock tease. You know you want this.”

“No!” I yell, louder.

Someone has to hear me.

They have to.

I cry out as he rips my innocence away.

He tears through my wealthy, sheltered life as if it was nothing.

He takes what he wants despite my tears, despite my pleas.

“Please,” I sob.

But it’s too late.

I stop struggling.

What’s the point now?

I close my eyes, scrunching them shut until the tears stop and a darkness drops over me, disassociating myself from the assault.

My father tried to teach me self-defense. I wish I’d tried harder.

I wish I could remember what he said to do if I was ever attacked from behind. That’s what this is. An attack.

Grunting interrupts my thoughts.

I open my eyes, trying to focus.

Panting.

Pain.

Fear.

Bleeding.

Remember.

Remember.

Survival.

Survival.

I close my eyes again and he finishes what he started. I gather every ounce of strength I can find deep within myself and that’s when the ‘click’ happens. It’s like a switch and rage descends around me like a black fog.

He lets go of my head, laughing.

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