Page 56 of Written in the Stars

But I can fight. I can take everything inside of me and fight my way out of this. Because I have to. Because I can’t let him do as he pleases and think it’s okay.

“Walter, stop!” I jerk and writhe against the bed, trying to kick him and punch him. But it’s futile; it gets me nowhere. It’s as if my blows don’t do a damn thing to him.

Why is my head spinning? Why do I feel so damn weak?

The wicked smile he donned earlier forms on his face once more. It’s like the more I beg and cry for him not to do this, the more it turns him on. “You can try to get away and fight me, doll, but it won’t get you anywhere because I’ve thought of it all.” He points to the nightstand to the right. A small white bottle sits on top.

Oh my God, what had he given me?

“I just can’t help myself, doll. I need to feel you. I need to fuck you so hard until you cry and scream my name out. You don’t understand how horny you make me, Serenity.” He moves down, positioning himself over me.

Still, I try my damndest to get away, but I can’t.

He grips his cock with his right hand, jerking it against my core. He’s doing this to tease himself. It was something he used to do back when we were dating. He’d do this for a few minutes before pulling his boxers down, ripping my panties off, and then forcing himself inside of me.

I know it’s just a matter of time before he does it again. I know he’s about to push my panties to the side or pull them down completely and force himself inside of me.

Tears stream down the sides of my cheeks. “Walter, stop, please!”

“Mmm, tell me to stop again!” He pushes his dick harder onto me, this time rubbing it against my thigh. Please, God, please, don’t let him continue this nightmare.

I cry out. “No….”

“Mmm, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll bleed… mmm,” his fingers pull on the hem of my panties, and just as he’s about to force himself in, he says, “Wait, not like this. We’re going to play out a fantasy of mine.”

What the hell?

He steps off the bed and forces me on my hands and knees on top of the bed, setting me in a doggy style position.

“Oh yeah, just like that. Knowing you don’t want this right now on your hands and knees is something I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. I’m going to tear you apart…. mmm,” he moans, caressing my ass.

Oh my God….

“Get off of her!” A voice I thought I’d never hear again fills my ears.

Am I dreaming?

I look over to see Zander barging in through the door.

“Zander?” Can this be? Am I hallucinating, or is he really here?

Walter snaps his head up. “What the fuck!” He grabs me, pulling me off the bed. He quickly grips the knife from the nightstand between his fingers and, as he pulls me with my back against his chest, he places the knife at my throat.

Zander stops dead in his tracks. “You don’t have to do this, man. Just let her go, and everything will be alright.”

Walter laughs. “Everything will be alright? Yeah, because Serenity is back where she belongs, with me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He pushes the knife closer still. One move and he could jab it inside of my neck. The sound of my erratic breathing clouds my ears.

Zander takes a small step forward. “She doesn’t belong with you. Let her go.”

Walter jerks, making the knife stab my skin. “Take another step forward and I will gut her to death!”

Zander holds his arms out as he steps back. “Alright, alright. I’m backing up. Just don’t hurt her!”

Walter laughs, shaking uncontrollably. “Aww, you think you’re the hero now? You really think you’re going to stop me from being with my wife?” He lets out another burst of laughter.

Zander’s eyes meet with me. I want nothing more than to leave with him right now. I want nothing more than for this nightmare to end.

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