Page 55 of Written in the Stars

Shit! What has he done to me?

I try to move once more, but I still can’t. Looking down, I’m lying on the top of my bed; my legs spread with each one of my ankles tied to the corner posters of the bed. I shiver once more, noticing I’m nude save for the bra and panties I’m in. At least he hadn’t completely stripped me naked. Looking up, I notice what’s holding my hands in place; my wrists bound together over my head with a rope that leads to the other posters of the bed. What the hell is going on?

“There’s no use trying to fight it, babe. You’re mine once again, and once and for all,” Walter’s voice from across the room grabs my attention. The knife he had first threatened me with sits nestled in his hand.

Who is this man? What does he want from me? If he really wanted me like he claimed he did, would he have cheated on me in the first place and have done all of this to me?

No. No way.

A man who loves a woman would never do the things he’d done. He’d love her, be faithful to her, protect her… not make her feel afraid like he’s doing now.

A man who loves a woman would never behave in this manner. He’d be loving, supportive, kind… just like—

My mind flashes to Zander. My sweet Zander. I know he loves me. I know how much he cares. He would never do something like this to me or put me through all that Walter has.

A tear forms at the corner of my eye and Walter snickers. Asshole.

“Let me go!” I shout, my voice stern and solid, never cracking. Surprisingly, there’s no gag in my mouth, no tape over my lips. After all he’d done to me, trying to keep me quiet wouldn’t surprise me. He’d definitely be capable of doing that to me as well.

Walter stands in the corner and just stares at me with his vicious smile. Never before had I been scared of him. Never before had he made me feel afraid. But now, it’s all changed. Now I’m terrified and fear this could be it.

I’m probably never getting out of here. He’s going to hold me hostage and have his way with me until he’s done with me and kills me. “P-please…” this time my voice breaks as the reality of what’s going to happen next sinks in.

He takes a step, inching his way closer to me. He twirls the knife in his hand like a child’s toy. “C’mon on now, babe. You know I can’t do that. You were gone too long, and I missed you. I missed you so much that I had to keep a close eye on you.” He tilts his head to the right. “You’re mine, babe, and I’ll never let you go again.”

Tears stream down my cheeks as he sits on the edge of the bed closest to me. One hand lands on the bed, but he allows the hand holding the knife to run the cold blade gently along the length of my chin. My heartbeat speeds up. Beads of sweat form on my forehead. I’ve never been more scared in all my life. I can’t believe this is how I’m going to die: at the hands of my ex.

Moving the knife away, he leans down near my ear and whispers, “I will never let you go, Serenity.” He places his free hand on my chest and allows his fingers to caress my skin.

I cringe at his touch. I don’t want him near me, let alone touching me.

“Walter… please… don’t do this… L-let me go…” I beg.

But regardless of what I want, he just chuckles and continues. He lets his hand squeeze my breasts, slipping inside of my bra. The more he touches me, the more I want to get out of here. I should have never come here. I should have just left everything.

But I never would have thought he’d be capable of this. Never would I have imagined that he’d turn into this man before me.

“Oh, Serenity, baby, don’t you know you feel so good in my hands?” He continues kneading my breast, then pinching my nipples between his fingers.

“Walter, please….”

“Mmm, I love it when you beg, babe. It turns me on even more….” he places his mouth on my neck and crawls on top of me.

I’m trapped, with the weight of his body on top of mine, tied up to this bed. I can’t move away or get out.

He gyrates his hips against my groin, and each movement of his makes me want to hurl.

“Oh, Serenity…” he moves up, pushing onto his palms, and just stares at me.

To my surprise, he cuts the ropes binding my arms and legs. Is he letting me go?

He keeps his weight on top of me, and once I’m free, he licks his lips and then places the knife on the nightstand beside the bed.

Thank God he put it down. Maybe this really is over…

But as he does, his eyes never leave mine. He reaches for the bottom of his shirt and rips it off in one movement. And suddenly, I realize what he’s about to do and I wish he hadn’t put down the knife at all. As he hovers above me, bare-chested, he reaches down, unzips his jeans, and pulls them down. His boxers thankfully stay on.

But I know it won’t be like this for long. He’s going to pull them down as well and then he’s going to rape me and I have no way of getting out of here. I won’t be able to stop him. He’s going to force himself inside of me, and all I can do is lie here and take it because he’s too strong.

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