Page 34 of His Queen

I scream and thrash, but the goons just act like nothing is happening as he rapes me in the back seat of the SUV. It feels like it lasts forever. My body feels like it is being ripped apart as he slams into me repeatedly until, finally, he cums.

"Fuck." He curses as he lets go of my legs and pulls out of me. He sits up and I scramble as far away from him as I can. Tears streaming down my face.

He grabs me by the hair and forces my eyes up to look at him. I can't meet his gaze.

"You will learn your fucking place." He growls, "I will be your fucking husband. You will fucking learn. I will make sure you do, even if I have to force you."

He forces his thumb into my mouth, and I bite down as hard as I can, tasting his blood in my mouth. He slaps me in the face so hard I see stars. He grabs me by the throat and sneers at me until I pass out.

When I wake up again, I am lying in my bed. The first thought in my head is aguish that once again he didn’t just kill me. I try to move, but my body aches so badly I hiss in pain at the movement. I don't know if it's from the rape or from the fight earlier. I look at myself and see the bruises everywhere on my visible and I begin to sob.

I can't do this. I don't want to marry him. I curl up in a ball on my bed and sob harder. My throat hurts so much that my sob isn't more than a croak of messed up sound. I can’t let him continue to do this to me. I don't care if I die.

The door opens, and he walks in. I hear the door slam shut, but I don't look at him. I tremble in fear as I curl into myself more.

"I want my father. I want to see them now." I demand.

"You are not in any position to make demands. I don't think you understand your situation here, Rose." he pauses and stares at me. "You belong to me. I bought and paid for you. I own you and I don't need a piece of paper to know that. I will break you, Rose. The difference is you can give in and make it easy, or I will beat you into submission. I truly hope you choose option two. I really enjoy that way. But like it or not, you will be my wife.”

I laugh and roll over to face him. I can't stop myself from laughing. I am almost hysterical.

"I am not yours. I belong to no man. I am not a possession. I am human. I am a person. I deserve to be respected. I am a woman, not a whore."

He slaps me so hard I taste blood. My head snaps to the side, but I turn it back to narrow my eyes at him. When I try to sit up, he punches me in the stomach. It takes my breath away in a gasp of pain as I lie there crying. I look up at him. He stands over me with his hands on his hips as if this is just a normal occurrence, and maybe it is.

"You are going to be my wife. I already paid for you and you will do as I say." He says through gritted teeth, getting in my face. “If I have to chain you to the bed, I will. Don’t think this fight you are giving me will deter anything. It actually makes me very excited about everything I have planned.”

"You are a fucking monster,"

He punches me harder in the stomach, causing me to puke all over the bed. He grabs me by my hair and yanks me out of the bed. He throws me against the wall, grabbing me by my throat.

"Don't fucking test me, bitch." He growls. "I will break you and have fun doing it."

"Go fuck yourself. I hope you choke on your own cock."

He curls his fist up and punches me in the face, then in the stomach. I fall to the floor and gasp for air, retching once more.

"I will beat your fucking ass with my fists until you can’t move and then fuck you to my content. Don't test me."

"Fuck you!" I scream with as much force as I can.

I know I'm asking for it. I know I'm pushing him, but all I can hope for is death. I have nothing left. I want to die. It’s my only way out. I know he will never stop. He will kill me eventually. Probably after I give him a male heir. I will never know my child. I know that now.

Salvatore grabs me by the hair and yanks me up off the floor, throws me across the room. Causing me to stumble to the bed. He stalks over to me and jumps on top of me. He pins my arms down above my head and stares into my eyes.

"We can play this game as much as you want to pet. But in the end I will win whether you want to admit it or not. I will break you.” He moves closer to my ear and whispers. “Thank you for making this so fun. I knew you would be worth it.”

I look at him, and he looks so fucking insane. He looks like a monster. I try to struggle to get him off of me but I can't even budge him. He has a crazy look in his eyes, like he is going to rip me apart with his bare hands. I spit in his face cause fuck him. I don't care anymore. I'm tired of being strong. I'm tired of fighting. I want to push him to his limits so he loses control and kills me. I want to die.

He slams his fist into my face. "Don't fucking test me, Rose. I will break you."

He punches me a few more times in the face. I cry out at the pain, my eyes swelling shut. I can taste blood in my mouth.

"You're such a fucking pussy." I rasp, barely able to speak. "I fucking hate you. I hope you rot in hell."

He punches me in the ribs my breath is forced out of me as the pain barrels up my side. "I will break you."

He punches me again and again. I just lay there and take it, hoping for the end of it all. I close my eyes and try to pretend it's not happening. I can't think about what is happening right now. He is yelling and beating me. I cannot figure out what he is saying in the haze of pain.

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