Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (jenna bush book club .TXT) 📖

C H A P T E R 47

Caution: Violence and triggering scene ahead. Please read with your own discretion.

 

 

DELILAH

 

I sat on the bed with my stomach tightened in knots. I didn’t want to be here and certainly didn’t want to know what he gonna do. My palms are already cold and sweaty and I couldn’t control the impending doom coming toward me.

 

My legs shivered at the cool temperature of the room. The girl didn’t utter anything else as she brought me here even after all the fight it took, with the help of a huge bulky guy who I assumed was one of the guards.

 

I pulled my knees to myself wrapping my arms aroundd them. I had frantically run all around the room looking for an exit except for the door which I had banged I didn’t know how loud and how many times but everything was futile. Neither was there any doo nor there was anyone to hear my shouts and pleads.

 

The more I sat there, the more fear and apprehension gripped my heart. Why God? Why do I have to be here? Please help me. I murmured to myself repeatedly when I heard the door opening and the man from before walking inside.

 

Immediately the fear I had intensified tenfold when I saw the dark smirk on his face and predatory steps towards the bed. I pushed myself more against the wall as if it would engulf and disappear me.

 

I saw him throwing away his coat and shirt before approaching the bed. My heart rate was pacified with the anxiety and apprehension when I assumed his next steps. The room felt like closing in when he walked towards the bed climbing in.

 

There was a sinister smile on his face, his eyes moving up and down my entire body, feeling me with nothing but disgust. He forwarded his hand to touch my arm when I shoved him away with force. “Don’t dare to touch me.”

 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Little girl don’t make me go harsh on you.” His voice was full of warning, red flags buzzing in my mind like neon lights but I wouldn’t give up. I wouldn’t submit myself to the wolf. I wouldn’t.

 

He grabbed my arms harshly, pulling me towards him. My fist went in the air hitting anywhere I found near me. His face, chest, arms. I dug my nails into his wrist wrapping around me, which left a painful hiss left his leave. Immediately I was out of his hold and scrambled to get out of the bed but in vain. He quickly gripped my hair and pulled me onto the bed harshly, making tears sting my eyes.

 

He slapped me across the face almost tumbling me on thealmostefore tightening his grip on my hair tighter ripping the hair from my scalp. I cried out in pain, but he didn’t melt. “Don’t even dare to fight me. It’s futile.”

 

He left my hair and turned me towards him, lifting my dress. I couldn’t let him do that.

No.

No.

I kicked him on his shins, a grunt left his lips but he didn’t leave me. Grabbing both of my hands he put them over my head pressing against the mattress. His body slammed against me, his breathing mixed with smoke and cigar made me nauseous.

 

He pushed his one hand keeping my hand over my head, while using the other hand to rip my dress away. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my struggles under him did no good. “Please, d-don't do this.” I whimpered feeling his hands on my thighs. No one had ever touched me there.

 

Fear gripped me more when he slid his hand under inside, his hands rough with dead skin.

He smirked looking at me, licking his lips which made me feel disgusted at myself even. “Young sluts taste good.” I felt sickened to the stomach at his words, my stomach dropped when I felt him ripping away my underwear.

 

I cried out for help, thrashing my legs and arms when he didn’t bother to acknowledge me. Tears streamed down my face when my eyes met with the lamp at the table. When he loosened his grip on my hands to drag up my dress open, I grabbed the lamp and was going to hit it on his head when he rose up his head and snatched it away from me.

 

His ashy eyes went red, his menacing glare on me, looking furious as he punched me across my mouth, his rings scratched my cheeks leaving behind a fresh deep cut. I whimpered at the pain, the warm crimson liquid pouring out but nothing was the pain compared to I felt when he rip away my dress leaving me naked on the bed. Nothing to cover me. His hungry eyes raping me, like a hungry wolf.

 

His rings dug deep when he pressed his fingers around my thighs trying to pull my legs apart. My head buzzed, panic pooling in as I couldn’t feel anything to fight against for. He was too strong. Too build up. I couldn’t tackle him.

 

With the tear clouding my eyes I could hardly see him, I saw him unbuckling his belt, and pulling his pants down. I couldn’t look down, terror run throughout my body, sweat covering everywhere as I couldn’t even dread to think his next work.

 

Please don’t do this.

 

My heart pleaded, echoed by my mouth but he heard nothing. Nothing at all. When I cried, and cried, shrieked in pain, refusal, struggle, fear and terror, yet no one heard. What they heard was just the loud cry of their animalistic thirst, the dirty lust and the scavengers inside themselves.

 

•••••

 

Ten-months later

 

I peered out of the window at the huge lawn, the swing hanging in there and the freshly trimmed grass. They looked beautiful, and seemed like freedom. I felt the lone tear escaped down my eyes the more I peeked outside through the little window in the basement. Its too dark in here, too smelly and felt like closing me up.

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