Ten Minutes Ago
The thick blanket isyanked off me, and before I can roll, a weight comes down on me as I am pinned to the mattress. My thin white nightgown is pulled up, and I thrash to try and free myself. “Don’t fucking move, whore,” Phillip growls. I hear his zipper as he straddles my body, and tears surface when I hear him spit into his palm.
“Stop!” I go to scream at him, but he shoves my face into the pillow.
“Stupid little bitch. Think you can talk to me like that?” he growls as he forces his dick into my ass. Pain sears through my belly when he shoves deep. “Fuuuck. Tight little whore. Take my cock, bitch.”
Phillip lays his weight down on my back to cover my mouth with his still-damp palm before he starts slamming into me, ramming into me with all of his anger. Sobs rack my chest as I claw at the bed, trying to free myself. He continues to push into me over and over again, and it hurts. I’m used to pain, but not like this. Not even Dad has fucked me without lube. Blood turned him off, and he never risked making me tear. This monster is fucking me so hard that I can’t breathe. My belly hurts, and the pain makes my body tense. Every time I do, though, he moans in my ear and thrusts harder and faster.
“Fuck. So good. Not so fucking mouthy now. Take my cock. You’re mine. My fucking whore, stupid fat bitch. Scream bitch. Scream while you take my cock. Cry, slut. Fucking weak… tight… oh fuuuuck so tight. Oh God, take my come. Cry harder. Fuck, cry harder… Goddamn it, this tight fucking ass,” he moans in my ear. His hot breath comes in bursts as he whimpers and whines. When he pinches my nose closed, making it so I can’t breathe, I panic and my body tightens as fear rushes through me. He moans louder and shoves deep. I can feel it as he forcefully drains himself inside me. Next thing I know, he’s gone. I am left face down on my bed, gasping for air with my gown pulled up and an ass full of a predator’s come. There is pain from my asshole to my belly, and it’s pulsing to the rhythm of my heart.As I get up, I see the blood. It’s all over the white sheets and me. Headmaster is going to be so angry with me… I have to clean up and get back to bed. I can’t let anyone know.
I peek my head out to make sure the coast is clear before keeping my gown up while I sprint to the bathroom. I don’t want to get blood on my dress, so I’ll just streak through the halls for now. When I get into the bathroom, I run to a stall and turn the shower on. I take the sprayer down so I can spray my ass and legs off. There is no graceful way to get the blood off me fast, so I use what I can.
Air gets trapped in my throat as pain burns through my asshole. He obviously caused damage, but I don’t know how much.
When I think I am clean enough, I turn the shower off and dry off before letting the gown fall down.
“Why are you in here?” Jax asks when he comes into the bathroom.
“I…” I start to say, but freeze.
“Hurry up and get back to bed. You have an early morning,” he says carelessly.
Doesn’t he know that I was just raped? Doesn’t he care? I’m likely still bleeding, but what good does it do to tell him? Causing more trouble will put me in more pain. I don’t want to fucking be here. So much for the guards not being able to hurt me.
“Fuck you!” I snap at him. Before he can respond, I run out of the bathroom and into the common area.
“Alania, stop it before you wake the others,” Jax scolds.
“Fuck you!” I scream at him, picking up a book from the couch next to me and throwing it at him. He grunts and smacks it down. When he steps toward me, I panic. I start grabbing anything I can to throw at him as I back away. I’m screaming obscenities at him, just wanting to disappear. Another guard appears, and some of the girls peek their heads out. Jax is gone now, and I’m alone.
“Leave me alone!” I scream. “Don’t fucking touch me. Get the fuck away from me!”
“Alania,” Marty, a guard, says softly. I continue to scream at them, hoping one of them will just kill me.
“Fuck this place! I’m not staying here,” I scream at him.
“Marty, let her go,” a man with a deep rumbly voice says. I make eye contact with him for just long enough to notice that he looks stunningly intimidating. Who is he? If it weren’t for the terror rushing through me, I’d care more.
When Marty steps aside, I sprint out of the room and down the long corridor. The manor is dimly lit as I sprint toward the main entrance. My bare feet slap against the polished granite, giving away my location, but I don’t stop. I don’t look back. I just keepgoing. Dad will kill me when he finds out. I just want to be free, not dead. Not in pain. Not bleeding.
When I get to the main door, I fumble with the locks before yanking it open and running outside. I know I can’t get off the property, but I can at least hide for a while before I face my inevitable death. Maybe I can find some sort of solace before I die.
It is a beautiful and warm late spring evening. The moon is shining brightly, complementing the stars in the sky. The lightning bugs are starting to come out, and I can hear a toad croaking somewhere off in the distance as I run across the courtyard. I don’t know where I’m going, but I at least want to get to the wood line that leads into the dense forest.
When I get there, I go in a few feet before finding a cluster of boulders to curl up behind. I cover my mouth as sobs shake through my body. I try not to let myself feel the emotions of men taking advantage of me. I should be used to this, but I’m not used to them intentionally hurting me. The men who have taken me in the past, at least, don’t do so in a way that damages me. I never thought I would find a day when my dad’s assault would be preferable to what Philip just did to me. I will die before I ever let him do it again. So long as I am here, he will continue to hurt me. Why would they help me when I am just seen as property? I’m replaceable and I always have been.
I hear footsteps approaching, and I have been reduced to whimpers. I can feel him close behind me, but I’m scared that I will turn around just to see Philip again. I understand that Imade him mad, but was it really worth hurting me like that? Did he really have to make me bleed?
“Alania,” he says softly. His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of shock and possibly anger in his tone.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimper.
“You’re bleeding,” he says. “Who hurt you?”
“Just go away. Please,” I cry. The man scoops me into his arms, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“My name is Adrian,” he says as he carries me.
