This isn’t suffering.
This is hell.
And there’s no God here—only pain, and silence, and death.
“Lea?” I whisper, my voice breaking.
I’m not even aware of the man on top of me anymore—his weight, his breath, his hands pulling at me like I’m some puppet.
All I can do is watch.
Watch as the girl I’ve come to care for fades in front of me, in the worst way imaginable.
Her breaths grow shallower, each one more fragile than the last. Then her glassy eyes open wide, full of terror, but there’s no life behind them. Just emptiness.
She’s gone.
And I can’t do anything but watch.
The man on top of her doesn’t even notice. He keeps moving, using her like she’s still there, like she’s still alive.
Her body lies limp beneath him, her eyes fixed on me—vacant, unblinking.
Judging me.
Accusing me.
The woman who didn’t save her.
I didn’t protect her.
I failed her.
“Fight me, bitch,” the man above me growls, frustrated by my stillness.
But there’s nothing left in me to fight with.
I can’t look away from Lea.
She’s frozen in that final moment—her lifeless gaze cutting through me like a blade. And he hasn’t even realised she’s dead.
The man on top of me strikes again. And again. Slaps, fists—whatever he can use. My lip splits. My skin burns. Every inch of me throbs with pain.
But it’s more than just my body he’s breaking.
It’s my spirit. My soul.
I stop fighting. I stop hoping. I just want it to end. Let him kill me. Let this be over. Because I can’t survive in this hell—not like this. Not when the only thing left inside me is the wish to disappear.
He pulls his dick out of me and stands, aiming it at my face, releasing his disgustingly warm cum all over me—marking me like a dog scents a tree. My eyes burn as the salty liquid seeps into them. I clamp my mouth shut, hold my breath like it’s armour, like silence might somehow shield me.
And to make it worse he wipes the tip of his cock against my lips to clean himself off.
“I can’t wait to own you, poppet. You’re going to bring me so much fun.”
His words hang in the air—thick, toxic, impossible to breathe through. Then he tucks himself away, turns his back, and walks out like nothing happened.
Like I’m nothing.
