Attacked

Chapter 2

***Warning this next part contains things that could cause triggers. Please skip to the next chapter if you do not want to read about violence, s*x and r**e***

Steve stood there smiling like the Cheshire cat. He was wearing a plain black tshirt and jeans. It's honestly a little irritating that guys have it so easy when I stressed over my outfit for hours and he probably just grabbed the first shirt in his closet. He was so early I hadn't even started prepping dinner. I just thought he was excited. I started trying to hurry and start the food but when I was washing potatoes at the sink he hugged me from behind. I rolled my shoulders wiggling out of his grip and gave him a little smile. I continued trying to peel the potatoes and he leaned into me whispering in my ear, "Let's forget about the potatoes?" I slid away from him again, "We need potatoes we can't just have chicken and green beans." I tried to laugh it off as being playful until he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the sink making me drop the potato and knife on the floor. "Steve what are you doing?" He smirked, "You believed everything. So cute being gullible and innocent. Do you know my names not really Steve?" I tried to get my arm free but he gripped it tighter, "Another thing thats kind of funny. I dont even live here. You're just stupid enough to believe me when I saw you move in and decided you'd be my next woman. I watched you at first, learned your habits, when you did laundry and when you got home from work." I struggled harder now, "Stop it you're scaring me. Let me go!" He full on grinned now, "God I love it when you struggle." He yanked me into the bedroom and shoved me on my bed. I tried yelling for help but he backhanded me and shoved a towel in my mouth. He tied my wrists together with his belt while my head was spinning from being hit. I could taste blood so I know my lip had to have split. I always thought I was pretty strong, but as soon as he covered my body with his I knew I didn't stand a chance. I could feel my tears running down my cheeks and when he looked at my face he laughed, "God this is just going perfectly. The only thing that'd make this better is if you fought me more. Come on struggle!" He tore my shirt down the front and unbuckled my jeans. I tried to kick him off but he just got this crazed look in his eyes. He seriously was getting off on me fighting him!? I started to give up so he snapped my bra off and pinched my n****e so hard I screamed into my gag. As he slid my jeans down I managed to knee him in the chin, but he just laughed. I swear it sounded like a mad man. How did I not see that he was crazy? How did I not notice something off about him? He jammed his finger into my dry p***y making me scream again. "This is going to be even more fun knowing I'll be your first. Maybe I'll even be your only hmmm?" He undid his jeans and let them slide down his legs. I tried to just close my eyes but he backhanded me, "b***h you'll watch when I take you!" Tears were flowing freely down my cheeks as I was sobbing trying to beg through the gag for him to stop. He pressed his member against my opening and in one swift thrust was inside. There was no letting me adjust, there was no going in slowly like you read in books. There was only pain and more pain. He r***d me right there in my own bed and finished on my face. Before he left he came back over and backhanded me across the face so hard it made me see spots. I was sobbing and wouldn't look at him now which made him even madder so he punched me until I passed out.