chapter 11
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I woke up this morning in a daze, flashbacks of last night's memories flooding my head. His tight grip around my wrist, and his nonstop pounding that had my p***y purring in pleasure and clenching in pain. Turns out what he did in the bathroom was just a teaser of what would have happened in the bathroom. I don't know when I passed out in his arms, but all I could remember were his grunts and deep thrusts as he left bruises scattering across my neck, chest, ass, and thighs. I feel like I've been struck by a bus.
My body was too sore for me to move.
At one point, I lay motionless, hoping he would have some mercy on my sore p***y, but I was mistaken. He didn't seem to care that it was my first time. I had lost count of how many orgasms he made me have in the course of the 3 rounds that we did.
And just like I predicted, I was currently lying on top of his chest, each of my legs on either side of him as his hands wrapped around my body protectively.
It was wrong and definitely not a good time, but somehow I felt warm. Maybe because it was chilly in the room as the balcony door was open and his body warmth had engulfed my body.
I slightly and quietly lifted my head up and stared at his face.
His breathing had evened out, he looked calm with his eyes closed and lying down like that.
I stared at his long lashes that acted as a curtain over his beautiful face. His lips are plump and pink, a sharp nose. His hair messily falls over his forehead.
Wow, I can't believe someone so beautiful can be so evil. Looks truly can be deceiving.
I wonder if we had met in different circumstances if I had given him a chance. I probably would if he wasn't such a monster. There should be no place on earth for devils like him.
I needed to relieve my bladder soon, but I didn't want to wake him up. His arms were wrapped around me too tightly. I don't think I'll be able to leave without waking him up.
I also need some kind of painkiller. My head is pounding from all the crying I did yesterday. The pain between my legs wasn't doing much help either.
I gently rested my head against his chest and tried to relax.
Thump Thump Thump
The sound of his heart caught my attention. Evidence that he too is also human. I lifted my trembling hand and placed it on his chest near my face. His chest heaves up and down and the banging of his chest vibrates against my hand.
"Don't you need to pee" I jumped in fear at Alex's deep voice. I looked up to see his eyes wide awake and staring intensely at me.
"Y-Yeah" I replied timidly, was he awake this whole time? or did I wake him up from my movement and my touch?
"Then why don't you go?" he questioned with a slightly raised brow.
"I- I didn't want to wake you." I needed to get a grip. My fear probably feeds his demons. I have learned in a book that you should never cower in fear in front of your demons. They feed on fear, it thrills them to see you so scared. Was Alex the same? Does he like it when I stare at him in fear? I've been doing all that ever since I met him, so it's probably true.
"Mhh" He hummed and sat up with me still wrapped around him.
I was about to get off him, so I could walk to the bathroom when he pulled me back and told me to "stop moving".
Just a simple word and I got a flashback from last night of him growling the same words in my ear as I tried to wiggle my way out of his reach. My body shamelessly became hot. "This is not a good time," I scolded myself and got my head out of those dirty thoughts. Alex walked to the bathroom with me in his arms. I looked behind and my eyes caught a glimpse of the bed. The sheets were changed.
He placed me down on the toilet and went to the bathtub where he turned the water on. He went to the cabinets and grabbed a white and purple bag that said sea salts. He's taking a bath.
I looked away and focused on relieving my bladder, which didn't cause many struggles, but it kinda hurt. My friend Melissa has told me many of her s*x stories, where peeing hurts after a rough s*x night. Good, then I know nothing is wrong with me.
When I stopped peeing, I wiped myself and hissed as it stung. My hatred for Alex grew more and I found myself cursing at him in my head.
I limped my way to the sink but screamed when I was suddenly lifted off my feet.
I looked at him and he smirked down at me, walking towards the bathtub. He placed me down and I let out a sigh of relief as my body was engulfed in the warm water. I felt half of my stress leaving from the comfort the water brought. Soon my mind went alert when Alex sat behind me in the tub and pulled me closer. This is exactly how we sat last night before he decided to drown me and roughly took my virginity. My breathing picked up and I started panicking. He wrapped his hand around me and pulled me into him, which didn't calm me down one bit.
"Relax, I won't do anything." He mumbled soothingly.
Yeah, that wasn't much help. He seemed calm yesterday before snapping and getting offended at me for asking a simple question. So no, even though Alex seems relaxed, I could never be too careful around him.
"Why?" I suddenly asked after a couple of minutes of deep breaths.
"Be specific" he stated calmly, running his hand up and down my body.
My eyes teared up "Why- why did you do that to me yesterday?"
"f*****g you was bound to happen, so why not yesterday? You disrespected me and you got punished. Until you learn to watch your mouth, I can't say that'll be the last time I f**k you up." He stated nonchalantly.
He's so mean.
"It's not my fault. You made me upset- and- and I couldn't help it."
"Oh, but you could. You have a brain, put it to good use, rather than trying to run from me. Because it won't happen. You're not going anywhere alive." He promised. I could tell he meant that, he meant everything he just said to me. So is this how my life will end?
I scoffed. f**k no.
I refuse to be trapped by him. This just means that I have to follow up with my plan carefully. I refuse to die at the hands of the devil.
"It's not fair."
He chuckled at my comment "Baby, Is there anything that's fair in life? Life is a game. Be careful how you play, because I'm going to play dirty"
Of course, he will. He has blood on his hands for a reason.
"Tomorrow we're going to an event. I have to go out again and handle some business. You'll have Flora to keep you company while I'm away, okay?" He said as he rubbed the loofah on my body; washing me.
I nodded my head in understanding, happy to be away from him for the rest of the day.
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