Blood in the Water
1044 Words
*Trigger warning*******
I must have zoned out because I suddenly hear him growl, "Fill my glass...NOW!" I feel my heart pound in my chest. "Of c-course," I stammer.
I'm on my feet and at his side at the speed of light. I can't bring myself to look at him, terrified of the darkness that fills his eyes when he's drunk. The glass is cold under my fingers as I pull the wine bottle from the ice bucket.
I've barely filled his glass before he snatches it up and downs the contents. He slams it back onto the table. "More," he snaps.
I pour several more times, not moving from his side. He gulps the wine just as fast as I can pour it. I swallow, apprehensive of his reactions. He's a mean drunk and I don't want him throwing stuff at my head again.
His hand is suddenly on my breast, squeezing roughly. I freeze for a split second, knowing that any negative reaction will cause him to explode. He ignores the last glass and he continues his assault on my breast. I place the wine bottle back on the table and struggle to put the cork in.
"Leave it," he slurs. He moves his hand down until they're between my legs, caressing me.
I try to pull away, "I can't." My mouth is filled with cotton and I'm nauseous.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him before burying his face in my chest. "I'll take what I want..."
No
With that, he sweeps everything off the table. Dishes crash on the floor and food splatters all over the walls and floor.
He picks me up and tosses me onto the table. My tailbone hits first, drawing an unintentional hiss of pain from me. He runs his hands up and down my body, reaching underneath my sundress to cup my mound before shredding my panties and shoving a finger into me. I grit my teeth. It hurts.
I panic and start begging, "Please. Don't do this." He extends his claws and meticulously shreds each article of my clothing, nicking me in the process. I try to cover myself with trembling hands. What the hell is he doing?... He's never done this before.
I can't fight him. He groans and begins touching me, grabbing me roughly and pinching me. I squeal in pain and try to block him when he brings a hand up and slaps me. I lay there, stunned, shocked.
He grabs my n*****s and twists them cruelly, an evil grin creeping up his face. I feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes and I begin to cry, which only seems to bolster his determination to take me however he wants.
He leans down and begins roughly biting my thighs. I scream and try to back away but he just bites me harder, drawing blood. I can't pull back without causing myself serious harm. He grabs my throat, squeezing hard enough to keep me from breathing.
He looks possessed, like a rogue who's lost all his humanity. A cruel grin is on his face and he looks like he's enjoying every bit of torture.
"You know you love it," he slurs. I can feel his erection on my inner thigh as he moves between my legs, keeping his hand on my throat. He releases my throat long enough to undo his pants. I gasp for air, my mouth open in horror.
He pulls his member out and strokes it for a moment before he rubs it against my entrance. I struggle against him, trying to move backwards on the table.
"Please," I sob.
He grabs my throat again and slaps me again with his free hand. "Shut up. You're just a slut who likes it rough. Stop pretending." I close my eyes, trying to avoid his gaze, fearing I'll see his true intent.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm compelled to meet his eyes. Cold. His eyes are cold. We stare at each other, my heart palpitating and tears running down my face. I don't know exactly what he wants. I don't know what he's thinking and it terrifies me.
He grips my hips and thrusts into me without warning. He begins mercilessly pounding me. My cries are only broken by the slaps of our bodies meeting. I dig my nails into the table to keep from being dragged along it. I can already feel a few splinters that have pierced my skin.
"Yeah, scream b***h," he moans.
This sick bastard! He's causing me pain just to hear me scream cuz it's a turn on!?
I feel sick.
He reaches under and grabs my ass, pulling me closer, going deeper and harder, moaning louder with every movement. Black dots blur my vision but the pain brings me back.
Please let me pass out.
He extends his claws and starts digging them into my ass. "Scream for me." His breathing grows heavier with each whimper I make. I can't escape. His claws have me trapped under him and I'm filled with crippling fear.
He's going to kill me.
Every time I quiet down, he digs deeper, bringing fresh screams out of my throat. All I can do is hold onto the table for dear life and hope that he finishes.
It's like he's burning me with a hot iron. I feel blood trickling down with every thrust. He reaches up and runs his claws lightly over my chest, not hard enough to cause any real harm but enough to draw blood. I can feel it dripping down my sides and my palms are surely bloody.
More splinters break off into my hands and wrists and I wince in pain, trying in vain to keep my cries in. He pounds into me until he finally shudders and releases himself into me. He pulls out and I feel a combination of blood and semen pour out of me.
He blinks down at me drunkenly before tucking his bloody d**k back into his pants. "Clean all this up," he snaps. He leaves me there in pain, broken and covered in blood.
Tears stream from my eyes as he stumbles away. I can only watch as he walks out the front door, completely numb.
Why?
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