Post by LILIAN R. SLATER on Jul 17, 2016 17:39:39 GMT
Hanging up the phone, Lily felt flushed from head to toe after her conversation with Damon. Given the circumstances, they spoke at least once every hour or two just so he could make sure that she was safe. A text wasn’t enough. Anyone could get a hold of her phone and text him. Lilian had thought that speaking to Damon had given her butterflies before… but that had only increased tenfold since they had started seeing each other. Robb was definitely going to murder them when he found out, but Lily didn’t care, especially considering it would make him the world’s biggest hypocrite seeing as he’d “platonically” married her best friend.
Of course she was flushed because most of their conversation had entailed what he was planning on doing to her once he got to her place that night. Just thinking about it had her heart racing and heat spreading between her legs. It was going to be torture, waiting for him to get there, but she knew that it would be well worth the wait once he finally walked through that door and pushed her onto her bed.
Setting her phone down on the sink as she walked into the bathroom, Lily turned on the water in the shower and stripped down as she waited for it to heat up. She’d had a long day at work, so the shower was much needed, if only to relax. It wasn’t just work she had to get off of her mind though, but her stalker as well. Just that day she’d had to save a dog that had intentionally been hit by the psycho and his car and had to have one of her legs amputated. The poor thing was now crated in Lily’s laundry room, where she could keep a closer eye on her condition and ensure that she received all of her medications on time. She was still pretty drugged up and out of it, but Lilian was sure she was going to pull through just fine. She’d made it through the worst of it already.
Climbing into the shower and letting the hot water rain down on her, Lilian sighed as she closed her eyes and pushed back her wet hair. Just thinking about the incident made her blood run cold with fear and anxiety. When the hell was this guy going to be caught? Things were only getting worse, but surely he would make a move that would be the end of him. This couldn’t go on much longer… he was bound to screw up and put himself in a vulnerable position at some point, right?
By the end of her long, hot shower, Lily was just ready to curl up on the couch with one of the cats to read a book and wait for Damon to get there. Grabbing her towel and drying off before wrapping it around herself, she climbed out and went to grab her phone on her way out. It wasn’t there though. Pausing, Lily’s brows drew together and she swore that she’d left her phone sitting right there. She must have left it in the bedroom or the kitchen.
As she entered her darkened room, Lily flicked on the light. She couldn’t shake the feel that something was amiss, but that had been going on a lot lately, considering. Her eyes scanned the room, but there didn’t seem to be anything out of place. Everything was locked up tight and Damon would be with her soon enough. She just had to try to relax until then.
Once she was done getting dressed, Lily made her way into the kitchen when she heard a sudden bang. Her heart leapt into her throat and she stopped dead, straining to hear. ”Damon?” she called out, but she knew that, what with everything going on, he would have made himself known or called her as he was pulling up to the house. Her phone…
Heart racing, Lily swore she’d left her cell phone on the bathroom sink. Oh god. Darting over to the landline that was hanging on the wall, she picked it up, punching in one of the few phone numbers that she knew by heart now only to hear… nothing. The line was dead. Slamming the stupid thing onto the receiver, Lily was on the verge of crying, trying not to panic. Then the lights went out on her.
Thrust into darkness, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust and her body trembled as she backed up. Jumping when her back hit the wall, Lily knew she couldn’t stay there. The bastard was in the house… this was it: the night he was finally going to end it. Running for the front door, she fumbled for her car keys hanging on the hook by the door and booked it out of there and into the seemingly calm night.
Making a beeline for her car, she wasted no time getting into it and thrusting her key into the ignition, her heart hammering. Nothing. She twisted it again and again, but still nothing. ”No, no, no, NO!” she cried, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. This couldn’t be happening. Collapsing against the wheel for a moment and crying, Lily’s body tensed when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Sitting up, she turned her head and right there, sitting in her passenger seat, was something that looked suspiciously like her car battery.
Every muscle in her body froze as the barrel of a handgun pressed against the back of her head. Her breath caught in her throat and she was sure she was going to die right then and there with a gunshot to the back of the head. She didn’t move, closing her eyes tight and offering up a silent prayer to a god she wasn’t even sure existed. She was desperate for some source of hope and comfort, but her prayer had little relief to offer her.
”Were you trying to leave me, Lily?” he asked from the back seat, the mere sound of his voice straight from her worst nightmare. He made a tsking noise and, finally opening her eyes, she looked at him through the rearview mirror, her own face pale and her body trembling.
”Why are you doing this?” she asked him, tears rolling down her face and her voice oozing with fear.
”I already told you, Lily. We belong together. Not you and Damon. That’s just bullshit. He’s just going to wind up hurting you in the end. He’s using you,” the bastard said to her, pressing the gun harder against the back of her head.
”But it’s okay for you to hurt me?” Lily asked him, her voice tinged with bitterness and fear. Who was he to tell her that she couldn’t be with Damon? She loved Damon more than anything and what she wouldn’t give for him to be there right then. He wasn’t though. He couldn’t protect her and he couldn’t tell her what to do, leaving her only with her own instinctual abilities to defend herself against a psycho with a gun.
”This is different,” he insisted furiously. ”I’m doing this so that we can be together forever. I wouldn’t have had to resort to this if you hadn’t refused all of my gifts and if you’d just accepted my love. Now let’s give your boy toy a call…” She could see the light of her cell phone that he’d taken from her bathroom sink illuminating his face as he searched for Damon in her contacts and gave him a call.
”Damon!” the psycho exclaimed, as if an old friend had just picked up the other end. ”Yeah, listen, Lily can’t talk right now-“ As he spoke, Lily’s hand slowly started to reach for the car door, but he only pushed the gun barrel against her head again as a warning. ”I wouldn’t do the sweetheart, keep your hands on the steering wheel, where I can see them. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally shoot you now, would you? That would be tragic; we haven't even gotten started on the fun yet,” he said with a twisted laugh, pulling the phone away from his mouth, though Damon could still surely hear him.
”Anyway,” he said, going back to talking to Damon as Lily gripped the wheel tightly, doing as she was told to avoid being shot. ”We’re going to play a little game, if you’d like to join us. It’s called Let’s See If Damon Can Get Here Before I Finish Fucking His Pretty, Little Girlfriend and Decide to Kill Her.”
Oh god. Lilian couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle any of it and just wanted it to end, but not like this. The last thing she wanted was to be raped and murdered by this man, but life was cruel. This wasn’t how she’d ever expected it to end, before she even really had a chance to live. Lily had lived a great life, but she’d wanted so much more… to get married to Damon, to start a family together and grow old together. Now she was never going to get to do any of that.
”Aww, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll love this game, I promise. No need to cry… well, okay, maybe there is a reason to cry. This is going to hurt and you’re going to be begging for me to kill you by the time I’m done fucking you. Now get out of the car and don’t try anything…”
”Damon-“ Lily cried, but the man only shushed her.
”The men are talking, Lilian. Now get out. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be outside at this time of night. Don’t you realize there are freaks out here? And put your hands up, where I can see them. Sorry, Damon, just give me one second. She's a feisty little thing, isn't she? But you would know all about that. I've seen the way the two of you go at it.” Reluctantly, Lily did as she was told, the man climbing out as well and nudging her toward the house with the gun. ”That’s it, baby. Let’s get you inside now. We’ll be waiting for you, Damon… I have to go now. There’s a pretty little girl here who needs to be taught how to appreciate a man who really loves her.”
Lily felt like she couldn’t breathe. Hearing him hang up the phone and toss it behind him, onto the lawn, she kept her hands up, her knees feeling weak beneath her. ”I don’t want to die,” she cried, hoping to either hit a soft spot or delay things long enough to give Damon a chance to get there.
”Yeah, well, you have to. It’s the only way you and I can be together forever. Now get inside.” Reaching around her, he pushed the door open before pushing her in and shutting the door behind him. ”Take your clothes off.”
”Damon’s going to kill you for this-“
”I SAID TAKE YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF!” His yell made her flinch, but she didn’t move to take her clothes off. She couldn’t, her stomach twisting with terror and disgust. This clearly only made him angrier though and he tucked his gun into the back of his pants. Before he could make his next move though, Lily bolted away and into the kitchen, desperate to find some way to defend herself.
He ran right after her of course, grabbing her by the hair just as she was reaching for the kitchen knives. She managed to grab hold of one of the knives though, pulling it free of the knife block as she swiped at him with it, scratching him across his face as he tried to dodge and released her. As she swung the knife at him again, he managed to catch the blade, causing it to cut deep into his hand before he grabbed her wrist with the other hand. Slamming it against the counter, he was successful in forcing her to drop her weapon and grabbed her by the throat, unrelenting.
Crying out in pain, she was helpless as he threw her to the ground and pinned her there, tearing her tank top off to reveal her bare breasts beneath it. As Lily fought valiantly against her attacker, she managed to roll herself over onto her stomach, trying to kick him and crawl away.
”GET OFF OF ME!” she screamed. There was no way she was going to give in that easily. With a great deal of effort, she managed to pull back her leg and kick him right in the face. He roared with pain, his nose busted and starting to bleed.
”Stay the fuck still!” he growled at her, pulling her back to him and managing to pull off her pajama shorts, rolling her back over at the same time before backhanding her hard across the face. They were both breathing heavily from their struggle as he held her there, pinned and at his mercy, her head spinning. She was dazed and seeing stars, and the side of her face would surely bruise from this.
Forcing her to roll over again and grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her head back. ”Don’t you think I know Damon is going to kill me?” he asked her, whispering into her ear. Releasing her, he got to his feet, standing over her as she looked around for some way out of this, still on her stomach. It was dark though, her only light source coming from the light of the moon and stars outside. ”That’s exactly what I want. When Damon kills me for killing you, the two of us can be together forever. A romantic tragedy, of sorts.”
The kitchen knife was on the floor a few feet away and, as her eyes fell upon it, she tried reaching for it only for him to grab her by the leg and drag her across the floor. ”NO, PLEASE,” she cried, clawing at the floor and leaving long scratch marks across the wood in her desperation. She tried grabbing onto anything that she could, knocking over a table and a lamp as he dragged her. She managed to grasp the door frame of her bedroom, but it was no use, her hands slipping off of it before he pulled her up and pushed her onto her own bed.
”Please don’t do this,” she cried as he wrenched her hands behind her back, binding her wrists tightly behind her before he tugged off her panties. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though and she cringed at the sound of his pants unzipping. Rolling onto her side a little, she strained to look back at him, the sight of him rubbing his dick with his own bloody hand making her want to vomit. ”No, please. Just let me go-“
”No, I don’t think I will. You hurt me Lily…” he said, setting his hand on her back, between her shoulder blades and holding her against the bed as he knelt over her. ”You wouldn’t accept my love, so now I’m going to force it on you. God, I love seeing you scared and at my mercy. You’re so fucking hot when you’re terrified and crying.”
Lilian tensed as the head of his cock pressed against her, making her scream in pain as he pushed himself into her tight pussy from behind, lubricated only by his own blood. He just seemed to enjoy her pain though and wasted no time in starting up a slow, pace, each thrust hard and painful. ”Scream all you fucking want, baby. I fucking love it.” Each thrust earned him a cry and she squirmed beneath him, not wanting him inside of her.
” You have no idea how much you’ve been torturing me. I wanted to fuck you like this the first time I saw you… wanted to be inside of you. Fuck, you feel so damn amazing. I’ve never had a girl as perfect as you.” His pace picked up and Lily finally stopped her struggling, giving up completely and just trying to go numb to it all. She couldn’t though. She felt everything… every painful thrust as he grabbed her hips for leverage and dug his fingers into her. ”That’s right, just give in and fucking take it, Lily. You know you love feeling me inside of you.”
His thrusting grew harder and faster, unrelenting and unyielding. He thrived off of taking her against her will, relishing in every whimper and plea. She tried to think of anything else but what he was doing to her, but it was impossible. She couldn’t escape it and could only lay there, hands bound as he fucked her.
The buildup was torture and his raping her felt like an eternity. It was never going to end. She didn’t want it, but he was pushing her toward it anyway and when her climax crashed over her, it left her confused and feeling dirty as her vaginal walls contracted around his shaft. Her scream of pain was deafening as his nails raked down her back in response, leaving behind angry scratches that were starting to bleed. With a groan of satisfaction, he released himself inside of her, filling her and making her want to just die right there. Draping himself over her back, still deep inside of her, he grabbed her by the jaw, licking up the length of her neck and then forcing a kiss on her lips. His taste gagged her, but he just held her tighter and slid himself from her aching pussy as he rolled her onto her back. Blood and semen started running down her thighs and she struggled to undo the knot that bound her wrists together. It was useless.
His lips trailed from hers and down her chest as his hands started to massage her breasts, reveling in the temple that was her body. The very same temple that he’d just invaded and conquered. ”You have the body of a fucking angel,” he said to her. ”I could fuck you all night and day… but we have to get a move on.”
”No…” she said, watching him push his dick back into his pants as he straddled her, zipping them up again and then pulling his handgun out of the back of his pants. She didn’t want to die like this. She just wanted Damon, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to get there in time and he couldn’t save her.
”Shhh,” he said, giving her one last kiss on those sweet lips of hers before pulling back, taking off the safety and pressing the barrel of the gun against her forehead. ”Things are better off this way.” Her breath caught in her throat and she could hardly see him through her tear-filled eyes, but she heard the sound of him cocking the gun even over the sound of her own pounding heart. His other hand caressed the side of her face, brushing her tears away before wrapping his hand around her throat.
Of course she was flushed because most of their conversation had entailed what he was planning on doing to her once he got to her place that night. Just thinking about it had her heart racing and heat spreading between her legs. It was going to be torture, waiting for him to get there, but she knew that it would be well worth the wait once he finally walked through that door and pushed her onto her bed.
Setting her phone down on the sink as she walked into the bathroom, Lily turned on the water in the shower and stripped down as she waited for it to heat up. She’d had a long day at work, so the shower was much needed, if only to relax. It wasn’t just work she had to get off of her mind though, but her stalker as well. Just that day she’d had to save a dog that had intentionally been hit by the psycho and his car and had to have one of her legs amputated. The poor thing was now crated in Lily’s laundry room, where she could keep a closer eye on her condition and ensure that she received all of her medications on time. She was still pretty drugged up and out of it, but Lilian was sure she was going to pull through just fine. She’d made it through the worst of it already.
Climbing into the shower and letting the hot water rain down on her, Lilian sighed as she closed her eyes and pushed back her wet hair. Just thinking about the incident made her blood run cold with fear and anxiety. When the hell was this guy going to be caught? Things were only getting worse, but surely he would make a move that would be the end of him. This couldn’t go on much longer… he was bound to screw up and put himself in a vulnerable position at some point, right?
By the end of her long, hot shower, Lily was just ready to curl up on the couch with one of the cats to read a book and wait for Damon to get there. Grabbing her towel and drying off before wrapping it around herself, she climbed out and went to grab her phone on her way out. It wasn’t there though. Pausing, Lily’s brows drew together and she swore that she’d left her phone sitting right there. She must have left it in the bedroom or the kitchen.
As she entered her darkened room, Lily flicked on the light. She couldn’t shake the feel that something was amiss, but that had been going on a lot lately, considering. Her eyes scanned the room, but there didn’t seem to be anything out of place. Everything was locked up tight and Damon would be with her soon enough. She just had to try to relax until then.
Once she was done getting dressed, Lily made her way into the kitchen when she heard a sudden bang. Her heart leapt into her throat and she stopped dead, straining to hear. ”Damon?” she called out, but she knew that, what with everything going on, he would have made himself known or called her as he was pulling up to the house. Her phone…
Heart racing, Lily swore she’d left her cell phone on the bathroom sink. Oh god. Darting over to the landline that was hanging on the wall, she picked it up, punching in one of the few phone numbers that she knew by heart now only to hear… nothing. The line was dead. Slamming the stupid thing onto the receiver, Lily was on the verge of crying, trying not to panic. Then the lights went out on her.
Thrust into darkness, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust and her body trembled as she backed up. Jumping when her back hit the wall, Lily knew she couldn’t stay there. The bastard was in the house… this was it: the night he was finally going to end it. Running for the front door, she fumbled for her car keys hanging on the hook by the door and booked it out of there and into the seemingly calm night.
Making a beeline for her car, she wasted no time getting into it and thrusting her key into the ignition, her heart hammering. Nothing. She twisted it again and again, but still nothing. ”No, no, no, NO!” she cried, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. This couldn’t be happening. Collapsing against the wheel for a moment and crying, Lily’s body tensed when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Sitting up, she turned her head and right there, sitting in her passenger seat, was something that looked suspiciously like her car battery.
Every muscle in her body froze as the barrel of a handgun pressed against the back of her head. Her breath caught in her throat and she was sure she was going to die right then and there with a gunshot to the back of the head. She didn’t move, closing her eyes tight and offering up a silent prayer to a god she wasn’t even sure existed. She was desperate for some source of hope and comfort, but her prayer had little relief to offer her.
”Were you trying to leave me, Lily?” he asked from the back seat, the mere sound of his voice straight from her worst nightmare. He made a tsking noise and, finally opening her eyes, she looked at him through the rearview mirror, her own face pale and her body trembling.
”Why are you doing this?” she asked him, tears rolling down her face and her voice oozing with fear.
”I already told you, Lily. We belong together. Not you and Damon. That’s just bullshit. He’s just going to wind up hurting you in the end. He’s using you,” the bastard said to her, pressing the gun harder against the back of her head.
”But it’s okay for you to hurt me?” Lily asked him, her voice tinged with bitterness and fear. Who was he to tell her that she couldn’t be with Damon? She loved Damon more than anything and what she wouldn’t give for him to be there right then. He wasn’t though. He couldn’t protect her and he couldn’t tell her what to do, leaving her only with her own instinctual abilities to defend herself against a psycho with a gun.
”This is different,” he insisted furiously. ”I’m doing this so that we can be together forever. I wouldn’t have had to resort to this if you hadn’t refused all of my gifts and if you’d just accepted my love. Now let’s give your boy toy a call…” She could see the light of her cell phone that he’d taken from her bathroom sink illuminating his face as he searched for Damon in her contacts and gave him a call.
”Damon!” the psycho exclaimed, as if an old friend had just picked up the other end. ”Yeah, listen, Lily can’t talk right now-“ As he spoke, Lily’s hand slowly started to reach for the car door, but he only pushed the gun barrel against her head again as a warning. ”I wouldn’t do the sweetheart, keep your hands on the steering wheel, where I can see them. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally shoot you now, would you? That would be tragic; we haven't even gotten started on the fun yet,” he said with a twisted laugh, pulling the phone away from his mouth, though Damon could still surely hear him.
”Anyway,” he said, going back to talking to Damon as Lily gripped the wheel tightly, doing as she was told to avoid being shot. ”We’re going to play a little game, if you’d like to join us. It’s called Let’s See If Damon Can Get Here Before I Finish Fucking His Pretty, Little Girlfriend and Decide to Kill Her.”
Oh god. Lilian couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle any of it and just wanted it to end, but not like this. The last thing she wanted was to be raped and murdered by this man, but life was cruel. This wasn’t how she’d ever expected it to end, before she even really had a chance to live. Lily had lived a great life, but she’d wanted so much more… to get married to Damon, to start a family together and grow old together. Now she was never going to get to do any of that.
”Aww, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll love this game, I promise. No need to cry… well, okay, maybe there is a reason to cry. This is going to hurt and you’re going to be begging for me to kill you by the time I’m done fucking you. Now get out of the car and don’t try anything…”
”Damon-“ Lily cried, but the man only shushed her.
”The men are talking, Lilian. Now get out. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be outside at this time of night. Don’t you realize there are freaks out here? And put your hands up, where I can see them. Sorry, Damon, just give me one second. She's a feisty little thing, isn't she? But you would know all about that. I've seen the way the two of you go at it.” Reluctantly, Lily did as she was told, the man climbing out as well and nudging her toward the house with the gun. ”That’s it, baby. Let’s get you inside now. We’ll be waiting for you, Damon… I have to go now. There’s a pretty little girl here who needs to be taught how to appreciate a man who really loves her.”
Lily felt like she couldn’t breathe. Hearing him hang up the phone and toss it behind him, onto the lawn, she kept her hands up, her knees feeling weak beneath her. ”I don’t want to die,” she cried, hoping to either hit a soft spot or delay things long enough to give Damon a chance to get there.
”Yeah, well, you have to. It’s the only way you and I can be together forever. Now get inside.” Reaching around her, he pushed the door open before pushing her in and shutting the door behind him. ”Take your clothes off.”
”Damon’s going to kill you for this-“
”I SAID TAKE YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF!” His yell made her flinch, but she didn’t move to take her clothes off. She couldn’t, her stomach twisting with terror and disgust. This clearly only made him angrier though and he tucked his gun into the back of his pants. Before he could make his next move though, Lily bolted away and into the kitchen, desperate to find some way to defend herself.
He ran right after her of course, grabbing her by the hair just as she was reaching for the kitchen knives. She managed to grab hold of one of the knives though, pulling it free of the knife block as she swiped at him with it, scratching him across his face as he tried to dodge and released her. As she swung the knife at him again, he managed to catch the blade, causing it to cut deep into his hand before he grabbed her wrist with the other hand. Slamming it against the counter, he was successful in forcing her to drop her weapon and grabbed her by the throat, unrelenting.
Crying out in pain, she was helpless as he threw her to the ground and pinned her there, tearing her tank top off to reveal her bare breasts beneath it. As Lily fought valiantly against her attacker, she managed to roll herself over onto her stomach, trying to kick him and crawl away.
”GET OFF OF ME!” she screamed. There was no way she was going to give in that easily. With a great deal of effort, she managed to pull back her leg and kick him right in the face. He roared with pain, his nose busted and starting to bleed.
”Stay the fuck still!” he growled at her, pulling her back to him and managing to pull off her pajama shorts, rolling her back over at the same time before backhanding her hard across the face. They were both breathing heavily from their struggle as he held her there, pinned and at his mercy, her head spinning. She was dazed and seeing stars, and the side of her face would surely bruise from this.
Forcing her to roll over again and grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her head back. ”Don’t you think I know Damon is going to kill me?” he asked her, whispering into her ear. Releasing her, he got to his feet, standing over her as she looked around for some way out of this, still on her stomach. It was dark though, her only light source coming from the light of the moon and stars outside. ”That’s exactly what I want. When Damon kills me for killing you, the two of us can be together forever. A romantic tragedy, of sorts.”
The kitchen knife was on the floor a few feet away and, as her eyes fell upon it, she tried reaching for it only for him to grab her by the leg and drag her across the floor. ”NO, PLEASE,” she cried, clawing at the floor and leaving long scratch marks across the wood in her desperation. She tried grabbing onto anything that she could, knocking over a table and a lamp as he dragged her. She managed to grasp the door frame of her bedroom, but it was no use, her hands slipping off of it before he pulled her up and pushed her onto her own bed.
”Please don’t do this,” she cried as he wrenched her hands behind her back, binding her wrists tightly behind her before he tugged off her panties. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though and she cringed at the sound of his pants unzipping. Rolling onto her side a little, she strained to look back at him, the sight of him rubbing his dick with his own bloody hand making her want to vomit. ”No, please. Just let me go-“
”No, I don’t think I will. You hurt me Lily…” he said, setting his hand on her back, between her shoulder blades and holding her against the bed as he knelt over her. ”You wouldn’t accept my love, so now I’m going to force it on you. God, I love seeing you scared and at my mercy. You’re so fucking hot when you’re terrified and crying.”
Lilian tensed as the head of his cock pressed against her, making her scream in pain as he pushed himself into her tight pussy from behind, lubricated only by his own blood. He just seemed to enjoy her pain though and wasted no time in starting up a slow, pace, each thrust hard and painful. ”Scream all you fucking want, baby. I fucking love it.” Each thrust earned him a cry and she squirmed beneath him, not wanting him inside of her.
” You have no idea how much you’ve been torturing me. I wanted to fuck you like this the first time I saw you… wanted to be inside of you. Fuck, you feel so damn amazing. I’ve never had a girl as perfect as you.” His pace picked up and Lily finally stopped her struggling, giving up completely and just trying to go numb to it all. She couldn’t though. She felt everything… every painful thrust as he grabbed her hips for leverage and dug his fingers into her. ”That’s right, just give in and fucking take it, Lily. You know you love feeling me inside of you.”
His thrusting grew harder and faster, unrelenting and unyielding. He thrived off of taking her against her will, relishing in every whimper and plea. She tried to think of anything else but what he was doing to her, but it was impossible. She couldn’t escape it and could only lay there, hands bound as he fucked her.
The buildup was torture and his raping her felt like an eternity. It was never going to end. She didn’t want it, but he was pushing her toward it anyway and when her climax crashed over her, it left her confused and feeling dirty as her vaginal walls contracted around his shaft. Her scream of pain was deafening as his nails raked down her back in response, leaving behind angry scratches that were starting to bleed. With a groan of satisfaction, he released himself inside of her, filling her and making her want to just die right there. Draping himself over her back, still deep inside of her, he grabbed her by the jaw, licking up the length of her neck and then forcing a kiss on her lips. His taste gagged her, but he just held her tighter and slid himself from her aching pussy as he rolled her onto her back. Blood and semen started running down her thighs and she struggled to undo the knot that bound her wrists together. It was useless.
His lips trailed from hers and down her chest as his hands started to massage her breasts, reveling in the temple that was her body. The very same temple that he’d just invaded and conquered. ”You have the body of a fucking angel,” he said to her. ”I could fuck you all night and day… but we have to get a move on.”
”No…” she said, watching him push his dick back into his pants as he straddled her, zipping them up again and then pulling his handgun out of the back of his pants. She didn’t want to die like this. She just wanted Damon, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to get there in time and he couldn’t save her.
”Shhh,” he said, giving her one last kiss on those sweet lips of hers before pulling back, taking off the safety and pressing the barrel of the gun against her forehead. ”Things are better off this way.” Her breath caught in her throat and she could hardly see him through her tear-filled eyes, but she heard the sound of him cocking the gun even over the sound of her own pounding heart. His other hand caressed the side of her face, brushing her tears away before wrapping his hand around her throat.
