Hey there! I've finally gotten around to re-writing Used, and I'm hoping that I can make this version a lot better. Hopefully I'll be updating this story a lot more frequently, considering I have something to work from. So, without further ado, here it is!

Title: Exploited
Shipping[s]: Contestshipping
Genre: Romance & Hurt/Comfort
Chapter Target: 20-25
Word Count Target: 25k+

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I felt a pair of unfamiliar hand slide up my thighs, whilst another held down my hand.
"No…" I whimpered, struggling fruitlessly to escape by captor. "Please!" My words fell on deaf ears as my tormentor continued his ministrations. A strange pair of lips fell upon mine, silencing me, suffocating me.

I woke up with a start, my chest heaving and my forehead slick with sweat. I looked around frantically, attempting to make sense of my surroundings; I was at home, in my bedroom. It's only a dream, May. I told myself.

Except it wasn't only a dream. It was a memory, made vivid by the embrace of night, and real by my own mind. I rubbed at my lips with my bed sheets. I could still feel that strange man's lips against mine, and the thought made me physically sick. Pushing that feeling to the back of my mind, I looked over at my clock. It read 5am. Since I was already up, I figured that I might as well get ready for yet another day of hell. It's just school May. You'll survive. My reassurances made me feel marginally better, and I plucked up the strength to drag myself into the bathroom so that I could shower. My mother only allowed me to shower for seven minutes, so I learned to be as quick as possible. I allowed myself the brief pleasure that was the steady stream of hot water; it seemed to be the only comfort in my life, however brief it was. Once my seven minutes were up, I hopped out and slipped on my robe before staring at myself in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw.

I had a huge bruise along my left cheek bone. The memory of how I got it made me shudder.

"I hate you!" I remembered myself yelling at my other in the kitchen the previous night.
"What did you say?!" She screamed, expression unreadable.
"No-nothing…"
"Tell me right now you whore!" Her face was now contorted into an expression of rage.
"I-I'm not a whore…"
"Hah! That's rich! Tell me what you said!" I managed to pluck up my courage, and stared directly into her eyes. I took a single breath, and said clearly and loudly:
"I. Hate. You." The second the last word passed my lips, I was met with a slap, made more painful with the spatula which my mother held. I cried out in pain and clutched my cheek as my head spun.
"What a slutty whore you are! Get outta my face before you make me hit you again." The laughed coldly and strode out of the kitchen.

I tried to forget the memory as I covered the bruise with makeup, making myself look as normal as possible. But no matter how much I looked at myself, I failed to recognize the person who looked back.

I pulled on a faded pair of jeans and a pale blue sweater, and walked down the stairs quietly.
"May, that you?" I heard my mother yell to me from the kitchen.
"Um, yeah…" I replied, walking in.
"Get to school. I don't want to see your ugly face longer than I have to." She didn't even look at me when she said that, and I was glad. If she did, I might have been tempted to slap her.
"Okay." I muttered, turning around. I grabbed my car keys and phone before walking out.

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I walked into school around 6:00am. Yet again, I was the first one here. Since I was so early, as per the rules, I headed straight to the cafeteria. I pulled out my math homework which I had forgotten to do the previous night. I chastised myself, because Thursday was always my homework night, 'cause I had to prepare myself for Friday. Most teenagers loved Fridays, but I didn't. I dreaded them. Friday night is the night when I get auctioned off to some random guy. Then the same thing would happen Saturday. And sometimes even on Sunday. I pushed that though to the back of my mind and attempted to focus on my work.

"Hey, whore." My concentration was broken by a sickeningly familiar voice. I looked up to see the face of the devil himself – Drew Hayden.
"Mhm?" I asked him.
"I said, hey."
"Oh, Hi. What?"
"Ah, nothin'."
"Why'd you come over here then?"
"Jeez, most girls would be happy to see me."
"Well, sorry to break it to you, but I'm not 'most girls'."
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. You're a slut."
I simply put my head down and tried to do my homework, hoping that he'd leave me alone.
"I'm not done talking to you." He said, but I just ignored him. He grunted and shoved me out of my seat.
"I said, I'm not done talking to you, bitch!" he kicked me in the stomach, and I lurched onto my side.
"Well that's too bad, because I'm done talking to you." I picked myself up and grabbed my stuff before starting to walk away.
"I'm still not done talking to you!" He punched me in the gut, and I doubled over in pain. A salty tear rolled down my cheek.
"O-okay… I'm sorry…"
"Hah. You better be." He grabbed my arm and picked me up, before slamming me against a wall. "Fuck you." He whispered. He then kneed me sharply in my stomach. I stood my ground and stared directly at him.
"No. Fuck you, asshole." I headbutted him in the face and quickly ran away.
"You'll pay for this, bitch!" I kept running; I needed to get as far away from him as possible. I managed to find a stairwell that was far enough away for me not to be found, and I composed myself. Once I caught my breath and calmed down, I headed towards my locker. I put my stuff inside and shut the locker only to be thrown back into them.
"Well, we meet again bitch." Drew said.
"L-leave me alone…" I was whispering to quietly, I could hardly hear myself.
"What was that?" I was thrown backwards into the lockers, and Drew put his hands on either side of my head. He put his face directly in front of mine.
"Nothing…"
"That's what I thought." Then his spit on my face. He turned around and walked away, laughing to himself. I felt tears swelling in my eyes as I ran past Drew with his spit plastered to my face, and his laughter echoing down the hallway.

I burst through the door and looked in the mirror. My eyeliner was running down my cheeks and the bruise was starting to become visible. I turned on the water and washed my face before reapplying my makeup. I was just making sure that I didn't look as though I had been crying when the bell rang and I heard a bunch of noisy teenagers walking through the hallway. I waited a few moments before running all the way to class. I just had to get through today. That was all.

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At the end of school I quickly got my stuff together and ran to my car avoiding Drew as best I could. I climbed into my car and checked my phone. I had one message, from my only contact. My mother wanted me to get home as quick as possible so I could get ready for tonight. I texted her a quick reply saying that I'd be home in ten minutes, and plugged my keys into the ignition.

When I got home, I ran upstairs to get ready. I put on another layer of makeup and changed into a pair of indigo skinny jeans and a red crop top. I walked down the stairs to be greeted with the sound of my mother on the phone.
"Yep. That's fine. Come by at 7:00. Okay. Sounds great. Bye." Then she hung up. She then looked over at me. "Eh, good enough. Here, it's a pic of the dude." The tossed a small picture on the floor. I walked over and picked it up. He was kinda cute, but he was probably an asshole. I placed the picture on the coffee table and ran upstairs to my room. I dug around in my drawers.

"Yes, found them." I whispered to myself, pulling out the small pack of condoms. Sometimes the guys didn't have them, and I didn't want to get pregnant, or worse, catch any STDs. I stuffed a couple in my purse and sat down on my bed. I thought about tonight, fear creeping into the corners of my mind. I sat there in silence for who knows how long, but I must have been there until around 7, because my mother yelled for me to come downstairs.
"Coming!" I quickly applied some pink lip gloss and grabbed my purse. I slowly walked down the stairs. Almost paralyzed by fear, I saw the guy I would be spending the night with.
"May, meet Steven." I walked over to him.
"Hey there. What's up?" I said confidently. I knew how to act around guys.
"Hey, nothing much. Let's get going shall we?" He held his hand out for me, and I took it in mine. My mother didn't say anything to us, she just shut the door.
"So yeah. I'm Steven. May… I like that name." he said, and I climbed into the passenger seat of his car.
"Thanks, I like yours too. Nice car, by the way."
"Thank you. My dad got it for me." He said, slightly smugly. Before he started driving, he looked over at me.
"Right. You have to do everything I tell you, okay?"
"Yeah, I know. I will, Steven."
"That's good." He plugged the keys into the ignition and backed out of my driveway. He started to drive, and he stopped at a stop light. He leaned over and kissed me, and I felt myself tense up at first, but I kissed him back. He had some Skrillex playing on low volume, and I tried to focus on that. He reached over and grabbed my hand, putting it on his thigh. Right next to his manhood. I knew what he wanted. I had to give him everything... Or he would tell my mom, and she would hit me again. I started to rub him slowly, and apart from a couple of moans, he said nothing. He stopped the car in his driveway, and he led me inside, towards his bedroom.
"Here's my room." He stated plainly, before walking over and sitting on his bed. I sat next to him.
"So…" I said nervously. He just turned his head towards mine and stated kissing me roughly. He laid down, bringing me down with him.
"You taste so good…" He muttered. I just smiled into the kiss, not wanting to say anything because I knew that my voice would reveal my fear.

After a while of kissing, we were both in out underwear. My mind was hazy; I knew what was coming and I tried to detach myself. I was just fading when I felt him enter me.
"May, you're so wet…" He murmured against my lips, but I didn't reply. I was mortified.
"Unh… Say my name…" He moaned, thrusting slowly into me.
"S-Steven…"
"Louder!"
"Steven!"
"LOUDER!" he kept thrusting into me, but I felt nothing. My mind was blank, and I couldn't concentrate.
"STEVEN!"
He finished inside me and rolled me over.
"There you go." He muttered before rolling to face the opposite direction to me.

There it is! I know a lot of you were waiting for this, and I'm happy to give it to you. If you're a first time reader, then I recommend you go and read the original, and then you can see how much better this is.

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