Warning: CHARACTER RAPE! I have no rights to any of this and I probably have no right to write this but I was inspired…
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Darkness and silence, silence and fear, fear and pain, pain and terror, terror and… Betrayal.
It's hot. My body feels like it's burning but at the same time it feels so cold. The night air is cool but made stale against my bare burning flesh as our bodies mesh, emanating heat.
Sweat and perspiration covers me, serving only to make my skin sticky and disgusting.
I'm so dirty.
The gravel beneath me scratching my back as the air force uniform shirt, pushed up around my arms itches in irritation. I want to pull it down so badly but it constricts my arms. I can not move.
His weight on my legs is painful; his knees pinning them spread apart with my pants pushed down around my ankles and boots.
His hot breath tickles my neck giving me chills as I close my sore tired eyes. Salty tears drizzled down my cheeks and soaking my hair, blending with the sweat.
My cheeks are bruising under the force of his hand cupping over my mouth, silencing me.
His grip on my wrists, just as strong.
He is heavy on top of me. He is trying to be, using his weight to hold me as he penetrates the raw flesh.
He thrusts inside me with animal enthusiasm, caring nothing about the pain resulting from un-aroused flesh tearing.
I close my eyes, trying to imagine that this is different; that this is romantic and that I am receptive.
That this isn't rape.
Maybe then it won't hurt. Maybe then I won't hate him. Maybe then this could be forgivable.
I open my eyes as his grip over my mouth loosens. He is distracted as he builds towards his end. I look up at his face, swallowing back the emotion and gag reflex over this betrayal. I don't scream for help, instead trying to reach him. I try to look into his eyes. Try to plead for some form of mercy to this relentless abuse.
But his eyes are closed. He can't look at me. He is ashamed.
His hand slips from my face as he grasps my shoulder, pulling himself deeper inside me. Thrusting faster and burning the tender flesh, tearing more of it. Blood clotting with the friction and air. I can't stand this.
I turn my face closer to his, lifting my lips beside his ear as he is distracted.
"Please" I plead, choking on my words as I gasp at a sharp pain inside me "stop!" I almost scream in agony. This only brings him back to his mistake.
I can feel his hand moving down from my shoulder, traveling over my breasts as he grasps it and then shifts his hand up to my neck.
I panic. I know he is going to silence me once again. This is my only hope
"No! Don't please! Oh god stop this please!" I beg as I feel his hand covering my mouth. I roll my head away from his hand in panic, drawing closer to his ear.
"I'm begging you, please" I whisper in his ear as he struggles to grasp my jaw
"Jack please don't do this"
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The chapters to follow are what happened in the days before hand and the days after.