A.N. There's only one more update after this one. This update has 4 chapters rather than three, and the next one will be the same.
Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty Eight
Written by: Little Angry Kitten
I've never pushed Dimitri this far. I can tell by the fact that he finally draws his gun. The cold metal feels divine against my forehead, it feels exactly like the redemption I've been asking for and a part of me (a part that still believes in God) is praying for it with all my might.
"You won't win this, Roza," he snarls and his dark eyes slash through me like daggers. "You won't get out of this alive." He's stepping into my personal space now, the gun still at my forehead, digging into my flesh.
"I'm sorry." I say, though there's no remorse in my voice, he takes it as his cue to grab me by the hair, ready to repeat the vicious circle that's been our 'relationship'.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
Written by: Nicia
Dimitri does his best to humiliate me and make me regret my decision to stand up for myself, but all it does is make me more determined. Remaining limp and submissive, his eyes bore into mine and he grins, cruel and mocking.
As Dimitri thrusts into me painfully hard, one large hand clamps down on my throat, restricting my airflow. My eyes widen as I gasp, and one hand pulls uselessly at his fingers as my other one scrabbles over the desk.
Like the rest of the room, it's a mess.
I grab onto the first thing I can lift.
Chapter Thirty.
Written by: Nicia
Dimitri's too busy choking and fucking me to notice what my hands are doing, and before he gets the chance to, I slide my fingers along the smooth edges to find the point.
Dimitri's grip on my throat disappears and I suck in a gasping breath, only for it to freeze in my chest as it reappears, holding onto the gun.
"I've had enough of you, Rosemarie. Fucking you isn't worth putting up with your-"
He doesn't get the chance to finish speaking. Self preservation kicks in, and I slam the sharp pointed pencil into the hollow of his throat.
Chapter Thirty One.
Written by: Nicia
Dimitri reels backwards, shock and pain flaring across his features, and I ignore the pain of him pulling out before turning, searching his desk for the letter opener I know he keeps on there.
Finding it quickly, I lunge towards Dimitri who's moving towards the gun. He turns towards me with a triumphant grin that slips as the momentum keeps me moving forwards.
The sharp metal pierces his neck easily, creating a large, ragged hole as I yank my hand back, and then slash forwards again.
He snarls furiously, the back of his hand catching me hard across the face.
A.N. Next update will be the last one!