Alone
Well, here's the second chapter. Just to be safe, so that I'm not at fault for anyone's discomfort, this chapter is rated R for violence and rape. If you can't handle it, don't read it. I'm sorry it's so short, but just as the previous chapter introduced Saeros, this one will introduce Aerin. I would also like to thank Belthronding for her support, because otherwise this wouldn't be updated.
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
Chapter Two
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The force of his blow to her head sent her lithe, delicate body slamming into the wall, knocking her breath from her lungs. His fist hit her in the stomach, causing her to double over in pain. Again he connected with her head, beating her down to her knees. He resumed beating her face, head, back, and midsection. Blood welled from numerous bruises and wounds on her body. Several ribs were broken, and she coughed up blood.
He grabbed her shoulders and drug her up onto the bed, then straddled her midsection, settling his weight upon her broken and battered form. He ripped her clothing off, then removed his own. He pulled her legs apart, then forced his erection into her. She cried out in pain, for among the Edain, she had always been small and fragile; and as an Easterling, he was unnaturally large and strong, and thoroughly enjoyed being able to force himself upon her.
'Shut up, bitch!' he growled as he thrust into her, his calloused hands gripping her hips, forcing her against him as he pressed himself into her. For hours he pleasured himself, slowly torturing her. Eventually, he released his seed inside her when he could go no further, and she passed out from the combination of blood loss and pain. He roughly removed himself from her, pulled on his breeches, and simply walked away, leaving her ravaged body unconscious on the bed.
Since that first night, Aerin's life had been nothing but agony. The same fate awaited her with the closing of each day. And when Brodda's companions were present, they would partake in his favorite activity as well. Needless to say, her wounds, physical and emotional, never healed.
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What'd you think? Whatever you did think, a review would be appreciated. So would the CD by Evanescence, but that can't be helped, can it?
Well, here's the second chapter. Just to be safe, so that I'm not at fault for anyone's discomfort, this chapter is rated R for violence and rape. If you can't handle it, don't read it. I'm sorry it's so short, but just as the previous chapter introduced Saeros, this one will introduce Aerin. I would also like to thank Belthronding for her support, because otherwise this wouldn't be updated.
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
Chapter Two
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The force of his blow to her head sent her lithe, delicate body slamming into the wall, knocking her breath from her lungs. His fist hit her in the stomach, causing her to double over in pain. Again he connected with her head, beating her down to her knees. He resumed beating her face, head, back, and midsection. Blood welled from numerous bruises and wounds on her body. Several ribs were broken, and she coughed up blood.
He grabbed her shoulders and drug her up onto the bed, then straddled her midsection, settling his weight upon her broken and battered form. He ripped her clothing off, then removed his own. He pulled her legs apart, then forced his erection into her. She cried out in pain, for among the Edain, she had always been small and fragile; and as an Easterling, he was unnaturally large and strong, and thoroughly enjoyed being able to force himself upon her.
'Shut up, bitch!' he growled as he thrust into her, his calloused hands gripping her hips, forcing her against him as he pressed himself into her. For hours he pleasured himself, slowly torturing her. Eventually, he released his seed inside her when he could go no further, and she passed out from the combination of blood loss and pain. He roughly removed himself from her, pulled on his breeches, and simply walked away, leaving her ravaged body unconscious on the bed.
Since that first night, Aerin's life had been nothing but agony. The same fate awaited her with the closing of each day. And when Brodda's companions were present, they would partake in his favorite activity as well. Needless to say, her wounds, physical and emotional, never healed.
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What'd you think? Whatever you did think, a review would be appreciated. So would the CD by Evanescence, but that can't be helped, can it?