Chapter 19
After Fox covered Theresa mouth, he started to rip her clothes off. First he tore off her shirt. Then he ripped off the skirt she had been wearing.
"God, you are beautiful!" He said.
She was terrified of Fox. Her cries of pain meant nothing to Fox. The tears streaming down her face didn't mean a thing to him. He was cold and heartless right now. She tried to screamed help, but no one could hear her. He finally took off her bra. She laid there in just here panties.
"Are you ready, Theresa?" He asked her.
She shook her head from side to side trying to say no.
"Really. Well, Theresa you know we haven't made love yet. I always wanted the first time with you to be special, but it doesn't matter now. You'll be lucky if stay alive after tonight."
He kissed her forehead gently. He worked his way further down to her neck. Theresa his kisses got more and more passionate. Theresa could only cry and try pushing him off. but every time she pushed him off, he got more rough with her.
"Tonight you are going to get the greatest pleasue of your life." He whispered in her ear.
More tears fell from her face. He continued to work his way down. His body was all over her's. She was stuck. He started to kiss her chest gently. He moved to her left breast and began to suck on it. She moaned with pleasure. He then moved on to her other breast. Sucking harder and harder. Theresa moaned louder and louder. She tried not to though. She didn't want to make love to Fox like this. Fox could tell her muscles tightening. He remembered that her panties were still on, so he knew what his next move was. He slowly slid her panties down her thighs, then her legs. He threw them onto the floor with the rest of her cloths. He slowly slid his boxers off and placed them on a chair.
"Theresa, this is your last chance to make this experience good." He told her.
He then ripped off the tape on her mouth very fast.
"Ouch!" She screamed.
"Sorry, darling." He lied. He loved seeing her in pain. "Well what do you say?"
"Go to hell!" Then she hit him with her fist.
"Smack!"
She pushed him onto the floor and tried to grab her robe and leave. He got up quickly though and stopped her from even getting her robe.
"Wrong!" He said.
"Smack!" He hit her now using his fist.
He dragged her by her hair to the bed. He threw her on the bed, and pinned her down.
"I guess now I'm gonna have to tie you up." Her told her.
Theresa's face was black and blue. Bleeding so much, but he didn't care. He pulled out two pairs handcuffs.
"Got these from a buddy of mine. I hope you enjoy them."
Her face was so swollen that she couldn't speak. It hurt just to breath. He handcuffed her down to the bed.
"Now. Where were we? Oh yes. I know."
Fox slid his fingers in and out of her. She hated it; he loved it. He started rough, not gently and slow like before. Now he was very pissed and Theresa would pay. Maybe even her pay with her life. Maybe Little Ethan's life. Theresa's tears never stopped. They came more and more when he touched her. She felt ashamed of herself. He laid down on her, pushing his weight onto her and the bed, and made it so their hips would meet.
"Ready? This is it." He reminded her.
There was no way he was going to stop. He needed and wanted Theresa right now. Fox stuck his manhood into Theresa. At first he slowly thrusted, but it got faster and faster. Every time it got faster it hurt Theresa even more. he was so rough. Never in her life had she had someone hurt her like this. She always thought that making love was suppose to be romantic and it couldn't hurt like this. She knew now that she was wrong. She moaned with pleasure. She couldn't help it. Even if it did hurt her. Fox to he was about to come, so he thrusted faster and faster, harder and harder. Finally he released. He was breathing so hard and fast. Theresa was breathing fast, but her tears didn't slow down like the breathing. Fox fell onto the other side of the bed and uncuffed Theresa. He soon feel asleep from exhaustion. Theresa tried to escape, but the door was locked. He had the only key and she didn't know where it was. All she could do was pray to God that he wouldn't kill her.
Meanwhile in Ethan's room.
"God, why can't they go to a different room and do that? Why is their room right next to mine? I bet Theresa is having the time of her life right now. He's probably giving her more pleasure than I ever have."
Meanwhile at Miguel and Kay's house.
"Jessica, you have a game tomorrow, I suggest that you get to bed early." Kay told her sister.
"Okay. Night, Kay." Jessica said heading toward her room.
"SO, Kay, what do you want to do now?" Miguel asked while holding Kay in his arms. He kissed her neck very gently.
"Miguel, we can't do that. You know I'm waiting until we are married." Kay reminded him.
"I know, but can't we do something?" He asked.
"You know, I'm just really tired. Can we go lay down and talk?"
"You can. I'm going out." he said storming out of the house.
"Miguel, wait!" Kay yelled going after him.
"No, Kay. We never do anything fun. We don't go to movies, we don't play games. All we ever do is talk and I'm sick of it!"
Miguel didn't come back home until 2 a.m. He was hoping that Kay would be asleep by now. He crept upstairs to their bedroom. He opened the door and saw Kay still awake.
"God, why me?" She said outloud. "Does Miguel hate me? I never do anything right. Maybe I should just die! I don't know. I'm so confused!" Kay cried.
"Kay." Miguel whispered softly. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I love you."
After Fox covered Theresa mouth, he started to rip her clothes off. First he tore off her shirt. Then he ripped off the skirt she had been wearing.
"God, you are beautiful!" He said.
She was terrified of Fox. Her cries of pain meant nothing to Fox. The tears streaming down her face didn't mean a thing to him. He was cold and heartless right now. She tried to screamed help, but no one could hear her. He finally took off her bra. She laid there in just here panties.
"Are you ready, Theresa?" He asked her.
She shook her head from side to side trying to say no.
"Really. Well, Theresa you know we haven't made love yet. I always wanted the first time with you to be special, but it doesn't matter now. You'll be lucky if stay alive after tonight."
He kissed her forehead gently. He worked his way further down to her neck. Theresa his kisses got more and more passionate. Theresa could only cry and try pushing him off. but every time she pushed him off, he got more rough with her.
"Tonight you are going to get the greatest pleasue of your life." He whispered in her ear.
More tears fell from her face. He continued to work his way down. His body was all over her's. She was stuck. He started to kiss her chest gently. He moved to her left breast and began to suck on it. She moaned with pleasure. He then moved on to her other breast. Sucking harder and harder. Theresa moaned louder and louder. She tried not to though. She didn't want to make love to Fox like this. Fox could tell her muscles tightening. He remembered that her panties were still on, so he knew what his next move was. He slowly slid her panties down her thighs, then her legs. He threw them onto the floor with the rest of her cloths. He slowly slid his boxers off and placed them on a chair.
"Theresa, this is your last chance to make this experience good." He told her.
He then ripped off the tape on her mouth very fast.
"Ouch!" She screamed.
"Sorry, darling." He lied. He loved seeing her in pain. "Well what do you say?"
"Go to hell!" Then she hit him with her fist.
"Smack!"
She pushed him onto the floor and tried to grab her robe and leave. He got up quickly though and stopped her from even getting her robe.
"Wrong!" He said.
"Smack!" He hit her now using his fist.
He dragged her by her hair to the bed. He threw her on the bed, and pinned her down.
"I guess now I'm gonna have to tie you up." Her told her.
Theresa's face was black and blue. Bleeding so much, but he didn't care. He pulled out two pairs handcuffs.
"Got these from a buddy of mine. I hope you enjoy them."
Her face was so swollen that she couldn't speak. It hurt just to breath. He handcuffed her down to the bed.
"Now. Where were we? Oh yes. I know."
Fox slid his fingers in and out of her. She hated it; he loved it. He started rough, not gently and slow like before. Now he was very pissed and Theresa would pay. Maybe even her pay with her life. Maybe Little Ethan's life. Theresa's tears never stopped. They came more and more when he touched her. She felt ashamed of herself. He laid down on her, pushing his weight onto her and the bed, and made it so their hips would meet.
"Ready? This is it." He reminded her.
There was no way he was going to stop. He needed and wanted Theresa right now. Fox stuck his manhood into Theresa. At first he slowly thrusted, but it got faster and faster. Every time it got faster it hurt Theresa even more. he was so rough. Never in her life had she had someone hurt her like this. She always thought that making love was suppose to be romantic and it couldn't hurt like this. She knew now that she was wrong. She moaned with pleasure. She couldn't help it. Even if it did hurt her. Fox to he was about to come, so he thrusted faster and faster, harder and harder. Finally he released. He was breathing so hard and fast. Theresa was breathing fast, but her tears didn't slow down like the breathing. Fox fell onto the other side of the bed and uncuffed Theresa. He soon feel asleep from exhaustion. Theresa tried to escape, but the door was locked. He had the only key and she didn't know where it was. All she could do was pray to God that he wouldn't kill her.
Meanwhile in Ethan's room.
"God, why can't they go to a different room and do that? Why is their room right next to mine? I bet Theresa is having the time of her life right now. He's probably giving her more pleasure than I ever have."
Meanwhile at Miguel and Kay's house.
"Jessica, you have a game tomorrow, I suggest that you get to bed early." Kay told her sister.
"Okay. Night, Kay." Jessica said heading toward her room.
"SO, Kay, what do you want to do now?" Miguel asked while holding Kay in his arms. He kissed her neck very gently.
"Miguel, we can't do that. You know I'm waiting until we are married." Kay reminded him.
"I know, but can't we do something?" He asked.
"You know, I'm just really tired. Can we go lay down and talk?"
"You can. I'm going out." he said storming out of the house.
"Miguel, wait!" Kay yelled going after him.
"No, Kay. We never do anything fun. We don't go to movies, we don't play games. All we ever do is talk and I'm sick of it!"
Miguel didn't come back home until 2 a.m. He was hoping that Kay would be asleep by now. He crept upstairs to their bedroom. He opened the door and saw Kay still awake.
"God, why me?" She said outloud. "Does Miguel hate me? I never do anything right. Maybe I should just die! I don't know. I'm so confused!" Kay cried.
"Kay." Miguel whispered softly. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I love you."