HAUNTED NIGHTMARES
"Please no more! No more!" the little girl cried.
"No more? I'll give you no more!" The figure of a man pushed her to the ground and the sound of a whip cracked echoed through the corridors of the abbey. The girl cried in pain and then there was another crack of the whip. This cycle continued until the young girl stifled her cries by biting her tongue and bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut tight as to not let any tear fall.
"This is will teach you..."
Crack! "This is for failure!"
Crack! "This is for talking back!"
Crack! "This is for you being a good for nothing child!"
The cracking of a whip stopped. The girl was breathing hard while lying on the floor, her eyes fixed on the concrete ground, not looking up to meet the madman's eyes. Her back was aching, as there was many whip marks, bleeding, making her current clothes red.
"Turn around." The man snarled. The girl stayed where she was.
"Turn!" he demanded. The girl stayed frozen to the spot. Boris growled deep in his throat. 'If I want the job done, I have to do it myself.' He thought furiously.
He reached down and placed his hand on the girl's shoulder. She tensed under his touch, never loosening up. Then she felt herself, turned around roughly and found herself laying flat on the ground, with Boris on top of her, his eyes full of menacing lust. She stayed frozen, her eyes transfixed into his, praying in her mind to whoever would hear her plea that this mad man won't do what she thinks he might do.
But the poor girl's prayer was not answered a she felt herself getting stripped off from her clothes, her body getting more tensed.
"Get away from me! Get away from me!" she silently prayed. But Boris was now roughly kissing her, before going down and sucking the nipple on her breast. She bit back a moan that was trying to get out of her mouth but couldn't hold back the scream when Boris got into her rocking his hip against hers, laughing maniacally against her screams, enjoying every last bit of the raping.
But the girl was slowly feeling the pain decreasing, and was relief, until she found herself, screaming one last time and shot up of bed, in a sitting position. She was in a fancy bedroom, a door near her queen's size bed leading to the bathroom another door leading to the corridor of the Scottish mansion and the last door leading to Johnny's room.
Ignoring the sweat that formed on her forehead, and her legs that somehow turned jelly, she slowly made her way to the third door near the balcony and made her way into Johnny's room. It was similar to her room except it has a few of Johnny's personal things. She continued to walk towards the bed near the door when she heard something and froze in her spot.
"Lila?"
"John?"
"You OK?"
"..."
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah." She whispered.
Johnny threw back the blanket and took Lila's hand, leading her into his bed. As soon as she got into the bed beside him, Johnny put the blanket on top of her, and put an arm around her waist and around her shoulders, protecting her and stopped her from shaking, which he only noticed. Lila noticed that he was wearing no t-shirt, which means he was only wearing his boxers.
"What happened?"
"Dream... Boris... Rape..." Lila choked.
Johnny pulled Lila closer to him and comforted her.
"Hush. It's OK. I'm here now. Boris won't hurt you."
"Thank you."
"It's OK."
Lila looked up and saw his face was an inch apart. He looked deep into his eyes, her own eyes watering from tears wanting to spill out and pushed herself forward slightly, her lips brushing against his lightly. Johnny sighed against her lips before kissing her back with all the love and passion he always have for her.
"I love you." Lila said, as they broke apart. Johnny tighten his grip on her slightly and replied, "I love you too." Eventually they both fell into a dreamless sleep.