A.N. This chapter is very violent, graphic and will have a rape, so if that
bothers you please do not read this chapter and wait for my next one. Thank
You.
A.N. 2 I'm sorry that this part took so long to get out, it was just very difficult for me to write. Again sorry for the long wait, and I hope in the future chapters won't take me so long to get out.
Part 3
Up in the safety of Theresa's room Fox and her feed each other strawberries dipped in chocolate or whipped cream.
"Mmm," Theresa licks off some of the chocolate sauce that got on the side of her mouth.
"You missed a spot." Fox licks off the extra sauce, causing Theresa to shiver with desire.
For the rest of the morning Theresa and Fox feed each other breakfast, took a shower together and had a picnic with Little Ethan. All the while not aware that someone was noticing their closeness, and was at times watching them.
Theresa that afternoon had found herself alone, because Fox had some business to take care of at the Crane Recording Studio, she asked Phyllis if she could watch Little Ethan while she took a nap. After last night with Fox she needed a nap. Phyllis happily agreed, she loved the little guy and was thrilled when she got to spend time with him.
Making sure Little Ethan was going to be fine for next couple of hours Theresa sleepily walked up to her room. Shuffling over to her windows she pulls closed the black curtains cloaking the room in complete darkness. Then she shuffles to the bed and falls onto it exhausted, falling asleep immediately.
Suddenly she's jolted awake when someone puts his or her hand over her mouth effectively cutting off any chance of her screaming out. She claws at her assailant and works to break away but to no avail, as the attacker grabs her hands in one of his and grips hard.
The hand that was covering her mouth releases her and instantly she screams, begging for someone to hear her. But her scream is cut short as a fist comes colliding with her face, causing her to see spots.
A rough hand grabs at her shirt and pulls it apart, Theresa vaguely hears the sound of fabric ripping, all that matters to her right now is to get away. The rough hand mauls her exposed breast, her attackers hard, heavy body crushes her into the mattress.
She tries to lift her legs to knee him, anything to get him off of her, but he's too heavy for her to move. Theresa screams again, hoping that someone would happen by her door and wonder what the noise was, the fist again smashes into her face.
This time the hard blow causes Theresa's head to bash into the end table by her bed, she can feel a small trickle of blood seep out of the corner of her mouth.
The blood drips from her mouth and begins to form a puddle on her pillow. Her attacker thinking she was too injured to fight anymore let's go of her wrists.
Feeling the attackers grip let go she starts her assault again, she needs to get away. That thought continues to run through her mind, getting away is all that matters.
Vaguely she hears a tearing, she's too numb to feel much of anything, but on some level she knows it's her skirt. Suddenly Theresa gets flipped over, she closes her eyes tightly, her attackers intentions slammed into her mind and she knew exactly what her attacker was going to do.
"NOOOO!" She struggles but to no avail. Now that she's turned over it becomes even harder for her to fight. The attacker spreads her legs wide, again she hears a tearing only this time it sounds like a foil.
Her attacker not giving her a chance to think about what he was doing slams into her hard. The attacker revels in the screams.
Theresa goes completely numb, it's almost like it's not happening to her, but instead she's watching it happen to someone else. She thinks to herself that this would never happen to her it has to be happening someone else.
The attacker continues to slam into her, showing no mercy. Theresa's face goes slack and she thinks about how much love was in this bed just last night, and now.
What seems to her like years later her attacker ceases his painful vengeful thrusting. He watches as Theresa just lies there smiling at how he finally put her in her place. Pulling a knife from the floor he holds it above her body and slams it down.
Theresa doesn't notice the knife until it's embedded into her skin. Over and over again. So many times that she lost count. In her sides, in her back, turning her over and slashing her front and arms. He's cutting and stabbing her everywhere-except her stomach.
Where before her body was numb now she could feel every last hurt every stab, every punch, and every thrust. Feeling darkness creep up on her she allows it to take her, if only to relief some of the pain.
TBC
A.N. 2 I'm sorry that this part took so long to get out, it was just very difficult for me to write. Again sorry for the long wait, and I hope in the future chapters won't take me so long to get out.
Part 3
Up in the safety of Theresa's room Fox and her feed each other strawberries dipped in chocolate or whipped cream.
"Mmm," Theresa licks off some of the chocolate sauce that got on the side of her mouth.
"You missed a spot." Fox licks off the extra sauce, causing Theresa to shiver with desire.
For the rest of the morning Theresa and Fox feed each other breakfast, took a shower together and had a picnic with Little Ethan. All the while not aware that someone was noticing their closeness, and was at times watching them.
Theresa that afternoon had found herself alone, because Fox had some business to take care of at the Crane Recording Studio, she asked Phyllis if she could watch Little Ethan while she took a nap. After last night with Fox she needed a nap. Phyllis happily agreed, she loved the little guy and was thrilled when she got to spend time with him.
Making sure Little Ethan was going to be fine for next couple of hours Theresa sleepily walked up to her room. Shuffling over to her windows she pulls closed the black curtains cloaking the room in complete darkness. Then she shuffles to the bed and falls onto it exhausted, falling asleep immediately.
Suddenly she's jolted awake when someone puts his or her hand over her mouth effectively cutting off any chance of her screaming out. She claws at her assailant and works to break away but to no avail, as the attacker grabs her hands in one of his and grips hard.
The hand that was covering her mouth releases her and instantly she screams, begging for someone to hear her. But her scream is cut short as a fist comes colliding with her face, causing her to see spots.
A rough hand grabs at her shirt and pulls it apart, Theresa vaguely hears the sound of fabric ripping, all that matters to her right now is to get away. The rough hand mauls her exposed breast, her attackers hard, heavy body crushes her into the mattress.
She tries to lift her legs to knee him, anything to get him off of her, but he's too heavy for her to move. Theresa screams again, hoping that someone would happen by her door and wonder what the noise was, the fist again smashes into her face.
This time the hard blow causes Theresa's head to bash into the end table by her bed, she can feel a small trickle of blood seep out of the corner of her mouth.
The blood drips from her mouth and begins to form a puddle on her pillow. Her attacker thinking she was too injured to fight anymore let's go of her wrists.
Feeling the attackers grip let go she starts her assault again, she needs to get away. That thought continues to run through her mind, getting away is all that matters.
Vaguely she hears a tearing, she's too numb to feel much of anything, but on some level she knows it's her skirt. Suddenly Theresa gets flipped over, she closes her eyes tightly, her attackers intentions slammed into her mind and she knew exactly what her attacker was going to do.
"NOOOO!" She struggles but to no avail. Now that she's turned over it becomes even harder for her to fight. The attacker spreads her legs wide, again she hears a tearing only this time it sounds like a foil.
Her attacker not giving her a chance to think about what he was doing slams into her hard. The attacker revels in the screams.
Theresa goes completely numb, it's almost like it's not happening to her, but instead she's watching it happen to someone else. She thinks to herself that this would never happen to her it has to be happening someone else.
The attacker continues to slam into her, showing no mercy. Theresa's face goes slack and she thinks about how much love was in this bed just last night, and now.
What seems to her like years later her attacker ceases his painful vengeful thrusting. He watches as Theresa just lies there smiling at how he finally put her in her place. Pulling a knife from the floor he holds it above her body and slams it down.
Theresa doesn't notice the knife until it's embedded into her skin. Over and over again. So many times that she lost count. In her sides, in her back, turning her over and slashing her front and arms. He's cutting and stabbing her everywhere-except her stomach.
Where before her body was numb now she could feel every last hurt every stab, every punch, and every thrust. Feeling darkness creep up on her she allows it to take her, if only to relief some of the pain.
TBC