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AftermathAlex rolled over and curled as much as she could into a ball. The pain she had expected would have been isolated reached throughout her entire body. It pounded from her core and enveloped every part of her. She was sore and aching. Blood pooled slowly around her from the force he had used on her delicate frame. But it wasn't the physical pain that got to her.
She had been raised strong. She even silently prided herself in her ability to let emotional attacks roll off of her. It's what made her so good when she was in vice. Say anything to her and in no time at all she was perfectly fine. People would whisper that nothing could get her down. So she needed a little pick-me-up every so often, but that usually consisted of a night in and a movie or a good book. Nothing much.
But this was different. She never thought that there could be a pain this bad. It was so encompassing and intense. So this is what it feels like. She was emotionally spent and she could tell that she wasn't going to recuperate for a long time. Maybe even never. God, how do they live? In all honesty, she didn't know how she had lived this far through it.
She knew it wouldn't end here though. She was still a captive in this hellhole and he was still lurking about. He could return at any moment and do it all over again. The source of her pain was still walking around while she was crumpled on the floor, no longer by drugs, but by shear shock and pain. She had no defense. She was there only as his toy, something to be used on a whim. She couldn't think like that though. She couldn't think at all.
She should have been cold lying amongst torn clothing in the dark room. But she wasn't. The pounding that controlled her body brought along with it a fiery warmth that did nothing to quell her discomfort. Her body retched and writhed but nothing came of it. None of the physical or emotional pain was lessened. But she couldn't stop. It disgusted her. He disgusted her. The whole notion, though she thought it had disgusted her before she became a victim, was unbearable. That it happened, that one person could do this to another, was beyond all logical thought. Was there anything worse than murdering someone and asking them to live on afterwards? To rip out someone's soul and ask them to keep feeling? No. And now she knew why.
How do they live? How do they live! She wanted to cry out, to add sound to her silent tears. The salty liquid from her eyes mixed with the dried blood he had left on her face adding to the horror of the situation. Anyone who would have walked in would probably instantly think of her as dead. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be found alive. There seemed to be no hope left. No reason to live.
She groaned in fear as the door burst open revealing the silhouette of a man. He paused for a moment, as if shocked by the sight in front of him. "Fuck! That bastard! How many? How many times!" She looked at him blankly, cowering under his anger. "How many goddamn times!" She managed a pitiful release of sound before his patience gave up. "Fuck him. Fuck him! He never understood, never!"
Marcos entered, curious as to the shouting coming from the room he had left not half an hour before. He jeered as he looked over at her. Fear flooded what was left of her soul as his spirit-eating stare penetrated her core. She could feel it all over again.
He grazed his hands over her face, warm red blood oozing from his nose falling on her skin, taking his sweet time trying to get her to enjoy the torture. She tried to move, but he was too much, too strong. He straddled her and slowly began taking off his clothes all the while never letting her eyes break from his.
They were dark eyes. Strong and terrifying. They made her need to look away, but try as she might, she couldn't. They would come closer to her as he leaned in to kiss her, or bite her, still never breaking contact. She barely noticed the hands groping her curves as he moved his way down to her core. His tongue moved over her skin, lapping up the sweat as it beaded from her pores. Rough, hot breath cascaded around her bare shoulders, moving down over her exposed chest. And yet, it was still the eyes that made her beg for the ordeal to finish quickly.
Time seemed to stand still while it all took place. She never knew how long he was there—how long it actually took him to destroy her. He enjoyed every minute of it, promising that it could happen again and again, as long as she was there for him. Promising that each time would be better and more powerful than the last.
When he first entered, she had found the strength to scream. He slapped her. The world spun but he pulled her back, wanting her to feel every moment of the sensation. He laughed at her fear, telling her it would be better if she just let it go. "Fear has no place in love."
The time he took to look at her gave his brother a chance to strike. Marcos was shoved violently against a pillar making the room shake. "You bastard! Do you remember what happened to Crystal? Do you even remember Crystal! She was your goddamn sister and you don't remember! Fuck you! You can't do this to her! You can't do this to any woman, ever!" He got quiet all of a sudden and leaned into his brother, whispering in a dark harsh tone. "I will not stand by as you degrade her. She's ours to do with what we will, but I will not have you using her like our sister was used!" He was seething as he walked away, leaving his brother against the pillar.
A slow evil cackle rose up from the depths of Marcos' lungs. "That bitch was good. She was worth breaking whatever fucking moralistic shit you've been following your whole dammed life. Crystal isn't the same. She didn't ask for that. She didn't go looking for trouble. But this whore—"
A gun sounded before either Alex or Marcos knew what happened. Marcos fell back, hitting the pillar before plummeting to the floor. A gurgle escaped his lips followed by blood. He raised his head to his brother as he walked over. Lying on the floor, he smiled one last time before the gun went off again. What was left of his head fell back on the floor, the eyes, still open, stared back at Alex, grinning in sadistic delight.