Warning: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME GROWN UP THINGS (A.K.A) SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT KIND OF STUFF THEN DONT READ!
Well, i warned yall here goes chapter 5 THE DARKNESS!
His hands slithered down the buttons of her blouse. Corrine tightened her eyes shut. She could feel his hands digging at the buttons, unbuttoning one by one. Then she shrieked upon feeling his cold hand going down her blouse into her chest and grasping her breast.
He made a soft groan. He wanted to devour her completely. He pushed her against the wall grinding his hips against hers.With his other hand he ripped the rest of her buttons off her blouse. He passed his hand down her stomach and caressed it feeling the soft, warm skin under his palm. He needed her, but she didn't need him. He knew this perfectly.
"To save you some pain. goodnight." he whispered and without warning he grabed her hair by a fist and hit her headagainst the wall knocking her out.
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Corrine woked up once again. Her vision was blurry but and she could hear from somewhere outside birds singing and woodpeckers tapping on wood.
It must be early in the morning, she thought.
She sat up from the dirt floor. All of her body was aching and inbetween her legs was sore.
She remembered were she was, she remembered who she was with but she refused to remember what had happened to her. She knew anyway judging by the state of her body.
Silently, she looked at herself. Her underwear was gone and it was lying inches besides her. She grabed it not caringabout the dirt thatwas stuckit. She plainly shook it and put it on. She looked at her chest to make sure what she felt there was still there. And yes, as she looked, her bra was still on but there were giant, plum marks all over her breast. She felt disgusted. She quickly buttoned up her shirt except for the few buttons on the bottom that were missing.
Soundlessly she cuddled herself in a ball against the wall. She stared at the stalagmites and stalactites on the floor and ceiling. She wished she could cut one down and stab him with it. She imagined fake marshall running towards her trying to hurt her again but tripping clumsily on a stalagmite and impaling his whole body on one. Oh how much she wished it.
As she imagined things happening to fake Marshal, somehow, a picture of the events that happened the last day came rushing to her. Marshal kissing her, opening her blouse, it all came rushing in like dumping a bucket of cold water on her head.
It was too much. She hugged her legs and started to cry. No cry wasn't the word that described the tears rolling down her checks. More like bawling. She sounded like a poor puppy that lost it's mother. She wanted to run and hide from the embarrassment, she wanted to scream and punch him and most of all, she wanted to die. She wanted to grab a jagged stone from the floor and cut her veins on her wrists.
why don't you do it? Asked her torn conscious. your dead anyway.
"No, no, no, I'm not dead yet!" She told herself through a stuffed throat. "Not yet, not yet." she whispered, her voice fading away in the echoes of the cave.
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From the other side of the cave, fake Marshal could hear her sobbing. And he enjoyed it. It was like feeding on a poor kids soul. It was great.
The most enjoyment he got out ofthis most of all was thathe knew she was torn.
Over powerment, one of the characteristicsts he was done with.
He stuck out his head from behind the stalagmite he was behind in.
Ohh, the scene. The most wonderful scene someone as demented as him could enjoy.
She was cuddled against the wall hugging her knees, protecting herself.
It was, in his mind, one of the sexy scenes he's ever seen. He turned his head again and leaned it against the rock. Staring up at the ceiling at the stalactites, waiting for one to castrate the top of his head, hearing her bawling, having her picture inside his mind gosh...it all came together in a tight, stiff erection pressing against his jeans painfully. It was one of the things that sent him mind crazy.
Control Marshall, control. He thought to himself. But it was too much, the atmosphere in the air could send him lose at anytime and he knew it.
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Marshall opened his eyes. He was in his room the sun hitting his eyes like every morning he woked up. But this morning was strange. It had something he never felt before, the tightness in his stomach, the headache in his head and mostly the picture of the girl he loved inside his mind.
Corrine he tought.
Realizing her disappearance he quickly sat up in his bed and started looking for his jeans around the room. He was in his boxers and a white muscle shirt and definately wanted to get into something before he ran out to search for her.
Finding and putting on some ripped jeans and a black muscle shirt he made his way out the bedroom door down the staircase and outside the front door. He didn't want to eat breakfeast or wait until the rest woke up. He wanted to find Corrine now.
The last day had gone pretty bad, all they found was the knife and corrine's bracelet. Something, probably a raccoon inside a cave had scared them back to blake holsey high at probably nine or ten of the night which was way beyond the curfew. But since they had proffesor Z with them they managed to sneak inside the school with a pair of keys he always kept with him in case of emergencies. That night Marshall went to sleep with a nagging conscious keeping him from sleeping. Just thinking about Corrine and what might had happen to her and horrible scenes of her getting killed or hurt put him to sleep.
"Corrine where are you?" he asked himself staring at the sky with a worried expression on his face.
Hours had passed. Marshall walked through the forest grounds looking for any signs of Corrine. The sun kissed the back of his neck leaving a red rash around it and all of Marshalls forehead was wet with sweat. He needed a break and he knew this. His body needed some rest and he wasn't stupid enough to ignore it. So as soon as he found a small creek running behind a line of boulders (which was weird) he sat on one of them and took big drinks out of the water splashing some on his face.
Think Marshall, where could Corrine be? He looked around the forest. He must be at the heart of it already. It was so quiet and not even birds seemed to be singing here.
He leaned back on the mildly warm boulder and thought for a moment. The place was quiet yet peaceful. He tried to concentrate on where corrine might be at.
Just thinking about her made him bring back memories he tried to suppress out of his mind most of the time. Like when the time when him and Corrine sneaked out of school to supposibly stare at the constellationsinthe sky but instead ended up doing something so intimate behind the bushes of the school yard.
That was his first experience with corrine. The one that lingered in his mind at times when he tried to concentrate on other things. Marshall breathed in some fresh air. He wanted no, nedded corrine back.
"Damn Raccoons!" He yelled suprised at the noise that came inside a little hole inbetween some boulders in front of him. The noise had scared him out of his la la land.
This must be were we left off last night, he thought.
Still sitting down he looked inside the little hole lazily waiting for some Raccons to scatter out. But instead, if his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, he saw a little light, an orange glow coming out of the hole.
Interesting at what it might be, he jumped the small creek to the other side and crouched down to look at what was inside. From the tiny hole, he could see a cave in there, a bunch of stalagmites and a torch hanging on the corner of the angle he was viewing it in. He heard a soft cry in there. Like a girl crying.
"HELOOOO" He called hoping someone would answer.
Suprisingly, an answer came.
"Help meee!"
He was astounded, he knew who the voice belonged to.
"Corrine?" Heanswered.
Then he heard a scuffling of feet and a voice, a sinister mocking voice say "Shut up bitch!" and then something smack.
Marshalls stomach went into knots. It was Corrine he knew it. And she was with someone else. Someone was undoubtly hurting her and his blood boiled at the thought. He needed to find an entrance and sure enough as he squinted his eyesite were the creek ended, which was only a few yards away, a cave was there.
Before he left he yelled back at the cave. "Don't worry Corrine I'm coming and you fucking asshoe that's there with her leave her alone because I'm going to fucking castrate your balls when i get there.!"
He heard a laugh and someone respond "If you get here in time." Then he started running to the cave.
Yup I know i probably killed the story already. If you still like it let me know. If you hate it, still, let me know. Thank you!