Argh…I can't believe I'm writing this.
As her dilemma fully dawned on her exhausted, sleep-deprived brain, every atom in Annabeth's body felt like it was being frozen over and doused in lava at the same time. Sheer terror rose inside of her – like nothing she'd ever experienced before, even during her first encounter with Jeff that fateful night.
He was going to do it.
He was going to take her last shred of dignity remaining in her bruised, drained, battered body.
Her virginity.
"N-no!" Annabeth released another attempted scream of terror, but she was so exhausted and stressed and frightened that it manifested itself as a weak, pitiful grunt. Hearing it, Jeff stopped for a second and just a second, his chest against her body vibrating with laughter at her obvious horror. Then that second was up and he was moving again.
His hand roved all around her still clothed body hungrily, his intent clear in every touch and every caress. The killer shamelessly made it apparent that he wanted her, or rather, he wanted her body, and the mere thought of it made goosebumps erupt over Annabeth's arms. "Stop it!" she cried again, thrashing as best as she could with Jeff's limbs restraining the movement of her own.
"Shut the fuck up," was the only reply he granted her with, and it infuriated Annabeth, filling her with such fire that her fear was momentarily forgotten, evaporating into the air from the heat of her indignation.
"Fuck you!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, the screech ripping through the deathly silence of the mansion and probably alerting every fucker that lived in it what was happening in Jeff's room. Not that any of them would care.
At her scream, Jeff growled in visible rage. Annabeth barely had time to see his fist swing back before it came into contact with her face, knocking her head sideways. For a second, the pain didn't register down her adrenaline-filled, and then suddenly, all at once, her nerves detected the blow, transmitted the signal to her brain, and a throbbing agony burst in her left cheek.
"Didn't I tell you already to shut the fuck up?" Jeff spat in her face, drops of saliva landing on her skin. Wrinkling her nose in revulsion, Annabeth frantically swiped them off, attempting to scramble away from Jeff while she was at it, but the killer caught on to her escape in half a second and restrained her deftly, rendering the girl nearly immobile.
A sadistic glee at the look of terror, disgust, and pain her eyes flashed on Jeff's face, and he pulled her close so they were nose to nose, insanity glinting in his cerulean orbs. "Uh-uh. We can't have you doing that, can we, dollface?" he purred. Annabeth narrowed her gray orbs, resolute that she would show her resistance to her very end. Opening her mouth, she prepared to curse him out using the most unflattering names that she had ever cooked up in her entire life, but before Annabeth so much as began, she stopped.
Because Jeff had slammed their lips together, and she'd had her mouth open, allowing the revolting fucktard the perfect opportunity to stick his tongue in and twist it greedily around her moist cavern. Annabeth tried to do something, anything, to push him away, but the reality was that he was just too strong, and her physical strength couldn't possibly compare to his. Even so, she let out muffled screeches, kicked, threw random punches, thrashed her head, even attempted to pull at his charred black hair to get the bastard to just let go.
Abruptly, something icy cold and razor sharp touched Annabeth's throat, and she craned her eyes to see what it was – Jeff was holding the blade of his knife to her throat. "Stop fucking struggling, damn it," he ordered. "Or you won't get the full experience, hotness."
"Great, because I don't want it!" Annabeth snapped at him, ramming her palms into his face in yet another futile try to get him off of her. Jeff just pressed the knife ever-so-harder on the delicate flesh of her neck, ceasing the girl's frantic squirms as she realized he wouldn't hesitate to drive a blade through her throat if she didn't calm down.
There was no way out of this.
As the realization dawned, Annabeth squeezed her eyes shut as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. She'd always thought that her virginity would be reserved for someone who truly, really loved her for who she was, heart and soul. But no. Fate was a cruel mistress, and instead, her maidenhood would be taken by this – this….there were no words to describe how much she loathed the killer on top of her right now.
Hatred. Anger. Loathing. They shielded her from her terror, they blocked out the little girl that wanted to scream and cry and beg from her soul. And so, Annabeth turned her thoughts toward how much she despised this killer, refusing to allow herself to react as Jeff callously yanked her shirt over her head, revealing her bra.
"Nice." He chuckled, but Annabeth ignored him. If she couldn't get out of this, then she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken, of experiencing her beg for mercy and wail. She would become an emotionless shell, a soulless doll. While Jeff did this to her, she wouldn't even be human. Oh, she would most definitely cry over it later, most definitely release all her pain and fear later, but not now. Now she was nothing but a body without a soul, without feelings.
A rustling noise forced its way into her consciousness, and Annabeth felt fabric move against her legs and knew right then and there what was happening – Jeff was taking off her pants. Despite that, she arranged her face in a serene, undisturbed mask, so that if someone passed by at this moment, they might think she was a corpse who couldn't feel, couldn't cry, couldn't scream.
With a soft plop, her clothes fell on the floor from where Annabeth could only assume that Jeff had dropped them. Or perhaps he'd purposefully hurtled them off the bed, who knew.
"Nice chest you got there, dollface." Jeff's raspy voice cut through her thoughts that she had wrapped around her mind to separate herself from the hellish reality. Still, Annabeth ignored him, her eyes closed, face relaxed. She wouldn't let him see her fear. She wouldn't.
"Mind if I look at it?" Laughing at his own (extremely shitty) joke, Jeff slowly inched his hands over Annabeth's flat stomach, crawling upwards toward the general area of her bra clasp. Despite her determination, the girl shivered, her body stimulated by someone else laying hands all over her, even if it wasn't someone she wanted. "Enjoying yourself after all?" the killer snorted and his hands continued to advance.
Then they abruptly stopped.
Although confused at the brief pause, Annabeth knew far, far better than to hope any semblance of mercy was left in Jeff the Killer. Jeffrey Woods was gone – dead. He had begun to decay ever since his life had gone to shit, and the remnants had all been scattered to ashes in the fire that had birthed Jeff the Killer. He was far gone – too far gone. Redemption, purification - none of that was possible for this man. Yes, he'd stopped, but she was confident that it was only temporary.
"Excuse me, where are my manners?" Jeff crooned. "I've almost completely 'unwrapped' you, doll, but I'm still fully clothed. Don't worry; I can fix that."
Uh, no. Annabeth retorted mentally, and it almost did burst from her lips, but she restrained the impulse, reminding herself that she was a doll. So instead, she simply retreated into her own world again as Jeff began to do God-knew-what.
"That's better." his voice once again filled Annabeth's ears, and, against her better judgement, she cracked open her eyes. Something about his tone seemed…off.
What she saw made her instantly regret her decision, but things couldn't be unseen now. Jeff was standing there in front of the bed – in all his glory. Inadvertently, Annabeth's eyes trailed downward before she even realized what she was doing. Seeing her line of sight descend, Jeff let out a raspy, amused giggle. "Like what you see, doll?" he asked casually.
Thankfully for Annabeth, she'd managed to control herself and look away, though she'd been too late and had caught a millisecond-long view of his...erm...male organ. Instead, she fixed her gaze onto is upper body, reasoning it was better than the other option.
The killer was rather (unsurprisingly) toned. He'd gained lots of muscles from terrorizing and killing people, Annabeth guessed with disgust, but how he gained them didn't change the fact that his muscles were well-sculpted, toned, and lean. In fact, if this had been a wedding night, with a man she actually loved, Annabeth might've said he looked pretty good.
But there was absolutely nothing normal about this. This was an assault. This was rape.
Gritting her teeth, Annabeth turned her head away, refusing to look at the killer any longer. Despite this, she still fully felt the old mattress shift as Jeff made his way back on top of the bed, and it was confirmed when the girl felt a large, rough hand seize her bra strap and unclasp it. With barely a second of hesitation, he pulled off the covering, and cool air hit Annabeth's now bare breasts.
"Those look rather luscious, don't you think?" the killer purred in her ear, his hands now making their way over to Annabeth's chest. His fingers closed around the mound of flesh and squeezed mercilessly. Annabeth bit down on her tongue to suppress the squeak of pain and shock at his actions. There was only one thing between her and Jeff now, and she knew it would be gone soon.
Very soon.
Chuckling darkly to himself, the killer's sinful, blood-stained hands found their way to her panties, tracing a small, teasing circle near her sensitive area. And that was when Annabeth realized it – she was aroused. She was truly letting Jeff's touches please her body. Maybe it wasn't her fault, maybe it was just the human body's natural reaction to something like this, but that changed nothing.
With that final thought, her composure crumbled, and tears trickled down her face – tears of fear, anger, revulsion, and so many other emotions that Annabeth found she couldn't name. Her body shook as a sob made its way up her throat, but with a painful effort, she forced it back. She would not cry – not in front of him. Why? Why did it feel so…good? This was a forced sexual assault – it was rape. It was horrifying. It was only something the lowest of the low would stoop to. And her body was traitorously reacting to it. Where would Annabeth be if she couldn't trust her own flesh, her own organs, her own senses? What would happen to her?
A finger traced the tear path that streaked down her cheek, and Annabeth, startled, opened her eyes the slightest bit. What met them were icy cerulean orbs filled with insanity and lust, a visage with the charred, black remains of eyelids clinging around the edges of his eyeballs, and a wide, Cheshire-cat grin.
Jeff.
In her despair, Annabeth hadn't realized that she was completely naked now.
They were both completely naked now.
And not only that, Jeff was positioned to thrust. Just one little movement on his part, and her body would be invaded. Soiled. Defiled.
"Don't cry." Jeff rasped quietly, almost, almost tenderly. His hand lightly flicked off another tear gathering at her long lashes, and he brought his mouth to her hear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin.
"It won't be so bad."
It won't be so bad.
It was a lie.
It was a lie, and they both knew it.
Jeff thrust.
Blinding pain ripped from between Annabeth's legs to arc like bolts of electricity around her entire body. A harsh screeching sound registered in her ears, and she realized it was her – she was the one screaming.
It hurt. It hurt, but Jeff wasn't going to hold back, and she knew it. He was a remorseless, psychopathic, unfeeling, bloodthirsty, manic killer – he would not be holding back, not when, judging from the loud groans coming from his mouth, it felt so good for him.
Jeff pulled out and thrust in again, this time even deeper. Annabeth could only let out a breathy gasp as something in her body, in her sacred area, was breached and sticky, warm liquid came trickling out. Even through the haze of pain, the metallic tang of it reached her nose – blood.
It was done.
Annabeth wasn't a virgin anymore.
But Jeff wasn't satisfied with that, of course. He continued to mercilessly pull out and push into her body, again and again and again, and even though Annabeth had heard that the pain soon turned to pleasure, that wasn't the case with her. The agony was world-shattering, and she could barely see or think through the thick curtain of torture. Was it because if was forced? Or was there something wrong with her? Something wrong with Jeff? She didn't know.
She didn't know anything anymore.
Meanwhile, Jeff's moans were increasing in volume, and his thrusts were becoming increasingly sloppy, which could on mean one thing - he was reaching his climax. Annabeth wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd first thrust into her, how long it had been since her body had been rocking with his in horrible synchronization, but judging from how exhausted she felt, it had been a considerable amount of time.
All at once, all the tension that had been building up between Annabeth's legs released, and she felt her zone contract tightly, making her wince. Jeff, on the other hand, was apparently experiencing pure bliss, judging from the sounds coming out of his mouth and echoing around the room.
Just when Annabeth's last contraction had stopped, the killer released a loud grunt, and her body involuntarily seized in horror as something warm and thick filled up inside of her. Annabeth knew full well what it was, but no. Just no. Thinking about it would simply drive her mad, there was no point. She refused utterly to consider the occurrence.
Jeff's muscles relaxed and he pulled out, collapsing on top of the girl and knocking the wind out of her. Under different circumstances, Annabeth might've scowled at him, but not now. Right now, her mind was going numb. It was going into survival mode, to block out all the awful things that this filthy son of a bitch had done to her – to keep her sane. Her brain had simply repressed what transpired deep inside her, because it wasn't something Annabeth could handle. It was something her mind couldn't stomach – that Jeff had just raped her.
Low, glee-filled laughter caught Annabeth's attention, and she looked blankly up to see that Jeff was giggling, as he seemed so fond of.
"I told you it wouldn't be so bad, dollface."
Wow….I'll bet that sucked majorly. I know I haven't been updating lately – so sorry! Hands out cookies as compensation
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