Broken

...Ninth Part: Krad...

I steered off the sidewalk to sit against the wall of a building, pulling my knees up to my chest and burying my face in my arms, intent on staying that way until I cooled down again.

Dark came and sat down beside me – he didn't say anything, didn't touch me; just sat there with me.

"You have no idea what it was like..." I choked, and still Dark didn't utter a single word.

. . .

I was terrified.

He shoved me down flat on the table and wouldn't let me up. I clenched my legs together and tightly closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him. He grabbed my wrists. "No!" I yelped, beginning to struggle. I tried vainly to wrench my arms from his grasp, but my wretched, unhealthy, feeble state couldn't at all compare to the effortless strength of the other. "Please don't..." I squeaked, but he ignored me, strapping first one wrist and then the other to the table.

"Shut up and open your eyes, bitch," he growled.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes again, staring up at the copper pipes running along the ceiling. I fought off a whine when he touched me. I would never forget what his hands felt like. My chest convulsed in silent sobs, and I felt my body start to react to what he was doing to it.

"Stop..." I pleaded as he continued to toy with me. "...please...!" I pulled at the restraints on my wrists but they wouldn't budge.

I felt his mouth on my erection and I cringed in disgust. Raperaperaperaperape!! And this wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last, either, because I was going to live through this round.

"Get away from me you filthy bastard!" I lost it. I kicked as hard as I could – and screamed when he bit me. Tears flowed freely across my face, now, dripping into my ears and my hair. As if biting me hadn't been enough, he unstrapped me from the table and pushed me to the ground, putting a heavy boot to my back when I tried to get back up and make a run for the stairs on the opposite side of the room. By my ankle, he dragged me farther away from my only escape route, stepping on my back so I wouldn't try again. "Let me go!" I wailed, clawing at the ground in a desperate attempt to pull free.

"Not a chance."

I wrapped my arms around my head for a very false sense of security. It hurt. Everything hurt. And my ankle was sprained now as well.

Right there on the floor, he turned me onto my back again, prying my thighs apart with his thick fingers. Kneeling on my legs temporarily to hold them open, he unfastened his pants. I couldn't look. As he thrust mercilessly into me, I felt something tear. Blood trickled down my thighs. I was in pain. And whoever this was just kept insisting on inflicting more and more...

When he was done with me, I was flung back into the concrete room. I just lay there on the ground, shuddering, sobbing, and bleeding until I finally passed out into the darkness of temporary freedom from it all.

. . .

Finally, Dark did something. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close to him. Gently. He still didn't find anything to say, but at least he was there, and he may not know anything about my situation – healed, but still broken – but he was still there to pick up the pieces when they all fell apart.

I didn't think I'd ever be able to live without him anymore. My enemy... yeah, right...

He finally spoke. "We should probably go home."

I shook my head 'No', and another sob dislodged itself from my throat. "Not yet..."

"Okay..." Dark whispered.