fiddleford pov:
ford has been different the last few days, remembering to eat, to sleep. looking at me too long, not as hyper fixated on things as he has always been. a slight gravel to his voice. his questions about my past, never ending. his lingering glances.
"hey im going for the night, see you tomorrow ford." i say looking over at ford, hes writing something down and his hand suddenly stops. i dont think anything of it as i reach the door and i hear him follow me.
his six fingered hand keeping the door shut, his hand just above my shoulder. i turn to look at him curious as to what hes doing.
his other hand roughly grabs my chin and tilts my face up. his lips, dry, roughly press against mine as he kisses me. i pull back from the sudden kiss.
"the hell ford?" i say as my hand moves with a mind of its own, slapping him across the face. his glasses askew on his face as his cheek sports a handprint from the force. my hand goes to my mouth as i bite back tears. how could he just do that to me, not paying attention to any of my cues the last few years. i told him how i felt and he said he wasnt interested, that was two years ago.
"im leaving now ford." i say the hurt and slight bitterness very evident in my voice as i shove his hand off the door. he grabs the back of my neck and turns me around to face him, his grip tight.
"funny did i say that you could?" ford says not a drop of humor in his voice, his normally deep brown eyes, a slightly softer caramel color.
i try to shove him back but he doesn't budge, only seems to get closer. "well that was stupid of you fiddleford." he says as he roughly grabs my wrist pinning it behind my back as he spins me around.
he shoves me into the door, i yelp in pain as i collide with the door. his free hand locking the door, including the deadbolt. "now heres what's going to happen, you are going to be absolutely quiet. a single sound out of you, and well-" he cuts himself off by chuckling to himself and imbedding a knife into the door inches from my face.
his lips brushing against my ear his voice low and sending shivers down my spine. "it that clear?" he asks, i nod quickly. he lets my wrist go. "the shirt. take it off." he says his hand resting on the knife in the door.
i do as he says, my mind trying to wake me up. my shaky hands slowly pulling my shirt off.
"now the pants. remove them." he demands as he grabs a fist full of my hair and keeping me from looking at him, but making me look at the knife.
my pants fall as i fell him push up against me. his hard length pressing up against me, my heart skips a beat. "..." i look at his reflection in the knife, a smirk on his face as i try to shake my head.
"did i ask a fucking question?" he growls raising his voice, i flinch and squeeze my eyes shut shaking my head slowly.
"underwear off, now. then you are going to turn around." he lets go of my hair as i follow his orders, my heart racing in my chest.
"good, now my pants." he orders my hands shake as i do as im told. his pants barely fall before he turns me around forcefully, but not before i notice he wasnt wearing anything under his pants.
my face goes pale as i sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep quiet. with zero prep, and utter brute force, the shoves his hard length all the way in, both his hands on my hips. tears form in the corners of my eyes.
ford pulls out just as rough as he entered, he brings a firm hand swiftly to my ass, slapping me hard. the sound of it ringing in my ears, barely able to register the slap, he thrusts all the way in my ass again and a muffled cry escapes my throat. one of his hand grabs my throat and pulls me backwards, his grip making it hard to breathe.
"what did i fucking say, not a sound." he growls before pulling my head to the right and sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck, as he continues to thrust into me. tears begin to slide down my cheeks as he bites harder still.
i feel my skin tear open and my breath catches. satisfied he puts his lips next to my ear. "next time it will be the fucking knife, that was the last warning." he growls as the cold air stings my neck.
tears stream down my face as my body reacts to his touch, to his body. his harsh words, his threats, his voice.
my knees give out under me as i bite my lip hard enough i begin bleeding there. "such a filthy, fucking, slut cuming when ive only started fucking you." he growls and pulls out, slapping my ass again.
i fall to my knees facing away from him and cross my hands across my chest and hold my shoulders, my forehead inches from the door. "turn around." he demands raising his voice. "mouth open now."
i obey and he thrust his hard length into my mouth. hand on my head, he bobs my head back and fourth shoving his cock down my throat with each pass. gagging i push back against his hand. he thrusts forward hard, grabbing a solid fist full of my hair and pulling hard on it.
"gag on my cock all you want, its not going to deter me." he growls. he pulls out just enough for me to catch a small breath.
he groan slightly with pleasure as he continues to use me. his cock in my throat as he thrusts quick and slightly deeper each time forcing me to take each and every inch. he moans as he cums down the back of my throat. he pulls out and tilts my face up to look at his face. i gasp as i struggle to catch my breath.
"go clean the fuck up in the shower." he spits out his voice like venom.
my clothes in a pile on the bathroom counter with my glasses. the bathroom door locked. the shower on the water scalding my skin as i sit on the floor. my arms wrapped around my head, my head on my knees. the water running pink down the drain as it mixes with the blood. a throbbing pain in my ass. sobbing as quietly as i can, i try to clear my head.
how could he force himself on me like that? how could he say those things to me? why would he?
next thing i know the water is ice cold, and a soft knock on the bathroom door makes me jump. my heart skips a beat and my pulse quickens.
"fidd, are you ok?" ford asks his voice muffled.
i stare at the door, peaking out from behind the shower curtain. the door still locked, a towel stuffed at the bottom of the door to block his prying eyes, just in case.
i slowly shut off the water and realize im shivering. "g-go away f-ford." i stammer out quietly.
i listen closely as i hear him walk away from the door. i get up as quickly as my sore and cold body will allow me to, grabbing a fresh towel to dry off.
i glance at the clock on the bathroom wall once i put my glasses on, its past midnight. i must have passed out in the shower, its been three hours since i practically ran in here.
i slowly get the rest of my clothes on only looking in the mirror to put a bandage on my neck. my lips were nearly blue, my bottom lip swollen and a fragile scab having formed. small cuts at the corners of my mouth, from being forcefully stretched open so rough. a large bite mark on my neck, deep and trying to start healing. dark circles under my eyes as my wet hair drips occasionally onto my shirt.
i listen at the door for a minute before i open it slowly. i make my way carefully down the hall. i reach the front door, the knife gone, as well as the mess of bodily fluids. i freeze as a hand touches my shoulder.
"you are freezing fidd." ford says from beside me and i stiffen. my breathing shallow.
"p-please n-no." i whisper as tears slowly threaten to fall again, i can see ford looking at my face from the corner of my eye.
"whats wrong fidd?" he asks concern lacing his voice as he pulls me into a hug. i dont move frozen solid into place, his arms around me. tears suddenly pouring anew as he searches my face with his dark brown eyes.
"c-can i-i leave now?" i ask quietly through my tears. he lets me go and pats my shoulder causing me to wince.
"are you hurt?" he asks and i glare at him through my tears. "fidd, did i do something wrong?" he asks sounding increasingly concerned, as he reaches out to me again. i take a step back and bump into a table.
looking down at it, my car keys, i grab them. "you think? d-dont touch me stanford." i say firmly only stumbling my words once despite my tears, hurt lacing my voice. my throat incredibly sore as well, i make a face at the pain.
"fidd, wait what did i do?" he asks his face showing pain at my words and tone.
i inch around the table keeping my distance from him. "you hurt me stanford." i say wiping my tears and my shirt shifts on my neck showing the large bandage on my neck. i watch his eyes flick to my neck and i cover it with one hand as i continue backing up to the front door.
"was that my doing, your neck?" ford asks stepping closer to me. i reach the door and open it. "quit playing stupid, y-you know what you d-did to me." i stammer and slam the door after finally stepping outside.