Trigger Warning - SA

I slept peacefully the entire night.

I woke up to the knocking on the door. Soon after, the two maids slipped in. Once again, they began dressing me. They combed my knotted hair as they gossiped over me.

"Did you see the man upstairs?"

"He was missing his tongue!"

I tried to hold back my smile, luckily I was able to do so.

I spoke up, innocently, "What is it that I am getting ready for?"

The older maid looked down as she applied my makeup, "You are to eat breakfast with Mister Hank."

I rolled back my eyes with a disgusted scoff.

Soon, the ladies zipped me up into a tiny white dress, it barely covered my ass cheeks.

Are you kidding me? He's making me wear this shit at fucking 7am?

They slid 6-inch heels on my feet. And now that I looked like a proper hooker, they guided me out the door.

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"Dollface, how did you sleep?" Hank asked, in a surprisingly good mood this morning.

I tried to give a smile, "Like a baby."

The smile actually wasn't hard to fake when I thought back to the activities which occurred last night.

He sighed, "That's good to hear, considering what happened last night." He ran his fingers through his graying hair.

I furrowed my brows, "What happened last night?" I asked so innocently.

He huffed once again and looked to his drink in his hand, "Two of my investors got into an argument, one killed the other."

"Oh. That isn't good."

He smirked, "Don't worry, Sugar, it's to be expected when you go into business with men like me." He mansplains as if i'm not an assassin in the very same business.

The urge to roll my eyes was hard to restrain.

I just nodded back to him.

"You know, white is a good color on you. Makes you look so pure and innocent, Baby. But you're not so innocent are you?"

I was ready to leave the table. The way his eyes stared at two particular parts of my body made my stomach turn and I couldn't stomach to force any more of the breakfast in front of me down.

He continued talking, "I bet you have the dirtiest tho-"

So I glanced at the glass of red wine in front of me and reached for my fork, "accidentally" spilling the entire contents of the glass on myself. It soaked through my pure-white dress.

I gasped for dramatic effect, doing whatever possible to get him to change the subject.

The maids rushed to my side, picking me up from the table. "I should get changed," I said to him as he watched me leave, his hands clasped together.

The maids brought me back and began to run a bath for me. And with that, they left. I heard the closing of my bedroom door behind them.

I washed my skin, scrubbing the red sticky ness off my hands. Some of it even found its way into my hair.

How disgus-

I heard the door reopen.

Perhaps the maids came back in to dress me back up. I continued scrubbing my skin, unbothered.

But the footsteps that came to the door were more solid, and there were only two. I began to lift myself out of the tub, taking the towel beside me and securing it around my wet body.

"Hello?"

The door knob turned, revealing Hank, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "Hi, Dollface."

"W-What are you doing in here?" I tried to hide the anger in my blood with my acting.

He took a few steps closer to my drilling form, "Just wanted to check in on you, see if you managed to clean yourself all up." He ran a finger down my clean shoulder. I held back a disgusted shudder.

I faked a small smile, "Well, I'm all good." I said in a tone to get him to leave me alone. He did not.

"Well, now that i'm here. I can give you what you've been wanting, can't I?" He smiles as he leans in to breathe in the scent of my neck.

"What is it that I want?" I asked, confused.

He began to kiss my neck with his slimy, disgusting tongue.

GrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGross.

I thought I could bear it if that was all he did. But he began to pull on my towel.

"Hank, I-" I pulled back of the towel, trying to take it from his hands.

He yanked it off, "Come on, Doll, like when you were younger."

I thought I was going to be sick. Hank seemed to have that effect on me.

"No, No." He began groping my chest, harshly.

I pushed against him, "Stop." He didn't, instead he shoved me into the counter, pinning me down.

I swear to God if this man does not get off of me. I gave him another chance. I didn't want to ruin my chances of being on his good side. But I couldn't let him do this to me again.

"Hank, get off!" and once again, he didn't listen. So I cocked back my arm and through my fist into his jaw which went sideways with a crack.

"You bitch, I was going to be gentle!" He began wrapping one hand around my throat, not at all sexy. He squeezed until the skin underneath ached as the other hand unbuckled his belt.

My mind screamed for me to do something as I scrambled beneath him. I had no weapon due to the entire place being Psycho-proofed.

I looked behind me to the mirror, not excited for what I had to do.

I slammed my fist into the mirror, the shards breaking into a million pieces. I grabbed the largest one and shoved it towards Hank.

My aim was off, due to the lack of oxygen. The glass stuck out of his shoulder and he fell back into the wall behind him.

"You fucking bitch!" He screamed, clutching his shoulder as his blood spurted out, soaking the floor of the bathroom. He tried to come at me again, but slipped in the spill.

He laid on the ground, still cursing me. I took the chance to run away. Before I could take another step out, his hand wrapped around my ankle, yanking me to the ground with him. I also slipped in his blood.

He brought me down with him and pinned me with his body. He yanked out the shard of glass, which hadn't gone that deep into his skin.

"For that, your little boyfriend is dead."

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a/n: IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE

it's been like two weeks ik i'm sorry baes.

u can kick me if u want 😣

one kick each

i accept my fate