Chapter 37

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Hi guys! Wattpad updated my draft yesterday and I didn't even know about it until I saw the comments. Well I've finished the chapter! It continues where I left off yesterday :) Enjoy!

"Wakie wakie, Hayhay, we're home," whispered a disgustingly sugary voice.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that it had just been the worst nightmare ever. A finger prodded my stomach and I pulled my feet closer to me.

"I know you're awake," Nicholas sang and I felt his breath on my cheek. I tightened myself into a ball and rocked myself back and forth.

Don't come nearer. Don't touch me. Get away from me.

I screamed but it just wouldn't get out- it stayed stuck in my mind.

His hand suddenly closed in on my wrist and with a whimper, I was thrown out of the van, my other arm cradling my head in an attempt to stop the impact of the hard cold ground. All the air in my lungs was knocked out and I couldn't breathe anymore.

Nicholas loomed over me, grinning cynically and reached down for my arm again. I didn't get the time to breath in as he ripped me off the ground and pulled me roughly.

I lifted my head to scream at him to stop but the sight in front of me  stopped me. Hell. That's what I saw when my gaze fell on the prison-like gate and the dark castle behind it. All hope that I would be saved or be able to run away was crushed and destroyed. There was no way out.

"Open," Nicholas barked at his two men standing besides the big door. His grip on my wrist tightened so much that my eyes rolled back in pain, gasping at the cut in blood flow.

"S-stop," I gasped. His head slowly turned towards me and he grinned widely.

"Am I hurting you?" He smiled and my eyes widened in fear. He didn't even let me answer him- he just pulled me through the door. I blindly stumbled behind him as he headed into the maze of corridors. He seemed to know every crook and cranny as he wove in and out of the rooms.

I didn't have any strength left, my breath harsh and my legs limp. I closed my eyes and heard a door open. I was pulled in roughly and before I could open my eyes, his hands clamped down on my waist to throw me in the air.

With a shriek, I landed on a soft bed.

My heart raced in horror when he climbed on top of me. What is he doing? An uncomfortable and foreboding feeling crept up my spine.

I flinched as he swept a strand of my hair away from my eyes.

He smiled creepily, "So how about we start from where we left off?"

I pushed at his shoulders to get him away from me and shook my head, "What do you mean?"

"Aw, you act so innocent- I wonder if  I can bring out the cattiness out of you?"

I wanted to gag at his words but I didn't have the strength to. "Huh?" I murmured sleepily and didn't notice his hand slowly creeping under my shirt.

He grinned knowingly, "Don't worry, your daddy won't be there to interrupt us again."

A small part of my heart chipped away and my eyes filled up with tears. I wanted to fight so hard- to break this man like he had broken me but I could only twitch my finger. I gulped, why couldn't I move?

"It's okay, the drug will wear off after we're done having the times of our life," he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it behind him.

My heart pounded. Drugs? When had he drugged me? Was that why I couldn't move?

I could only stare horrified when he took my limp hands and pushed them above my head. He started removing my jacket and moved on to my shirt. No! Get away from me!

A tear slipped from my eye, the only part of my body that I could move.

His hands crept up my stomach and I screamed inwardly when he reached my bra straps. Stop it, please stop it. My insides churned in fear and panic. Stop touching me. I pleaded and squeezed my eyes shut. My heart thudded loudly, my blood whirled around and I felt dizzy.

He groaned and unclasped it before standing up. A small breath of relief came out of my mouth but to my horror, he was pulling off his pants. He looked up and smiled at me, my fear heightening ten fold and the urge to scream overpowered me.

He was only in his boxers when he crawled back on me. No. No. Get away from me.

His fingers caught the zipper of my jeans and he slowly pulled on it. My vision clouded and I gasped out tears, "S-stop."

"Loosen up and enjoy this," he whispered, my stomach churned at his words. With a tug, the jeans swiped off my legs and I was completely bare-skinned except for my underwear.

I feel so crude, vile, disgusting. I'm going to be raped.

The thought hit me hard and I couldn't breathe. I'm going to be raped. By my ex-boyfriend.

He knelt down and smashed his lips against mine, cutting off my air circulation and bruising my unmoving lips. He groaned and climbed on top of me. Stop it. I screamed. Stop it. Stop touching me.

Nobody heard my prayers. Nobody opened the door. Nobody was there.

That was until my finger twitched.

I hoped to God that my voice worked. I hoped to God that someone would hear me.

So when Nicholas hooked his finger under my pantie and made a move to pull it down, I opened my mouth.

And I screamed the loudest scream ever.


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