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The TV flickered to my left with pictures that I couldn’t focus on and had grown numb to. The idle chittering of the contestants on the reality show nipped at my ears as I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling. There were twenty inset lights above me. I’d counted them, as well as anything else I could count to pass the time.
The second week had inched by with barely a thing to amuse me. My phone hadn’t been returned when I came home, and there were no other online accessible devices in the apartment. All I had was the TV and the chirpy people on it, with their lack of problems. I reached for the remote and flicked through the channels, groaning as nothing took my fancy, throwing the remote to the side in a huff.
The door opened, and I sat up, ready to accost Maeve to find any news from the outer world. Maybe even ask about Alec...
My eyes widened as Harold stood there, the door closing behind him and locking with a heart-skipping click.
What the hell was he doing there?
‘You shouldn’t be here,’ I said, my pulse thrumming in my neck as he walked toward me.
‘What’s a few days amongst fiancés?’ Harold said, his face pulling into a saccharine grin. ‘It’s my apartment, after all.’
He loosened his tie, his chunky fingers dragging at it until it lay limply around his neck. When he sat down heavily on the sofa next to me, I scooted to the left, making a space between us.
‘You are supposed to leave me alone until the wedding.’
‘Indeed. But seeing as you’ve been whoring yourself out to the help, I thought you weren’t one for rules.’
‘It wasn’t like that.’ My words were forced, anger burning in my chest, but I knew it wasn’t safe for me to step out of line. I didn’t doubt that he’d hit me again.
‘I don’t blame you. Your mother was just the same. It’s in your blood. But look where it got her. Take it as a warning. I will not tolerate cheating. Seek your pleasure elsewhere, and you’ll end up without the organs to feel pleasure. Fuck with me, and you might well end up in a shallow grave.’ His words were soft, almost loving as he reached out and petted my thigh, sending waves of nausea running through me.
My body froze as he pushed his hand between my thighs, stroking upward until he cupped me, his body pressing against my side as he breathed against my ear. Repulsion made me tremble, made me want to reach out and tear his face right from his skull. ‘This is mine. no one will even touch your cunt again. I’ll fuck you when and how I please, and you’ll thank me every time.’
A sob choked me as he added more pressure, grinding his fingers against my leggings.
‘I can feel your heat, Esther. You are going to be a fine little fuck. Ah, and look, tears too.’ He leant to the side and licked his way up my cheek, catching the escaping tear and moaning in a way that turned my stomach. I needed to get away. I needed help. ‘My favourite.’
‘Stop,’ I whispered.
‘No,’ he said, rubbing at me in a way that made me want to curl into a corner and cry.
‘Please. I don’t want it like this.’ I screwed my eyes closed as he shifted his weight against me, his hard cock thrusting meekly into my thigh.
‘I’m not sure how much you don’t understand that I don’t care what you want. I take what I want. You will give it willingly, or unwillingly. It makes no difference. If you struggle, I’ll have you chained wide. If you cry, it’ll only make my dick harder. if I want you to, you’ll drop to your knees at a click of my fingers and swallow me down no matter who I’m in a meeting with.’ His fingers pressed harder against me, making me squirm in pain. ‘Even in front of your own fucking brothers. And you’ll do it or face the consequences.’
How was I supposed to survive him? Everything about him made me feel sick. I was supposed to be getting him to sleep with me, so I could pretend the baby was his, but even the thought of it made me want to jump from the balcony.
‘Does that feel good, Esther?’ he said, continuing the painful pressure against me.
‘No,’ I said.
He pushed me over so that I was squashed beneath him on the sofa, his skin sticky and gross and his weight pinning me to the fabric. I squeaked as he slapped me hard across the face, my head spinning.
Then, his other hand was under my leggings, digging at me with uncut nails and pained strokes.
Writhing and bucking, I tried to free myself from him, fear causing me to lose any sense of self-preservation. I needed him off.
I screamed for help, hoping that someone on the other side of the door would burst in and save me. ‘Help! Please!’
No one appeared. Another sharp crack to my cheek brought another wave of tears before he forced his fingers inside me, dragging another great sob from me. Everything hurt, but the terror was crushing, outweighing it all.
‘You should count yourself lucky that I’m pleasing you. I could just fill you with my dick.’ His breath was ragged as I continued to try to get him off of me. ‘You should thank me.’
Another crack to my face, this time catching me at the temple, left me reeling, my eyesight blurring as pain blossomed behind my ear. It rendered me stunned back against the sofa as he tugged at my trousers, the distant sound of his belt opening and his zip undoing. No. I tried to move but couldn’t, my limbs sluggish to respond.
He thrust my legs apart and knelt between them, reaching for me and roughly shoving his fingers inside. ‘You’re still dry. This will hurt.’
