Chapter 7: Mine

I was shocked; he sounded so upset. Was it because I went to Jerry's show without inviting him? It wasn't my place to do so, but I can't dwell on petty shit. Wait— could it be because I slept in Jerry's bed? Shit, I need to get cleaned up and rush to work and tell him everything. I started running at that thought. Once I reached the apartment, the door swung open, revealing Jerry with his unnerving stare. The last fucking person I wanted to see.

"Sweetheart, what a surprise; finished work already?" he asked lazily as he leaned against the doorpost, gazing at me amorously.  

My rage got the better of me, and I aggressively approached him with my finger in his face. I asked with absolute malice while tears ran down my cheeks, "What the fuck did you do to me yesterday?!"

With the speed of a viper, Jerry seized my hand and dragged me into the building, quickly shutting the door. I yelped, trying to shove him away from me, though he speedily trapped me in his arms. As I took a breath to scream, he firmly placed his large hand over my mouth. This monster was extremely strong; I can't fucking move!

“I’m glad you returned my gem; I was starting to feel restless and almost came to find you. I can’t hide these emotions anymore, Laura,” he breathed a trembling breath as he rubbed his face against mine. I tried to squirm myself free, but he only restrained me further, then buried his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent like a demented lunatic. I was nearly beside myself.  

"I only took care of you, my gem, giving you lots of love as I laid you in my bed," Jerry hummed, then kissed my neck, squeezing me tighter against his chest.

I continued to cry, whilst trying to escape, but it was pointless. "I might have toyed with you a bit, but nothing too serious. Although you were so, so tempting sweetheart,” he whispered salaciously with his lips against my ear. “I merely played on the outside, hands and mouth only, and you fucking loved every moment of it." Jerry licked the side of my face, then rested his lips against my temple. I released clamant sobs through my nose trying desperately to escape, but he only laughed at my failed attempts, his lips vibrating against my skin.

"I wanted you for so long, Laura, and you are finally mine. Pity you don't remember last night—but don't worry—I recorded the whole experience," he sang and kissed my neck. This sick bastard is nuts; I must think of something, or else I don’t know what he will do to me.

"You signed a contract stating you belong to me, my gem. I can do to you what I want, when I want and how I want—but I promise to try and take things slowly starting now," he purred and aggressively sucked at my sensitive skin. I was beyond myself, I could fucking swear I felt sharp teeth nipping me.

My thoughts were running over his words; I never signed—my brain halted, and my body followed as realisation hit. "If you behave, my feisty temptress, I will let you go," he cajoled in a whisper as he nibbled my ear. I kept still, but my body was still quaking. "You wasted valuable government resources. There was no need to go to the clinic; I only did unto you what you begged me to," he said smugly before letting my face go.

"It's s-still sexual assault! Y-you touched me without consent, you fucking drugged me!" I wailed as the anger of his injustice shrouded my judgment.

"You signed the contract, giving me the license to do with you what I will," he laughed villainously.

"You tricked me! Why are you doing this? Is this all a fucking joke to you? Is this a hobby of yours, preying on women like a fucking perverted psycho?"

He firmed his hold, and his voice became deadly. "Never, Laura! I am dead serious about you. Where I come from, we believe in fate,” he hissed dangerously. “Did you know the first time I laid my eyes on you three months ago, I wanted you? When you arrived with Jacob, I took it as a sign that my prayers were answered." He kissed my temple and released a growl. A fucking real growl!

"To think I was even considering the possibility of ever giving you a chance, but now I'm going to fucking drag your arse to the police! You'll never get away with this you fucking sicko," I snapped, my temper and lucidity on edge.

"You would never give me a chance! Look at how you rejected my offer in front of hundreds, making me the punchline of something that was not meant to be a joke! I even asked you again, but you still rejected me; hence, I took matters into my own hands." Jerry kissed my collarbone sensually, then sniffed me again like a fucking animal. It was like he was struggling to contain his emotions, and every time he smelled or touched me he was able to keep his composure.

"You can bring in the feds, but the video of our frivolous evening and the contract you signed is only going to nullify everything. Unless you wish to take me to court. Oh, but you don't have the finances or contacts for that, do you? You are completely alone my gem."

It fucking stung me, that last sentence; indeed, I was alone. Though I have Jacob and Bethany, I'd never drag them into this mess. I needed to find a way to get away from this insane lunatic as soon as possible. I will have to try and play along—if my nerves will allow it. I relaxed my body in his hold to show I submitted. "If I willingly try to get to know you better, you will respect me and not touch me again until I am ready for our relationship to grow to that level?"

"Hmm, like how a newly blooming couple would be?" Jerry gruffed excitedly groping my body.

"Yes, please just stop!" I cried.

"You will acknowledge me as your lover?"

"Yes, just be a respectful partner," I begged as the tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that sweetheart," he husked and flipped me around to face him. "Now let's share a kiss to conclude this mutual agreement," Jerry said as he cupped the side of my face.

"I d-did not brush my teeth," I stammered.

"I know, I saw your dry unused toothbrush, but it does not bother me," he sneered.

"What—," but I could not finish expressing my disgust as Jerry latched himself to my lips, and hungrily started kissing me. His teeth aggressively clashed against mine as he tried to pry my mouth open. I had no choice. I have to play along. I reluctantly granted him entry, he hummed and his grotesque tongue wasted no time to fill my mouth, rubbing itself against every possible surface. It was sickening, I felt humiliated and tarnished. The noises he made were somewhat deranged; he started groping my body with much need. Oh please let this stop. I can't endure this anymore! I cried my plea repeatedly in my mind until I felt my mouth hollow once more as my ravisher retreated his portly tongue.

He looked at me with dilated pupils, his breathing strained, his hands travelled to my glutes, and he pressed himself against me. "Fuck, I've been dreaming about this for months! Can you see, no, no." He stopped and pressed himself hard against me and groaned, "Can you feel what you do to me, sweetheart?"

I nodded not being able to look into his eyes, feeling shame and repulsion, shouting in the back of my mind. This is the third man I ever kissed, but it was nauseating. This monster is not going to stop at only a kiss or be content by holding hands. He won't stay true to his word. Tears started flowing down my cheeks, and I felt his warm tongue lapping my face.

"Don't be scared, I promise it will get better, my chosen,” Jerry coaxed, his voice sounding different, deeper and gravelly. “If my prayers are answered, hopefully, you will feel endearment towards me. Once we complete the mating process, you will love me," Jerry purred and continued to kiss my temple and tried to dry my never-ending tears.

"Mating? We are not animals," I cried, appalled.

"You'd be surprised once you get to know me better, and I'll conjure that naughty beastie out of you," he laughed gutturally.

"Please, can I get ready? I have to go to work, I accepted your terms," I asked helplessly.

"Of course, sweetheart, but remember you are mine, my mat—girl, no other man is to touch you. Am I clear?" Jerry decreed lethally.

"Yes," I fearfully answered in almost a whisper.

He nuzzled me like a fucking dog and released another growl before letting me go. I swear if I heard it in a dark alley somewhere, I would have thought it was a real animal. It terrified me, I'm sure he was fucking possessed by a dog demon thing.

I rushed for my bag, which was now in his room, half of my items had been packed out. I grabbed new clothes and a white scarf, then ran for the bathroom. I looked at myself and saw the new large bruise on my neck—fuck! It looked so tacky and tramp-like. I wasted no time; I yanked off my clothes and opened the faucet. Although the water was still ice cold, I did not care; I immediately washed and scrubbed myself until my skin felt raw and sensitive.

     I felt dirty and defiled. I continued to lament in the shower. Yes, I had a shit childhood, and I can usually handle anything that is thrown at me—but this? This is a new low, it's indescribable. I feel humiliated, powerless and disgusted. I blame myself though. I should never have gone with him alone. I probably deserve it. My parents were right to invest in my brother. I'm not strong or capable enough to make the right decisions. I am probably destined to never reach my goals and make my dreams come true. Why can I never get a break?