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FREYA__08

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DARK SCENES, INCLUDING ABUSE AND NONCONSENT. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

He was going to come for me this night. My body shivered beneath the covers. That man was a lunatic, his wife was already dead.  His grief was no excuse for his sick plan.

My body jerked at the sound of the door clicking open. The moment he appeared, his huge frame covering the doorway, I flinched from the bed. Cold sweats of dread already covering my whole body. 

A hopeless whimper escaped my mouth when he clicked the door shut. His cold blue eyes which seemed darker in the dim lights gazed at him for long moments. 

I prayed in my heart that he was having a change of mind. I should disgust him enough for him to realize that he didn't want this. 

My prayers were not answered, the predatory gleam that made him look like a wolf hunting for its meal made me tremble. 

Maybe if I could make it through the door___escape this room, then__

He noticed the direction of my stare and a sardonic smile etched his features. 

"Remember, if you behave, you'll be fine___ If you don't__" He left his threat hanging and all hopes died within me. 

I couldn't leave the room but__ 

I moved fast, my legs sprinted towards the bathroom, I didn't know how he anticipated it and how he was possibly faster than I was because, in a blur, I was lifted from the ground and was thrown carelessly on his shoulder like a ragged doll.

My feet kicked, and my hands continued to hit every part of me that I could touch. It was all futile. I was held securely in his arms before I was carelessly tossed against the bed I had just escaped from, completely knocking the breath out of me.

I was already tired, and we were barely even started.  

His larger muscular frame covered mine, and next was the loud sound of my clothes ripping. 

"Please don't do this. It's going to hurt." I loathed that all I could do was beg this unforgiven man, but I was completely at his mercy.  He was far too big, too muscular for my smaller frame. He would effortlessly crush me if I tried to fight. 

"Yes, it's going to hurt, but you will take all of it like a good girl, who knows, you might enjoy it for a change in comparison to what your boyfriend could give you." He taunted and anger flared through me. 

"You disgust me! One day I'm going to kill you for this!" I cried. 

My hands were securely pinned above my head, his muscular thigh kept mine trapped. His warm minty breath which fanned my neck was replaced by his mouth. 

His hand touched my breasts, he was making this as long and torturing as he could because why the foreplay?

He could have just performed the deed and allowed it to be over. 

Why did he kiss my chest intimately as though we were__lovers?

"Please no__please stop!"  My cheek was pressed against the bed sheets. My body convulsing with disgust his hands continued to caress my bare skin. 

My pleas followed the harsh sounds of his breaths when his hand wedged under my hips and cupped my sex. 

"No!" I cried out in mortification when I felt a finger dip to touch my opening. 

Why couldn't I just die now?

He started to feel my insides with his finger and then, I heard the sound of his brutal laughter. 

"How come you are wet down here, Freya?"

I burned in mortification and tried to squirm away from him.

"Could it be that you enjoy being overpowered? Being forced like this?" He taunted and my anger flared. 

"No, you bastard rapist! Get off me!" My voice was muffled by the bed and sheets, I wanted to provoke him, maybe he would decide to end everything quickly. 

"I'm sure your wife wouldn't be pleased to know that you're about to fuck her killer under the same roof you shared with her!" I spat.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few degrees. I could feel him stiffen as he suddenly spun me around so that I was on my back. 

The look in his eyes was cold and lethal. As he grasped my neck roughly, threatening to crush the bones, the corners of my eyes leaked with tears.  Tears of relief, and victory, he was going to kill me and finally, all of these would be over. 

One moment, he looked enraged enough to kill, and the next, realization spread through his features and he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.  

His fingers slowly eased their grip on my neck. Why was he letting me go? 

Tears of desperation burned in my eyes. 

"I already told you that I won't kill you just yet, you've got to at least give back one of the things you took from me__ I can promise you that after I'm done with you, you'll wish I killed you today!" 

The tears burning my eyes finally escaped, running down my cheeks. 

I was caged between his legs as he started to take off his shirt,  his upper body was beautifully crafted, with hard muscles and smooth tanned skin, under other circumstances, I might have been thrilled, but right now I wanted to scream out my terror. 

His jeans were next, I jolted at the sound of the zipper, and he gave me a hard look that told me that this was going to happen, and I was helpless to stop him.

Something warm and hard brushed against my thigh. 

His erection. 

I wanted to flinch away from him, but there was nowhere to go. 

As his knees nudged my thighs further apart, I sank my teeth into the muscles of his arm as hard as I could, he cursed aloud before yanking hard on my hair, forcing me to release his flesh. 

His expression was dark and angry, his hand was still fisted around my hair when he shifted his hips a little and used his free hand to guide his manhood toward my opening. 

I gasped when he began to push inside, my body tensed, trying to resist the unfamiliar penetration. I had just one moment to close my eyes when he slammed his hips with a brutal force and swiftness that seized my body in agonizing pain. 

Hot tears burned in my eyes as I clawed at his shoulders, he pulled out halfway before slamming his pelvis forward and entering me once again, each thrust more brutal than the last, forcing me to the very edge of the bed, but the hand of my waist kept yanking me back to meet his cock.

"Please__stop!" I whimpered in agony, the burn of him breaking through my vaginal barrier only grew worse with each movement of his hips. 

I desperately tried to slink away from his grasp, it didn't matter to him that I was pleading and screaming aloud. He seemed to enjoy it, trapping me closer to his body. 

"I will make it more painful the harder you fight!" He growled, his teeth leaving cruel bite marks on my neck and shoulders as though he was repaying me for what I did to him earlier. 

The torment continued, he continued with his furious rhythm, pulling out and thrusting as hard and painful as he could make it.  

"Please!" At this moment, I wished I was dead. It should have been me instead of Ethan.  My body was numb with pain, I could only hear the sickening sounds of his grunts and the noises of his flesh slapping against mine. 

My eyes met his gaze then, there was no lust in it. 

Only undisguised hate and the heat of revenge. 

He was the predator and I was the prey, the hunter, and the hunted. 

He was going to make the torment last for as long as he could. 

Then he thrust into me so hard and deep, I could feel his balls resting flushed against my crevice, I could feel something warm coating my insides before he collapsed on top of me.

And I lay there utterly defeated.