He pushed her onto the bed forcefully even though her tears rolled down like a cascade and her cry filled his ears like a rhythm to sad music.
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“Please,” she pleaded in her frail voice. She had been running from him for almost an hour and within that period, he had lashed her with his belt buckle, landing heavily on every part of her body. On times that he had taken a break from using the bet, he had used his punch, landing it labouriously on her belly.
“Please!” she pleaded again in a soft cry. She had lost her strength as she lay on the bed, almost lifeless.
“Shut up!” he yelled as he undid his jeans buttons and pulled them down his legs. He stepped out of the jeans before leaning forward, a little bit down so he could pull down her pants as well.
As she had no strength within her, she couldn’t fight him so she just let him while she sobbed quietly. Her eyes were swollen, the bridge of her nose was broken, her stomach was sore, aching so badly and the side of her head had a drip of blood strolling down to her neck.
She was a mess, his mess; a mess he made of her, and for him, he was having fun.
Jordan pulled down her panties as well so that now, her private area was revealed and a broad smile played on his lips as he gawked happily at her down part.
Laura managed to slowly lift her hands which hurt so badly to cover up herself but Jordan flung her hands impatiently as he slowly walked his finger to her vulva, playing with her lips. She groaned softly but that only made him lower his head on her.
He kissed her vulva roughly, playing with her clit with his tongue.
“Aren’t I just a good person? I take your pleasure quite seriously,” he said with an annoying smile on his face as he worked with his tongue, looking up at her face.
She was in pain, she was in so much agony that she could not feel a thing. Her hair had glued on her face with the sweat oozing out of her pores. Her soul had been taken away and her body was the only thing present on the bed.
He then raised his body to her upper part, tearing her shirt off, revealing her just-blossoming boobs. He fondled them aggressively before penetrating her roughly below.
As he penetrated, a loud cry erupted from her throat which was accompanied by a slow stream of blood from her private part.
“Oh, you’re so tight!” Jordan said as he made two rough thrusts, digging his nails into her sweat-damped hair.
“Oh, sweet Jesus. You are so tight. So firm around my cock!” he mumbled as he made several rough thrusts inside her, ignoring her pain and her cry.
He went deeper inside her, causing intense pain that caused Laura to grip the bedspread painfully. He went harder and faster, ignoring the increased pitch of her cry.
Then soon, he came undone…inside her.
“Ooff!” he sounded as he let out a deep breath, panting heavily while he still lay above her.
She was soaked in her blood, tears, and sweat while she reeked of the same sex___more like sexual assault.
She had been sharing her story in the gathering for the past two weeks and in this week’s edition, it was much more emotional for her than it had ever been.
Her voice trailed off in a soft sob and even though she tried to blink back the tears so she wouldn't ruin her makeup, she still couldn't help it.
The memories flooded in all over again and even though it all happened decades ago, it still didn't help decrease the level of pain she felt in her heart.
“Take your time, Mrs Maclay,” the ladies in the gathering said as the lady sitting right beside her tried to comfort her by patting her shoulder.
Laura nodded as she feigned a smile.
“It's all fine,” she said as she looked at the ladies with a tear-stained face. “I guess,” she added with a light chuckle.
“But who was he?” a young lady asked out of nowhere and the rest of the ladies shot her a read-the-room glance.
“He was the true reason behind my tattoos,” she started as she rolled her sleeves up to reveal her tattoos. A butterfly with a bold blue-colored semicolon drawing as the butterfly’s thorax and as the butterfly’s head was the medusa’s head.
“He was my stepfather.” she continued after a short pause. “He used to be so good to me and my mum when my mum was alive which was why I insisted on staying back with him after she died only to use me as his sex toy, his punching bag, and his slave!”
“I’m so sorry,” they all said with pity on their faces.
They had all gone through one or two things but they never stopped feeling pity for each other.
Laura joined the class after she felt she had been able to work on herself alone and just needed to perfect it all by joining the class. The class had been of immense help to her and she couldn't thank them enough.
“I’m glad you have healed.”
“Oh, I have!” she said with a broad and proud smile.
This is my submission to the Inleo prompt suggestion for the month of May. The topic is "Tattoo, Body art.....". You can join here. This is the calendar
