Whisper Of A Past Pain (Part Two)

Nightfall had set. The lovers took shelter, from the cold darkness. There was an undeniable attraction to him. The way he laughed, the way he touched her face. As if to say, you are mine. She felt a sense of protection. Nothing bad will ever happen to her again. Not while she had him, forever protected. He placed both of his soft warm hands on her face. Cupping, staring into her eyes. Amy felt helpless. As if she wanted him then and now. He kissed her ever so softly on the forehead. As a parent would do to a child. As a perpetrator would do to his pray before the slaughter. But Amy didn't see it as that. All Amy could feel was the burning desire to have him. All to herself.

He lifted her up on the kitchen bench. Kissing her lips passionately, naturally. His arms engulfed her. Warming her cold heart. Amy felt that she could love him. That she could trust again. That she could trust herself again. There kissing became intense. As their bodies warmed up. Stumbling to the bed, while remaining to kiss. They began to undress each other. Amy was overpowered with urges. Making it to the bed, he pushed her hard. Falling onto the bed, Amy was fearful for a split second, the push was forceful. He didn't mean it, he is just overwhelmed with feelings of lust. Amy repeats in her head. She was only young, had been in a long-term relationship, where she was forced upon almost daily. Flashes of that torture, rocketed across her eyes. As if she was back in that room , back with her childhood abuser.

No.

Amy refuses to be that victim anymore. She is a strong woman. Amy tried to get off the bed. Saying no. She did not like the force. She did not want to do this anymore. She was not comfortable with his intentions.

Unfortunately, Amy would be that victim one more time.

He pushed her back down on the bed. Harder than before. But he falls down with her. On top of her. Pinning her to the bed. She said no several times. He laughed in her face. It wasn't the sweet, amazing laugh she had experienced with him before. This laugh was cold and bitter. With essences of crazy thrown in there. He was possessed, taken over by desire. He had to have her. He wasn't listening to her. She pleaded with him. He ripped off her pants and underwear. Unbuckling his belt. Pushing her on her side. One single tear escaped her eye. She tried to hold it back. Not giving him the satisfaction of her sadness. He forced himself in her. Biting her tongue to deal with the pain. He dominated her. Telling her how she was meant to feel. Telling her she better enjoy it. Pulling out, he pushed her onto her stomach. Smacking her ass so hard. She cried out in pain. Biting down on her hand. Biting so hard that she drew blood. The taste of metallic overwhelming her oral sensations.  He forced himself inside her again. But this time in a different end. Never experiencing this, nor did she want to. Crying into her bed. Tears streaming down her face. Muffling her screams in her blanket. After what felt like hours, he flipped her back over unto her back, for one last violation. She covered her face. Not wanting to look at her perpetrator. He slapped her stomach, legs and hands. Hitting her hands away. He yelled at her to open her eyes. Demanding she enjoy every moment. Demanding to dry her eyes.

Finally, he finished.