22. Luella
Chapter 22
Luella
“ C olton...” I scramble away from the bed, not wanting to give him any opportunity to corner me. “This is getting out of hand.”
Colton grips my wrist and tugs me against him, walking me to the wall. He backs me against it, his breath hot on my face. His eyes are wild, swirling with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.
“I told you I’d show you what it means to be obsessed,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that seems to vibrate through me. “You’ll know soon enough, Mary.”
My heart hammers in my chest, but I force myself to meet his gaze, to show him that I'm not afraid. Or at least, not as afraid as he wants me to be. I can smell his cologne, a mix of spice and something darker, almost like a storm brewing. It’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once.
“You don't need to show me; I can already see how twisted you are.” I spit in his face and knee him in the balls, lunging for the open door.
Suddenly, white hot pain screams across my scalp as Colton grabs my hair in a fist, yanking me backward. The air is knocked out of me when I hit the floor, and I gasp for breath.
“You think you’re so strong,” he continues, his lips curling into a smirk. “But you’re not stronger than me.” He drags me to my feet by my hair, and I scream in agony.
I summon every ounce of defiance I have and shove against his chest, but he’s a wall of muscle. His hand snaps around my wrist, twisting just enough to send a jolt of pain up my arm. He presses me back against the wall, his body flush against mine, trapping me.
“You’re mine, Mary. When are you going to understand that? You can’t run from me.” His voice is a dark whisper, like a secret shared in the cover of night.
“I’ll never be yours,” I snap back, my voice laced with venom. But he only seems amused, his lips curving into a cold smile. His groin is thrusting against mine, refusing to give me an inch.
“You already are, whether you admit it or not.” His grip tightens, his breath hot against my skin as he leans in closer. I can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against my chest.
I want to be sick.
He starts to taunt me, his voice dripping with dark seduction. “You’re hiding secrets, aren’t you?” His fingers trail down my cheek, his touch sending an unwanted shiver down my spine. “You wanted to tell me everything, back at the cabin. You’re not here by accident. I wonder…”
He’s taunting me, the bastard.
I grit my teeth, refusing to let him break me. My mind races, trying to come up with a plan, a way out, but his presence is overwhelming, consuming. I can taste the fear in the back of my throat, metallic and bitter. Years of training, and here I am, pressed up against the fucking wall by him . Maybe I can’t overpower him because I’m scared of him? There has to be a reason, I’m strong, physically. I made sure of it.
“Look at you, thinking about how you can overpower me.” Colton chuckles. “You won’t. But you can try.”
I try to lift my knee, but he shoves himself against me, tutting. He presses me harder against the wall, his hands roaming over my body in a way that makes my skin crawl. I struggle against him, trying to push him away, but he’s too strong.
“You like fighting, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice laced with dark amusement. “It makes this more fun for me.”
I fucked him willingly. Now he’s going to….
“Colton, don’t do this.”
My pulse quickens as I try to wriggle free, but his grip is like iron. He ignores me like I haven’t said a word, and cold dread sweeps through me.
“Colton, look at me,” I plead with him, but he’s too far gone.
His hands are rough and invasive as he drags me to the floor, one fist still gripped in my hair. I fight like hell, clawing and scratching at his face until he forces his knees between my legs, parting them roughly.
“You fucking bitch. I’ll teach you.”
Panic takes over as he tears at my underwear, his eyes locked on mine throughout.
“Colton...”
Fear grips me as his eyes darken. My heart slams in my chest, my breathing shallow. He’s going to do it. He’s going to?—
He slams his hand against my mouth, forcing my head to the ground as he shoves himself inside me.
I scream against his hand, trying to bite him, but it’s futile. He’s thrusting into me relentlessly, burning me from the inside out. He stares down at me, releasing my hair as his hand moves to my throat.
“Don’t. Ever. Disobey. Me. Again.” Each word is punctuated with a savage thrust.
My body moves against my will as he manipulates me onto my front, slamming himself back into me, laughing when I weep.
“Is this obsession, Mary?”
He tears the dress from my body, his full weight now crushing me beneath him as he fucks me from behind. I close my eyes and try to remove myself, but his hand grips my chin and twists my head, so I have to look at him.
“You’re going to come for me, Mary.”
“Never!” I vow, but he reaches around, his fingers massaging my clit. “You’re so fucking wet when I’m taking what I want from you.”
My mind screams in protest, but my body betrays me. I can’t look at him, but he’s forcing me to with one hand, driving my clit mad with the other. His relentless thrusts steal my breath, and I grit my teeth.
I won’t fucking come for him. I don’t care what he does to me.
“Such a fucking tight cunt. I wonder what your ass feels like. Every part of you belongs to me now, and I’ll take it whenever I want.”
I stiffen and begin to panic, my body bucking beneath him.
“Please!” I half scream, wondering when he turned into such a monster.
“You have a choice, Mary. Come for me now, or I’ll make you scream louder than you ever have,” Colton says, barely panting from his physical exertion.
He’s not human. He’s a real monster.
I try to force my body to relax, knowing I can’t fake this. Colton knows what I feel like when I come, the sounds I make, the way I shudder...
“Come on, Mary, come for your man,” Colton coos into my ear. “Then again, I’m rather hoping you don’t.”
I’m trying so fucking hard ? —
His finger leaves my clit and moves to my tight hole, shoving in without warning.
I jolt upright, and he curses, spitting on my ass.
“That’s all the lube you’re going to get, babe.”
“No!” I scramble to get away but he’s too strong, shoving his dick into my tightest hole, making my ears ring. I feel like I’m being split in two, unable to catch my breath as he groans in my ear. He isn’t even fucking moving, he’s relishing the feeling, the fucking bastard.
His hands stroke my skin, his breath hot on my wet cheeks.
“Relax, Mary. Enjoy it.”
He moves slowly, his hand moving to my clit as I sob.
“Fuck, that’s good. Cry, baby. Cry for me.”
“I hate you!” I bite out as he moves inside of me, his fingers massaging my clit as my body responds, making my mouth open in sheer fucking disbelief. A moan escapes my lips, and I want to die.
“Yes, it feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” Colton moans as he picks up his pace, his fingers keeping in sync with his deep thrusts. He’s back to speaking to me softly, and I let out another sob.
I’m in so much fucking pain, but his fingers are the only thing keeping me sane, the pleasure building in my stomach as I try to relax. I have to relax, or he’ll turn again, turn into the fucking psycho that dragged me to the floor by my hair.
“I’m going to come in your ass, Mary; come with me.”
I hate how my body flutters at his words, but I refuse to let myself come. I’ll relax as much as I can to try to alleviate the pain, but he’s not making me orgasm.
“Mary.” A warning. “Fucking come .”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block him out, but he’s right—I’m so fucking wet. I hate him. I hate this. Why is my body fucking liking this? What is wrong with me? Disgust thrums in my veins as I realize what’s happening—I’m putty in his fucking hands.
He cups my pussy in his hand and massages it, dipping a finger into my soaked hole as he annihilates my ass.
A scream of fury leaves me when my body convulses beneath him, shuddering and clamping around him as he groans with delight and fucking satisfaction.
“Yes, Mary. Good girl.”
My body heaves with sobs as the aftermath of my pleasure hits me, followed by his guttural roar as he fills my ass with his seed.
He forces me to the ground as he collapses on me, his dick still inside me.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he whispers, kissing my cheek.
“Fuck you!” I hiss, tears clouding my vision as I try to shove him off me.
“Good idea, I could go again.” Colton lifts off me, and I close my eyes, feeling warmth trickling out of my sore, swollen hole.
The second he pulls out of me, the world collapses into a silence that feels like it’s suffocating me. My body trembles, not just from the pain, but from the anger and disgust swirling inside me like poison. Every breath feels heavy, labored, like I’m inhaling shards of glass. But worse than the physical pain is the shame, the helplessness crawling under my skin.
I can’t move. I can’t even cry properly. My body has betrayed me, and I hate it. I hate how it responded to his touch, how it surrendered when I swore it wouldn’t. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to ground myself, to anchor myself in the present, but everything feels wrong. The walls of the bunker seem closer, tighter, like they’re crushing me from the outside in.
How could I let this happen? The thought claws at my brain, replaying every second of my failure. I’m strong. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.
Every muscle aches, my limbs like dead weight, too heavy to move. I try to roll over, but my body won’t obey me. There’s a deep soreness radiating through my legs and back, and I feel raw, used. My throat is hoarse from screaming, but there’s still a scream lodged inside me, stuck like a lump I can’t swallow down.
I should move. I should fight. I should crawl away from him, but I’m so tired.
Too tired.
My eyes flutter shut for a moment, and I want to disappear into the darkness behind my eyelids, if only to escape the feeling of him all over me.
What if I can’t do this?
The thought whispers through me like a toxin, infecting my resolve. I’m supposed to be strong. I trained for this—for vengeance, for survival. But now, pressed against the cold floor, broken and bleeding, I don’t feel strong. I feel...powerless. Like I’m losing every part of myself, one violation at a time. How long before he takes everything?
No. My mind screams at me, the anger surging up again, desperate to push the doubt away. I can’t give up. I won’t.
He stands, staring down at me as I curl into a ball. He leans down and scoops me into his arms, and I can't even fight. He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel his satisfaction, like he’s won some twisted game.
I’m left emotionally and physically shattered. My body lies still, bruised and broken, but my mind is racing. The hatred I feel for Colton burns stronger, a fire that refuses to be extinguished. I know he’s pushed me to the edge of my endurance, but I also know that I can’t let him break me. Not completely.
He walks into the bathroom and sets me on my feet, turning on the water. The cold water hits me like needles, sharp and unrelenting against my skin. I bite my lip again, this time drawing blood, trying to keep the sob lodged in my throat from escaping. My body is shivering uncontrollably, but I welcome the cold. It’s a distraction. A distraction from the pain between my legs, from the bruises forming under my skin, from the weight of what’s just happened.
The water pools around my feet, swirling pink and red with blood. I stare at it, numb. My mind refuses to process it, like if I just don’t acknowledge it, it didn’t happen. But I can feel it, the ache inside me, the bruises spreading like a storm across my body. I’m bleeding because of him. My skin stings, my muscles scream, but I focus on the water—on the way it flows, how it tries to cleanse me.
But I’ll never be clean again.
“It will warm up.” He watches me, a dark smile on his face.
My nipples harden from the chill, and I stare at the bottom of the shower, now horrified to see the swirls of red in the water.
“You...you made me bleed!” I stammer, fresh tears welling in my eyes.
“Yeah, I know.” Colton sighs and steps forward, reaching for the shower gel. “I’ll clean you up.”
I don’t want him anywhere near me, but right now, I’m scared he’s going to do it again, so I remain still. I feel...numb. Like I’m not even in my own body anymore, like I’m watching myself from somewhere far away. The water pelts my skin, turning my limbs pink with cold, but I barely feel it. I barely feel anything. Everything feels surreal, like it’s happening to someone else.
The blood washes away, but the memory of him won’t. His touch lingers, crawling over my skin like invisible hands, and no matter how much I scrub, I can’t erase him. I want to scream. I want to tear my skin off. I want...I don’t even know what I want anymore. The water warms slowly, but I don’t feel it. The heat does nothing to chase away the cold that’s taken root inside me.
“Good girl,” he hums, soaping my sore body tenderly, like he didn’t just violate me.
I stiffen as his hands move to my thighs, soaping away the blood and come.
“I’ hate you,” I spit out, unable to stop myself.
Colton sighs, and my heart slams in my chest. The shower gel clatters to the floor of the cubicle, and he rises to his feet, his dark eyes swirling with rage.
“This is only the beginning, Mary. Now clean yourself up.” His footsteps echo through the room as he walks away, leaving me to process what just happened.
I feel nothing. I’m not in my body anymore. My limbs are dead weight, useless, as if they’ve given up on me entirely. I want to scream, but it’s locked inside, buried under layers of denial and shock. Maybe if I stay here, in this numbness, I’ll survive it.