Chapter Five | Cordelia

I don’t know what door he’s going to come through, so I pop up from the ground really fast and shut the one I just came through. I don’t need him sneaking up on me. If he opens any of the doors, then I’ll know where he’s coming from. I take my seat back on the ground and wait. I think taking a jab at his big bad man ego did the trick because he hasn’t said anything else since I popped off with that one. The best way to provoke any man is to poke fun at their ego. Works every fucking time.

As if on cue the door to my left opens and I stand up, staring the man himself right into those fucking mesmerizing eyes. Goddamn, those eyes are beautiful, maybe I won't flambé them after all, it’d be a waste of purty peepers.

“Little deer.” He steps towards me and I sway with my hands tucked behind my back like the pretty little innocent girl, I’m not.

“Axel baby.” I make a pouty face, “Why did you trap me here and hurt me?” I ask, looking up at him, giving the best puppy dog eyes I can muster.

His hand moves to my throat, but I was expecting that this time. Fool me once. I step back and roll my body away from him, pulling the heel from behind my back. Using everything I have left in me, I thrust the pointy end of the heel into him.

He whips around and manages to get me by the throat anyway. What the fuck? I stabbed him. “I-” My words are caught as he squeezes my throat tighter, literally choking the life out of me as his eyes darken. There’s a monster in those eyes, and he’s ready to play.

I let him hold me by the throat, but I drop all of my weight to the ground and pull him down with me. I laugh as he cusses. Women are taught to use their weight as a weapon, just not in the way men are. He lets go of me and I scramble away, kicking out at him as he stays on his knees. “Awe. Did I hurt da whittle baby?” I ask, rearing up as I get ready to kick him in his stupid face.

When my foot connects with his arm instead, I’m flipped over, my body slamming onto the ground so fucking hard my breath is knocked out of me. After a fraction of a second, he’s on top of me, pinning me to the floor. I watch as he pulls my heel out of his arm, fuck that’s why it didn’t hurt him as much. I only stabbed his arm, in the meaty section too. Lame.

He’s got my legs trapped with his as he sits over my waist and uses his feet to hold my legs down. He’s choking me again, and I really can’t breathe this time, his eyes are almost glazed over, like he’s not there. “Axel.” I force it out, my throat burning as he squeezes tighter. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears and behind my eyes. “Please.” I rasp. I scratch at his hands, feeling his skin build up under my fingernails as I fight for my life. Literally. With one hand, I reach up to the spot where I stabbed him with my heel and shove my thumb in it, but he’s not even phased, so I grip him tighter, letting my thumb sink into it and that does it. He flinches for half a second but adjusts himself, tightening his grip, forcing me to release his arm.

I feel my legs being shoved apart and my underwear being torn from my skin. Not like this. I won’t let him kill me while fucking me. He moves so fast, not bothering to let up on his grip when he thrusts into me, I cry out, “Please.” I manage again, trying to not cry, because I think he’s actually going to kill me. This is it for me, I’m going to die with a dick inside of me. It's like it's happening all over again, Clayton. I try to fight him off, but he's too strong. “Please.” It's a ghost of a word this time, no actual sound leaves my lips as I try to get him to stop.

My vision starts to flicker, the black edges dancing with red beginning to take over my sight. “Such a good little deer, beg again.” He snarls, thrusting into me again.

I try to say please again, but no words come out, I can't even feel my lips. I’m gasping, feeling so much panic even as I feel him deep inside of me. Another thrust inside and I’m clawing at my throat, trying to get him to let go as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“Fuck your pussy is tighter than I expected it to be.” He rushes out, getting his fuck on while I’m laying here dying. That’s it, once I’m dead, I’m totally haunting his punk ass. Rude ass mother fucker, I miss when men fucked with a purpose and wanted to please their woman. Only, I haven’t had one of those in so long. Just a long line of two pump chumps. I can’t keep my eyes open any more as my lungs burn, suffocating is officially off the table, I don't want to die like this.

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