22. Cleo
I’m still laying on the sofa when there’s a pounding on my door. I rub my eyes and yawn, having no idea what time it is or how long I’ve been sleeping. I get up and head to the door, peeking through the peephole. Shawn. I open the door to give him a piece of my mind, annoyed that he’s here.
“You just don’t get the hint, do you?” I ask and he kicks my door, causing me to fall flat on my ass. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Did you think I’d let that shit go?” Before I can get up, he kicks me in the side. “You fucking whore!”
He’s screaming at me while kicking the shit out of me. I can barely breathe. He goes to kick again and I grab his foot, wrapping my arms around him and refusing to let go. He stumbles and I kick him in the nuts. When he hits the floor, I scramble to my feet, holding my side in pain. I need to get to my phone.
Glancing back, I see that Shawn is still on the floor, holding his
crotch. I call Zeke but he doesn’t answer. I try to call Nitro but Shawn knocks the phone from my hands.
“You’re going to pay, bitch. No one fucking humiliates me like that.”
“I thought the panties were a nice touch.” I sneer as I back away.
He appears confused, like he doesn’t have a damn clue what I’m talking about. He advances on me and I know I can’t defend myself against him. He has a good forty pounds on me.
“I always knew you were a slut. You spread your legs so easily for me. Fuck, you spread you legs for everyone!”
Shawn lunges and I try to run past him, anything to get away and get help. He catches me by the waist and throws me to the sofa. His weight on me is heavy and terrifying, but I keep kicking and struggling.
“Keep fighting me, whore! Makes this funner!”
“That’s right! I’m a fucking whore! I love when he fucks me!” I scream in his face, clawing my nails down his cheeks. He grabs my wrist and headbutts me.
Blood from my nose pours into my mouth, choking me. I cough and sputter. This cannot be the way I die. Not at his hands.
“You aren’t getting off that easily, cunt!”
Shawn drags me off the sofa, my knees and elbows getting carpet burn as he positions me over the coffee table. He pushes my head down, holding it there while he unbuttons his jeans.
“You think this makes you a man? It makes you less of a man!”
I grip the edge of the table and use it to push back, doing everything in my power to stop Shawn but he’s just too strong. He punches me in the head and arms, beating me into submission. With my arms now pinned beneath me, it’s impossible for me to stop him. I cry out in pain and anger when he shoves his dick inside me.
“Whoo! That’s right, you fucking whore!” he screams with a laugh.
“Fuck you!” I scream.
He holds my phone out, videoing his atrocious act. “Smile, bitch. You’re on camera.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I vow.
Then, I go completely numb. Blocking out everything he’s doing to me. No tears. No begging. I won’t give him the satisfaction.