17. Lilly
Lilly
FEB. 14TH - FRIDAY
T he brute force in which Brett rips my jacket off of me throws me into a panic. "NO!" My frantic cries come out warbled like I'm underwater. "PLEASE S-ST-STOP!" I fear my words aren't even forming, but what does it matter?
The cool office air slithers up my ass and wraps around my hips. When heat engulfs my waist, I jerk, thrusting into Aaron's desk and jarring my teeth.
"Mmm, eager?"
No! I want to scream. I'd give anything for my mouth to just fucking move, but the tingles I once feared are now dead. Take anything, just let me feel alive again! Please let me feel the ache that bloomed when I slammed into the desk.
God, I don't even care if I feel everything Brett does to me. I need to feel my limbs. I have to move. To fight.
Ever so slowly, Brett's hands on my body begin to feel like nothing but a subtle pressure gliding between my thighs. My head thunks to the surface of the desk, and I try to force my skin to feel the chill of the wood.
A pinch.
"Hmm, this won't do. I like wet pussy," Brett mutters, his voice sounding far away. But not far enough. "Don't worry, my little tease, I can fix this."
The pain in my core slips away, only to be replaced with a faint tickle that sends alarm skittering through my fading body.
"STOP!" My scream pierces my skull, waking me up even more and urging me to buck and fight the pounding in my brain and fire in my veins. "N-NO!"
Like a fish out of water, I writhe against Aaron's desk, hoping like hell it's enough to get Brett's mouth off me. Oh my god… oh my god... Please make this stop. Please make this end!
Aaron!
My hand knocks something over, clattering to the ground and drawing a growl of frustration from behind me. A pulse rips through my rib, followed by an ache that's numbed by the drugs.
Caleb!
Air whooshes by me, my burning eyes stinging as I fall to the ground. Brett looms above me, the light from the hall beyond the locked door illuminating the monster who threatens everything I've ever known.
DEAN!
My vision wavers, and my hand reaches for the edge of my love's desk. Instead of wood, I touch metal.
"What does this button do?"
Dean?
"Don't push that! Oh my god. It's an emergency button."
Aaron!
"Like it automatically calls the cops?"
DEAN!
Emergency button...
The last ounce of energy and feeling goes into pushing that fucking button.
Bless my husband’s curiosity. I hope it saves my life , I think as I allow darkness to surround me.