Chapter 16
I’m still alive.
And my dress is being torn right down the middle, exposing the white lace underwear underneath.
The expensive fabric tearing brings me back to the present and I wish so terribly that it hadn’t.
This is how it ends, this is how I have my innocence violently ripped away from me by the hands of someone who I thought loved me.
But I was wrong, so fucking wrong. My body is thrown around as Ricky rips through the dress, my one last attempt to shield me from his evil hands.
My mind is swirling with emotions, fear being at the focal point.
A choked sob breaks through my lips and my heavy eyes blur with pools of tears until they break the dam and begin racing down the side of my face to puddle into my ears.
Ricky’s fingers wrap around my face, his strong fingers squeezing my cheeks until my teeth cut into the soft flesh inside my mouth, the copper tang seeping between my teeth.
I try with everything I have to keep my cries silent, to not give my husband the satisfaction of knowing he’s breaking me, but I can’t.
I’m not strong enough. The voice of my pain breaks through my vocal cords as Ricky flashes me his megawatt smile that used to have me feeling butterflies in my stomach, now it only brings the feeling of terror and dread.
I was so desperate and blinded by false love that I never saw the wolf that was dressed in sheep’s clothing, the lies I was fed and ate up like a starved woman.
Ricky is a master manipulator, I can see that now, but I’m still finding it difficult to turn my feelings off for him.
Maybe he doesn’t mean to hurt me. Like he said before, he can’t control his feelings around me and maybe this is one of those situations.
I know I’m stupid for defending his actions but this man has done everything for me, given me everything I could ever want and need, I have no right to tell him no.
Ricky releases my mouth and I grind my molars together to bring the feeling back.
He runs the pad of his thumb under my eye, carefully wiping away the now drying tears.
The tender moment has me questioning his motives. His voice is low as he speaks.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, sweetheart.
” I still, as he continues, fear mixing with the red haze of love.
“I want your virgin pussy to bleed all over these sheets, all over my cock until I’m done with you.
” That warm, tender feeling I had just a moment ago vanishes, leaving me with freezing terror turning my bones to stone.
My lips part as I open my mouth to speak, my voice dry and raw.
“Please.. Please, you don’t have to do this. I’m begging you.” I look straight into his ocean eyes, hoping that he can see the pleas that are clearly written all over my face. Ricky runs his index finger down my cheek, leaving a scorching trail behind. His hot breath mingled with mine.
“You see, Annabelle. You belong to me now. No one else.” He pauses and I freeze, dreading the words that come next.
“I own you. Your mind, your soul, your body. Everything you are, belongs to me and I will do whatever I want to you. Am I understood?” He grits the final words out, his lips barely grazing mine.
Pulling against his grip I try to drop my chin to my chest but Ricky snatches my face again, bringing my view to his.
His once stormy eyes, which I would have happily drowned in, are now completely glazed over. There’s no soul behind those windows.
The solid weight of him disappears from above me and I convince myself that he’s changed his mind, that he’s made a mistake but I couldn’t be more wrong.
The sharp sting of his palm shocks me before I even have the chance to notice him rearing his right hand back, the hard knuckles connect with my face.
My head whips to the side causing my teeth to clatter together in my mouth.
The burning pain radiates throughout my face, leaving a throbbing feeling behind.
My eyes blink rapidly, the room hazy. My hands shake as I bring my fingers to the side of my face, my touch just whispering over my skin.
This is the first time my husband has laid a hand on me to this effect and I fear it won’t be the last.
Ricky traps my hand in between my face and his palms. A marathon of emotions fires across his face, not stopping to land on a single one.
“I didn’t mean that! I swear, I just wish you would listen to me, you know.
I wouldn’t have to do these things if you just listened to me, love.
” He pleads. His gaze roaming over my face and the sadness of his words infiltrate my mind, convincing me that I should do a better job of listening to him. He’s right, he’s always right.
“I’m sorry, Ricky. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll be better for you.” I whisper as his loving gaze returns back to his face and I know I’ve said the right thing.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” He coos, and I close my eyes, letting his voice wash over me.
Hiding behind my eyelids, his mouth trails from my lips, nipping the sensitive skin before trailing down my neck and over my collar bones.
Frozen in fear, I don’t make an attempt to move, terrified that he’ll harm me again and having his touch on me this way is better than the violent hands he placed on me a moment before.
I’m picking my battles wisely, and this one is the better option.
Ricky doesn’t even bother to unclasp my bra from the back, instead he grips the flimsy material in both hands and pulls it apart at the front, like a crazed animal, the seam in the middle splitting easily from the brute force.
My breasts fall from the cups and my chest heaves in a rapid motion.
His fierce grip leaves a bruising pain as he snatches the flesh in his palms and I let out a small squeak then instantly clamp my mouth shut again in regret.
He rolls my peaked nipples between his fingers and tugs and I squeeze my eyes shut with force until glitter sparkles behind my eyelids, my back involuntary lifts from the bed, my own body going against everything I’m trying to fight.
Ricky releases my breasts from his torturous fingers, the soft flesh recoiling.
He stops his assault with his mouth and rises onto his knees, a dominating gaze washing over his face.
Frantically, I try to push myself further into the bed in hopes that it will take me under.
He runs both hands from my waist, down my thighs and up to my knees before wrapping his fingers around the joint and squeezing tightly, showing me exactly who has the upper hand here, and it isn’t me, it’ll never be me.
Ricky yanks my legs open, baring me to him, and a sharp pain shoots through my hips at the movement. I mumble, the words not quite forming a coherent sentence.
“Ricky.. You’re-”
“What did you say, wife?” He questions.
“You’re hurting me, please stop this.” I whimper.
Clearly this is the effect he wanted. Shaking his head, his blonde hair moves from his eyes, and he runs both hands down the insides of my thighs, the tips of his fingers smoothing over the crease between my thighs and pussy, the contact making me jump.
He moves like a deadly snake, taking his time with everything, leaving me in a state of limbo, and wishing he would just get this over with.
The anticipation of his torment is cruel and heartless.
Ricky hooks a finger beneath the thin scrap of material and yanks it down my legs in one swift movement, leaving a friction burn on my thighs.
I hiss and inhale a shot of air between my teeth.
I should be fighting this, I know I should, but I can’t.
My energy and fight have left my body, leaving me a weak mess.
The old me would never just lay down and take this, she would fight with every fibre of her being, all teeth and claws but the old me is dead.
She died a horrible, painful death the moment she came into contact with Ricky De Rossi and now this version of me is hollow and empty.
I feel the cold breeze hit my exposed centre, and my hands fumble as I try to cover myself to save my embarrassment but my hands are instantly batted away, like you would an annoying fly.
“I wanna see this sopping pussy weep for me.” Ricky says, his tone laced with something dark and sinister.
I open my mouth to protest but my voice is taken from me the moment Ricky’s long fingers plunge into my depths with no warning and I cry, gritting my teeth to dust. The intrusion causes me to choke on my own saliva, the friction between his fingers and my dry walls are enough to make me heave and recoil against his touch.
“You’re hurting me! Please, stop this.” I cry out.
My begging holds no meaning here. I’ve had his fingers in me before but not to this level of pain and forcefulness.
I try to crawl further up the bed and away but I’m being dragged back down by my ankle, his fingers plunging further in and curling inside me to grip my inner walls.
“I’m gonna make this virgin cunt bleed for me.
” He grits out then rips his fingers away.
The burning pain sizzles against my skin and I gasp, my body shaking in fear.
My breath leaves my lungs the moment my world is suddenly flipped, my vision spinning in my head.
I’m turned over in an instant, my front now being pushed into the bed.
My fingers tense as I stretch out my hands to try and grip the sheets tightly between my fingers for purchase.
Ricky grabs the rest of my wedding dress into his fists and yanks the material from my body, leaving me fully exposed to him, just the scraps of my bra hanging onto my broken body.
The blonde curls of my hair are matted and strewed all over the place.
Turning my face to the side, I gasped in short breaths, seeing Ricky in my periphery pulling his hard cock from the confines of his trousers again.
My stomach bottoms out and I let the tears fall freely, the wetness runs down the side of my nose before dropping to the white bedding, causing a small damp patch to bloom on the sheets.
I cry softly, giving in to the inevitable as Ricky pulls my hips up from the bed, my tender centre on show for him, then a radiating flash of pain scorches over my ass cheek as his palm connects with the skin.
The sheets on the bed muffle my cries, but Ricky doesn’t stop at one, he carries on with his onslaught of heavy slaps, twice, three times until my flesh is throbbing and burning.
I can already feel the swelling of the handprint branding me.
“Please..” I beg, my whole body shaking.
Ricky soothes a hand over the throbbing brand, the soft skin of his palm bringing a small comfort to me and I bask in the tenderness of his act before my inner walls are completely torn from the inside out.
Immediately, his cock stretches me to the point of splitting me open, a fast burning fire covers my skin in sweat, and I can feel my insides bleeding.
My fists grip the soft plush material, my knuckle bones turn the skin across my hands a pale white, the thin fingernails breaking under the strain.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” Ricky groans out as he continues his thrusts, getting deeper each time.
I’m being shoved further into the bed each time he forces his way back inside me.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other, a heartbreaking symphony to my ears.
Closing my eyes, I allow the darkness to fully envelop my vision as I will my mind to take me somewhere better, somewhere safe.
I imagine another version of my life where I’m not being hurt or betrayed, but a place where I’m truly loved and cared for.
My imaginary world takes over all of my senses.
Imagining a warm feeling wash over me, like an embrace from a loved one, instead of the brutal pain that’s currently rushing through my limbs.
My safe haven flashes before my eyes, then starts to crumble away like dust, violently I’m thrown back into the present.
All feelings and sounds come rushing back to me at lightning speed.
Ricky’s thrusts don’t let up, becoming more forceful and bruising. I feel him pull out of me slightly. Please tell me this is over. His voice cuts through my fuzzy hearing.
“You’re soaking my cock with blood, fuck.
” He moans. The final piece of me is ripped away.
The vision of my blood on his cock sends him into a frenzy, his hips snapping into my ass, our skin clashing against each other.
I cry out in agony, I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the whimpers and screams that leave my mouth as he yanks out of me before spilling himself all over my ass and lower back.
The hot, sticky liquid running down the crease of my backside.
I don’t move an inch, I can’t. I’m a void of nothingness, an empty black mass. Fear and terror freezes my body in place as I hear Ricky stuff himself back into his trousers, the buckle of his belt rattling in the silent room.
“Clean yourself up.” He talks down to me, like a child who’s made a mess. “I’ve got work shit to take care of.” And with that, he leaves. Listening, I hear his retreating footsteps on the carpet before the suite door opens and closes behind him, putting a small end to his torture.
My sore body flops onto the bed, my shaking legs giving in from underneath me as I turn to my side to grab what remains of my wedding dress and use it to clean myself up a bit.
Again, doing as Ricky says. Returning to my fetal position, I tuck my legs into myself then lay the bed sheet over me in the middle of the bed.
In that moment the silence is deafening, not a single sound can be heard except the loud thoughts that infiltrate my mind.
The darkness slipped over me, like something I’ve never felt before. This heaviness that has no remorse for its victims takes me in its grasp and I welcome it with open arms. Becoming one with it. Knowing that this dark place will either keep me safe, or be the one to end me.