Discovering Me
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“Roll over in your ball, and no matter what, don’t say a word. I am gonna take the attention off of you and put it onto me,” I hiss.
All right, Piper. Time to get an academy award for best acting. Game face on, Piper. Game face.
When the light floods the basement as the man opens the door, I use it to check on Jinx to see if she has followed my directions. I sigh quietly when I see her rolled up in a ball, facing towards the wall.
The door shuts, my light disappears, and the man stomps down the steps.
“Are you a fish?” he asks with a thick accent.
I’m glad I won’t have to look into his face. At least the darkness of this basement has one advantage to it.
“No! I’m not a goddamned fish. So if you expect a struggle, you ain’t gonna get it, motherfucker!”
There you go, girl. Make him angry. Keep his attention solely on you and away from Jinx.
The footsteps get closer to me, and before I can brace myself for what is to come, a boot lands on my rib cage and the breath escapes my lungs. I wheeze as another blow lands on my head. I cannot scream because the air has been forced out of me. The chain around my ankle pulls as I writhe around in pain.
My tormentor drops to his knees and rips my panties clean off me. I hear Jinx whimper. I want to yell that I am not doing this for my health and she needs to shut the hell up, but I can’t make a sound as the man wraps his hands around my neck and rams his cock into me. No sounds escape from me. I am far beyond that.
I fight back because he doesn’t want someone to lay there. He gets his kicks from the struggle. Jinx may have screamed, but she didn’t use her strength to fight back. Even though the pain from my ribs sears inside me and my head weighs a ton from the blow, I kick and scream, and the chain rips the skin on my ankle.
“You got bite, lady.” He chuckles as if he is funny.
I’ve got bite? I’ll show him bite. I turn my head and bite with all my might. My teeth tear at his flesh. He roars and punches me in the jaw, ripping my mouth from his skin. Tears gush from my eyes, and I grip the side of my face where the bone is cracked under the skin of my cheek. It’s time I take my own advice to Jinx and check out. I’m going to die here in this basement. I won’t survive another round of this, I know that.
Oh god! I am not going to be able to force a happy moment. Not with him tearing into me. I remove my hands from my face and start to scratch at his chest. I claw and claw and I can feel the blood drip down my fingers from the skin scraped from his body.
His dick grinds into me. A blood-curdling scream rips from my throat, and my jaw aches from the stretch of my roar. I count the thrusts in my head over and over again. I repeat numbers because I can’t hold a steady count. I give up at pump number thirty-four. When being sexually assaulted, I have learned it best to think of something else, happy memories, counting, anything else. But it is not working this time around for me. I don’t know why, and the tears continue to flow down my face.
“Yeah, baby. Oh, your pussy is tight. It squeezin’ me.”
Bile rises in my throat with his words. I am forever soiled now. There is no way I will ever be able to forget this moment. I do my best to block out his grunts and the sound of my skin as it rips. The scars I once put behind me are open, and the rips that were once healed are no longer. My past has come back to haunt me as this man brings memories back that I once had hidden in the depths of my brain.
How will I survive this time around? I do not think I will able to. There is no way. I am forever damaged now. A person can only take so much, and this, this is my too much. No man will ever want me after this. I am forever ruined. Even if I could get past this, my mental state might not allow it.
“Yous fuckin’ dry bitch!” he roars and wraps his hands in my hair and jerks.
My mouth hurts too much to respond or yell that I am dry because I am being raped.
My entire body aches with pain, and deep down, I am angry he has ruined all that I have repaired in myself. I do the only thing I can do as he continues to rip me to shreds. I close my eyes and start to count the minutes that go by.
***
Chapter Seventeen
Sniper
Night of the Ecstasy
“C’mon, Snipe, give me what I want, please,” she begs as she wraps her legs around my waist and her ass scoots along the green felt of the pool table.
Fuck, do I ever want to give her want she wants. I have wanted to fuck my best friend for almost a year. And that is a long time to have a set of goddamn blue balls from one woman. But I am afraid if we cross that line, there will be no going back. Shit will change between us, and that is not something I am willing to risk, and as if she can read my thoughts, she pleads more.
“Please, Sniper, just tonight. Fuck, just give me tonight,” she pleads again.
She is fucking killing me. My best friend wants me to fuck her, and hell if I don’t want to do just that when she rubs her sweet pussy against the bulge in my jeans. I am so fucking done for. My mind is no longer thinking about our friendship being ruined at all. It is purely focused on giving us both what we want.
“Hold on tight, darlin’,” I growl as I lift her in my arms and ignore everyone else in the room.
My hands grip her ass so tight that I can almost feel the bare skin beneath my fingertips as I walk us out to the parking lot.
Once I sit her down on the picnic table, I unfasten my jeans, and free myself. Piper is staring at my cock, and I enjoy her eyes being on fire for me. It does something strange to me. I can’t figure out what yet, and I don’t want to.
All right, Piper. Time to get an academy award for best acting. Game face on, Piper. Game face.
When the light floods the basement as the man opens the door, I use it to check on Jinx to see if she has followed my directions. I sigh quietly when I see her rolled up in a ball, facing towards the wall.
The door shuts, my light disappears, and the man stomps down the steps.
“Are you a fish?” he asks with a thick accent.
I’m glad I won’t have to look into his face. At least the darkness of this basement has one advantage to it.
“No! I’m not a goddamned fish. So if you expect a struggle, you ain’t gonna get it, motherfucker!”
There you go, girl. Make him angry. Keep his attention solely on you and away from Jinx.
The footsteps get closer to me, and before I can brace myself for what is to come, a boot lands on my rib cage and the breath escapes my lungs. I wheeze as another blow lands on my head. I cannot scream because the air has been forced out of me. The chain around my ankle pulls as I writhe around in pain.
My tormentor drops to his knees and rips my panties clean off me. I hear Jinx whimper. I want to yell that I am not doing this for my health and she needs to shut the hell up, but I can’t make a sound as the man wraps his hands around my neck and rams his cock into me. No sounds escape from me. I am far beyond that.
I fight back because he doesn’t want someone to lay there. He gets his kicks from the struggle. Jinx may have screamed, but she didn’t use her strength to fight back. Even though the pain from my ribs sears inside me and my head weighs a ton from the blow, I kick and scream, and the chain rips the skin on my ankle.
“You got bite, lady.” He chuckles as if he is funny.
I’ve got bite? I’ll show him bite. I turn my head and bite with all my might. My teeth tear at his flesh. He roars and punches me in the jaw, ripping my mouth from his skin. Tears gush from my eyes, and I grip the side of my face where the bone is cracked under the skin of my cheek. It’s time I take my own advice to Jinx and check out. I’m going to die here in this basement. I won’t survive another round of this, I know that.
Oh god! I am not going to be able to force a happy moment. Not with him tearing into me. I remove my hands from my face and start to scratch at his chest. I claw and claw and I can feel the blood drip down my fingers from the skin scraped from his body.
His dick grinds into me. A blood-curdling scream rips from my throat, and my jaw aches from the stretch of my roar. I count the thrusts in my head over and over again. I repeat numbers because I can’t hold a steady count. I give up at pump number thirty-four. When being sexually assaulted, I have learned it best to think of something else, happy memories, counting, anything else. But it is not working this time around for me. I don’t know why, and the tears continue to flow down my face.
“Yeah, baby. Oh, your pussy is tight. It squeezin’ me.”
Bile rises in my throat with his words. I am forever soiled now. There is no way I will ever be able to forget this moment. I do my best to block out his grunts and the sound of my skin as it rips. The scars I once put behind me are open, and the rips that were once healed are no longer. My past has come back to haunt me as this man brings memories back that I once had hidden in the depths of my brain.
How will I survive this time around? I do not think I will able to. There is no way. I am forever damaged now. A person can only take so much, and this, this is my too much. No man will ever want me after this. I am forever ruined. Even if I could get past this, my mental state might not allow it.
“Yous fuckin’ dry bitch!” he roars and wraps his hands in my hair and jerks.
My mouth hurts too much to respond or yell that I am dry because I am being raped.
My entire body aches with pain, and deep down, I am angry he has ruined all that I have repaired in myself. I do the only thing I can do as he continues to rip me to shreds. I close my eyes and start to count the minutes that go by.
***
Chapter Seventeen
Sniper
Night of the Ecstasy
“C’mon, Snipe, give me what I want, please,” she begs as she wraps her legs around my waist and her ass scoots along the green felt of the pool table.
Fuck, do I ever want to give her want she wants. I have wanted to fuck my best friend for almost a year. And that is a long time to have a set of goddamn blue balls from one woman. But I am afraid if we cross that line, there will be no going back. Shit will change between us, and that is not something I am willing to risk, and as if she can read my thoughts, she pleads more.
“Please, Sniper, just tonight. Fuck, just give me tonight,” she pleads again.
She is fucking killing me. My best friend wants me to fuck her, and hell if I don’t want to do just that when she rubs her sweet pussy against the bulge in my jeans. I am so fucking done for. My mind is no longer thinking about our friendship being ruined at all. It is purely focused on giving us both what we want.
“Hold on tight, darlin’,” I growl as I lift her in my arms and ignore everyone else in the room.
My hands grip her ass so tight that I can almost feel the bare skin beneath my fingertips as I walk us out to the parking lot.
Once I sit her down on the picnic table, I unfasten my jeans, and free myself. Piper is staring at my cock, and I enjoy her eyes being on fire for me. It does something strange to me. I can’t figure out what yet, and I don’t want to.
