Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Ten •

Those encounters where he just discarded you like trash afterward. Where you felt defeated, hurt mentally and physically.

You remained quiet, trying to swallow the inevitable tremble that would appear in your voice if you ended up speaking.

"Things like, how my lips felt all over your body?"
"Stop." You whispered so quietly not even you could hear yourself.

"Things like, how lovely your moans sound while that pretty little mouth is wrapped around my dick." He was now speaking in a whisper, his mouth close to your ear.
"Stop." You whispered just a little bit louder.

"Things like, how my big cock feels in that tight little pussy of yours."
"Stop." Your voice now reaching normal talking level. But he noticed the tremble, using it to his advantage.

"See, baby? I still dominate you, even if you don't want me to." That's when he began to run his hand around your waist, reaching back and grabbing your butt. Your mind went blank. You had a whole speech prepared and then – poof – just... gone.

All you could do was stand still, trying to focus on what you wanted to say as this man who took care of you for two years – who now seemed a stranger in your eyes – used his hands to tear you apart like dough.

None of this was rough, it was slow and gave you time to escape, but you didn't. You had nowhere else to turn. No one else to turn to. You were completely lost.

A single tear slipped from your cheek, staining the fabric that covered his shoulders as he pressed his body into yours. That tear opened the dam. You remained as silent as possible as tears continued to slip.

And you couldn't do anything but stand paralyzed with fear, a million thoughts racing through your head.

You tried. You really did.

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Just then, Marcus swung back for another another kick to the ribs, but before he could, you gathered up all your strength to shout, "I TRIED!" Marcus stopped in his tracks, taking a step back.

"What was that? Did the little whore have something to say?" He snarked.

You coughed up more blood, your turned your head to the side so you wouldn't choke on it. Then you finally collected all the nerve you could and looked him dead in the eye.

"I tried to get away from you so many times. And yet, you persisted! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I had no one. No one to go to, nothing. I didn't want to go back to being the lonely mess I used to be and you made sure I remembered that every day. Do you know how much therapy it took for me to just start to get over you? You scared the living shit out of me every day, and yet, I made excuses for you. Every. Damn. Time. You are nothing. You're just some nobody who needs validation, so you force it on whoever showed even the slightest bit of interest in you. If you want to kill me, just kill me. But don't you dare use me one more time."

You were practically breathless by the end of your rant, but your shallow breathing only picked up when you watched as Marcus pulled something out of his back pocket. Something shiny, silver... sharp.

The last thing you heard before you passed out was a faint, "That was some speech, doll."

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