Taken

[25] Fighting Back

"LET GO OF MY FUCKING HAIR!" He leans back, pulling me up with him a little and I lift off the ground, meeting him halfway only for him to headbutt the shit out of me. I fly backwards and the back of my head, hits the carpeted floor, but still throbs all over. I continue to cry and hit him at the same time.

I'm so tired, I can't do this any longer.

I stare at Isaiah while my vision is blurry and I'm seeing two of him from his headbutt. He growls and tugs on my leggings I'm wearing. I clamp my legs shut and he grips my thighs, prying them back open. I throb and ache everywhere, but I keep fighting.

I will not just let him rape, he will have to fight me while doing it.

He backhands me and I wince, my tears now stinging my scratched face. I breathe heavily, choking on my tears as he soon gets my leggings down to my ankles. I roll my head around and sob loudly as he gets off of me to take off his pants and get himself together. I roll over and slowly crawl away.

I know I should get up and run like I've never ran before, but I'm aching and hurting. Everywhere on my body hurts.

I get to the door and slip my fingers through the crack, pulling it open. I get halfway through the door and rough hands, grips around my ankles, pulling me back. I get rug burns on my thighs and stomach from being dragged too hard and I start kicking. I turn over in the process and see Isaiah all ready for action. He has no pants or underwear on, just his thing covered by protection. I shake my head fiercely and start kicking harder, hoping to kick him in the balls. He kneels down and starts crawling in between my legs.

I still have on my underwear, so I wiggle around trying to make it as difficult for him as possible. He smiles widely and grips my underwear hard, pulling them tightly and ripping them at the seams. I gasp as they fly off and leave me naked from the waist down. Isaiah's eyes light up with lust and he smirks, getting an idea. He winds his arm back and punches me hard in the stomach again. I clutch it in pain, bringing my legs up by force of habit and Isaiah uses the opportunity, to lean closer and slip himself in me forcefully. I go wide eyed as he enters me and it feels weird to have someone else connected with me like this. Isaiah groans loudly and I push and smack on his chest. He frowns and snaps his eyes open.

"You're not a virgin, you lying bitch!" He slaps me across the face again and I yelp loudly. He wraps his hands around my neck and pulls himself back, almost exiting me, then ramming back inside me painfully. I whimper as his pelvis clashed with mine.

"Who did you give it up to, you lying slut!? Huh!?" He pulls back and smashes into me again. I wince out on the last thrust and whisper.

"It was..." He grabs my jaw, cutting me off and leans down closer to me.

"Who was it? Huh bitch?" He stares at me dark eyes and I blink, letting tears fall.

"It was X..." I sigh shakily and his eyes widen. He pulls his lip back over his teeth and lets go of my jaw, only to smack me again. My shoulders shake from my intense crying and he growls loudly.

"You fucking selfish ass bitch! You're gonna get it now." He grabs my legs, putting them on either side of him, grips my hips and thrusts into me wildly.

I scoot back, trying to get away, but he grips me tighter and I'm sure he's leaving bruises. He leans closer to me and starts kissing on my neck. I am not feeling any type of pleasure whatsoever. I push roughly on his chest and he moans in my ear.

"Fuck, you might not be a virgin anymore, but you're still so fucking tight." He hiss lowly in pleasure and I want to throw up. I reach up, trying to pull out his hair, but he only moans louder.