Under His Spell

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I feel it. I feel him breathing on my neck. I feel him smirking, laughing and mocking me. He knows I can't run from him. He knows I can't hide. He knows that I am scared. I can tell by the way he touches me that he won't go. He won't leave me. He is here to stay to haunt me for life.

I try to pry his hands off. I try to scream, to fight back. But I can't. It's like I have lost the ability to speak or use my hands or legs!

He moves his hand to my cheek wiping away my tears. He moves it down to my neck wrapping his rough, hard fingers around it not choking but putting enough pressure so that I know that I have no power over what he does to me. I feel his fingers moving down to my chest, caressing every curve on the way down to the hem of my shirt. As he lifts it off I feel his cold fingers brush against my stomach the feeling makes me want to puke.

As he reaches my chest he smiles in the crook of my neck more tears flow down my face begging for him to stop. He doesn't. He chuckles licking my earlobe. My tears, pain and fear clearly making him happy. I can feel his weight on my body, not allowing me to breath he kisses me forcing his tongue in my mouth. One of his hands caressing my chest and other opening my jeans button. Just when I think that this is it. This is how I lose my virginity. Something that means so much to me. I'll lose my modesty. The thought suffocates me. Bile rises in the back of my throat and I throw up.

Hey guys. I tried my best.
Thank you for reading.