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As you guys can tell,this a Brahms heelshire X reader story...which is also over on my Tumblr,go follow if you wish!
This story WILL have graphic sexual violence,violence and Some sort of emotional abuse,and sex. if you are under the...
Tears had started to form,blurring your vision as the brim of your eyes were full, daring to blink.
The tightening of your throat
As you take a short quivering breath in , an involuntary whimper escaped your lips.
Brahms still looking deep and admirably into your eyes,watching as you felt a familiar liquid roll down your cheek and underneath your chin , making you squirm. Again Brahms never blinking , he doesn't want to miss a second of taking you in.
He looks down at you, his eyes moving down to your chest, then over your cleavage and then back up at you, his eyes went dark, like he was making a decision. Without hesitation, he takes his left hand and slides it behind you waist,his hand going all the way round to the other side,making your back arch and tense up. He tightens his grip causing you to squirm underneath him,trying your hardest not to make any type of sound....as Brahms had found your weak spot (this is my actual weak spot oop). 'keep yourself together' a voice said but he had found your most vulnerable place, god you hope this would end soon.
your back arches even more and your mouth is slightly hung open, your groin is now on top of Brahms thigh,as his hand travels up your back, his fingers tracing your spine. You felt your cheeks getting hot,even though his cold touch gave you goosebumps
You couldn't take it, a uncontrollable moan slipped out from your lips, making Brahms stop and look at you confusingly, his head tilting to the side.
But he knew exactly what that was, and he wasn't stopping.
"Brahms...please s-stop"
he looks at you for a moment.
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until is fingers continue up the line of your spine and up to your bra hooks.
okay...theirs no way Brahms has learned to unhook a bra ..i means hes way t-
Your thoughts were cut of as the back of your bra came loose, your lips part even even wider and you bring your shoulders back, keeping your bra from slipping even further. Brahms was definitely grinning under that mask, you could sense it as his eyes grew wide and his breathing got heavier,he knew from your reaction. His grip around you suddenly got tighter as his hand continues to go up and over your right shoulder, his fingers entwine with the straps as he gradually brings them down, you try and squirm out of his clutch, but he stops you. He removes his finger from your face, flattening his right hand on your back, to keep you in place, and bring his left hand up under you shirt, and going up to your right bra strap and slowly bring it down.
Then you felt your bra starting to come off. Giving no reaction, instead you tried to think of a way to get out of this.
You glance down as you realize theirs gap between between you and Brahms groin,his legs were sort of apart, you close your eyes as you felt Brahms hand slowly making his way down to your right breast,tracing your skin.
You brace yourself as you bring your knee up.
"STOP IT BRAHMS!" you knee him in the groin, he groans in pain and pushes you to the floor, him going down, while clutching his privates. You squeal as you made contact with wooden flooring landing on your back. You quickly pull yourself up kneeling down on one leg, you look over at Brahms as he is now on all fours looking directly at you, he turns his head over to the direction your looking at and back at you, you lift yourself up and run towards the stairs. Out the corner of your eye, you see Brahms's huge figure getting up and running towards you, with his body hunched forwards.
You almost reached the first step,as you felt a massive pair of hands wrapped around your ankles, and being dragged down, you fell face first into the step groaning in pain, you quickly turn yourself around, lifting your foot up and kicking Brahms in the face, his head jolted back causing him to fall backwards with a massive thud.
You turn yourself around and run up the stairs again, using the corner of the banister to hoist your self up faster, Brahms was seconds behind you hearing his massive footsteps even though he was bare foot. As you were about to come up to the first floor, you miss your stepping , and trip up, you felt to hands grip around your ankles again, this time you couldn't kick, he had you locked.
He pulls you towards him , groaning in satisfaction. Your body begins to feel numb as you felt pain cursing through your body, Brahms turned you around so you were facing him repeatedly you were now face to face to him, but it wasn't the same look, he had kill in his eyes. His breath was so loud it was all you could hear, you try you hardest to move......hell, you even starting punching at his torso like that would make a difference, without thinking you punch him in the face, his face swung to the left , mask slightly moved you could almost see his right eye.
Brahms's head is slowly turning to face you, his eyes locking with yours.
His breath is low and hard , his whole body shaking with fury....you were going to get killed here and now
"Brahms, im sorry i didnt mea-"
His hands are now gripped around your throat, his eyes quickly turning black as he watches you struggle, you attempt to pry his fingers away but you feel yourself loosing consciousness small ragged gasps were escaping your throat, his long skinny fingers feeling like tendrils around your neck. Brahms's grip was getting tighter, your lungs began to ache and your eyes began to bulge as you felt a pounding of your heartbeat in your ears, the edge of your vision beginning to go black, despite to the pain, you started to buck your hips and kick your legs, your heart, once quickly beating, in a slow tempo.
You felt your last breath, flashbacks flood your vision of your childhood.
this was it....this is where you die.
Just as you felt yourself slipping away,Brahms loosens his grip, letting go of your throat.you kick backwards in attempt to get away from him. You turn to your side as your head begins to spin as you try and gasp for air, blood rushing to your head as the pulsing of your heart beat in your ears began to reduce.
You glanced slightly over at Brahms...but he was gone.
You turned yourself around, laying down against the stairs, looking up the squared spiral of the stair case slowly blinking, all you felt was numbness, you didn't even realize you were crying
you began to dose of into a deep sleep, your cry's becoming more than a whisper.