FOREVER YOURS

Chapter 22: The Agreement

"Ahh! Stop it!"

"You're mine do you understand!"

"I'll never be yours!"

"Then I will never have mercy upon you!"

"Ahh! It hurts! Stop it! Cedric please STOP!!"

He continued to fuck me until he finally came. It had been three days since he would come inside my room and take advantage of me. This time I was coming out of the shower when he saw me naked. I tried fighting him off me but in the end he always got what he wanted. As soon as he was done having his way over me he would get dressed and leave. Just so the following day it could all get repeated.

"The sooner you realize that you will never be apart from me the easier it will get for you"

"Just leave"

"I don't want to hurt you..But if you continue to see me as your enemy than I will treat you as one"

"I SAID GET OUT!!"

I wrapped the blanket around me and stepped outside onto the balcony. I couldn't stand hearing his insolent voice. My stomach turned just by feeling his touch against my skin.

Just when was this nightmare going to be over? When will I finish paying off my mistake? I suddenly felt a fierce pull on my arm forcing me to turn. Cedric immediately yanked me back inside the room. "CAN'T YOU SEE MY MEN ARE DOWN THERE!! YOU'RE NAKED! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!? PUT UP A SHOW!".

He furiously slapped me across the face as I landed on the bed. I heard him unbuckle his belt. "N-no! Not again! Don't you fucking touch me!!" I shouted in panic as he turned me around and held onto my hands preventing me to make any further movement.

"You still feel hot? Is that it? Don't worry I'll make sure to cool you off!" He thrusted inside me once again making me shriek in pain. I was still weak from the first round and didn't have enough energy to continue with another round. His savage animalistic ways of having sex always ended with me feeling completely numbed and drained. There were times when he was so rough that I bled. Each time he would fuck me it would feel a lot worse than the last time.

Sometimes I would ask myself what was the point in putting up a fight anymore? At the end he would always win. I would end up destroyed and feeling emptier than before. There was never a light of hope for me but for him it was all dark satisfying pleasure. He made sure that I knew well that I meant nothing more to him but an entertaining sex toy. That was the meaning of my existence to him. I wasn't a person with feelings and thoughts. I was simply a whole where he could put his cock in and have his sick ways with. I hated him. With every ounce of my being.

"If you weren't this satisfying..I wouldn't tolerate touching you"