Chapter Eighty two
I call my father first and as we talk I nearly tell him that Cyrus has been mean to me but then a memory suffices of Cyrus taunting me about always running to my parents with little things and I don’t mention anything. I then talk to my mother and my mother in law and I assure them I just needed a few days o myself but I am doing okay. I decide to deal with Cyrus on my own, I won’t let him mistreat me any longer.
I know Cyrus will give me a few days until he comes back again and by that time I will have thought of what to do to him by then. By the third day I wait for Cyrus return but if he does come back he never comes to visit me but I am on edge. A week later and I think he has decided to ignore me again like he did the first time I came to his house, he is ignoring me and that’s fine by me.
So when he knocks on my door in the middle of the night on that seventh day when I am already asleep and asks me to open the door I am both surprised and filled with a little fear for what will come next.
“Bella come on open the door. I just want to talk that’s all.” he says to me and I really think he must think me stupid if he thinks I am going to open that door for him again today. Fool me once,
“I swear I don’t want to hurt you I just want to talk.” he continues saying
“Go away Cyrus. You’re drunk and probably pissed and you are looking for something to release your anger on but it won’t be me tonight. Leave me the hell alone.”
“Bella come on open the door.” He says again his voice bored
“Go. Away!” I shout back angrily with every strength inside me and that’s when he starts pushing the door with more force and it starts shaking and I start shaking and he starts pumping on the door and it rattles and then with more hits, it bangs on the wall having opened up with me staring in fear on the bed clutching the sheets for dear life.
He doesn’t immediately get inside my bedroom as I stare at the door in disbelief and equal measures of bewilderment. Then he steps inside the room, looks at me and starts heading for me while I try getting off the bed in the other direction, after a few struggles he gets my feet and pulls me to him. I try biting him and he throws me on the ground where I land on my ass hard and then he is using my hair to pull me from the hallway to his bedroom.
He doesn’t bother closing the door this time or tying me up as he throws me on the bed and starts unbuckling his trousers then boxers and getting out of them. I move towards the end of the bed in pain from the hair pulling and in tears as he starts stroking himself while he watches me folding on myself on the farthest corner from him.
Then he gets on the bed and when I look left and think of jumping off the bed he says one word ‘stop’ and there is something about how he says it that has me glued to the bed as he comes closer. He takes my head in his hand and pulls me until I a facing his dick and then he cums all over my face spreading his sperm with his dick and rubbing it on me. I let him have his sick fantasy because then hell lock himself in the bedroom and I will leave.
As I wait for him to leave he suddenly grabs me and throws me on my stomach on the bed with his hand on my head while he uses his thigh to open my legs and his hand to pin me on the bed. He then roughly tore’s the clothes from me leaving me in my bra and panties and starts biting my back harder and harder everywhere with every bite sending spikes of pain that has me screaming, crying and then whimpering in pain while he hold my head on the bed covered with my hair.
With my back in tiny little sparks of fire like I have just been attacked by tiny creatures with sharp teeth, he starts spanking my ass hard and the screaming begins again as he gets harder and harder behind me. Before I realize what’s going on he enters with as brutal as I have never imagined making me try to claw his hands out but whatever I do is pointless so I decide to just take it and hope it ends soon.
It doesn’t end soon though it goes on and on and on until I close my eyes and picture myself somewhere else doing something else. The pain is what brings me back to the misery room when Cyrus bites and break the skin on my back just below my neck and continues his ritual of sucking on it like a vampire while I scream in pain. He then finally releases inside me and slumps on top of me, crushing me with his weight as I struggle to breath.
When he is done Cyrus leaves the bed like usual not sparing me a word or a glance and locks himself in the bathroom. This time I don’t move but continue lying there and sobbing into his sheets. He comes back sometime later and stands on the bathroom door when he notices I am still in his bed, he makes a sound of displeasure and walks into his closet. When he comes back he is fully clothed like he is about to out and leave me here.
“I am not going to put up with this anymore. I am going to tell my parents and then show them what you have been doing to me.” I say weakly on a sob as I try to act stronger than I feel right now. He laughs and then follows me on the bed so he can look at my face when he asks smugly
“And who is going to believe you?”
“My parents will believe me, and your mother. Especially when I show them the marks you have left all over my body.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes. So I want you to stop hurting me, tonight is the last time I let you use my body to release my anger. If you stop we can put this behind us and pretend it never happened.”
“Would you really be able to do that, for me?” he says and it sounds a bit mocking but I ignore it.
“There is still a part of me that loves you and still wants to give us a shot.”
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