Mabel Shot Part 4
I blink faster, trying to hold back the tears, feeling my heart tighten, as if it would stop working at any second, starting to beat again with accelerated beats in seconds. The pain in my head increases, my legs are shaking, while I feel the fingers of my hand go numb and the terror grows aggressively, a fear taking on an enormous form inside me. I feel like I'm dying.
"Miss, are you feeling sick?" I blink, feeling the tears run down my face, seeing the woman look at me more nervously, bringing her other hand to her ear and whispering something.
I take a step back at the same time, moving away from her, feeling like something bad is about to happen. A strong, unbearable sensation that makes my heart hurt. I try to breathe, but every second it gets harder.
"Miss, wait..."
I don't stop, I don't look back when she screams, trying to hold me back. I push people away and press my hand over my heart, as if I could stop it from beating too fast, feeling like I'm going to collapse on the floor in cardiac arrest at any second.
— I need to get out of here, I need to...
The taste of my bile makes my mouth fill with saliva, making me feel sick and want to vomit. I close my eyes and crush them tightly, feeling my entire body sweat coldly. I raise my hand to my head, as if I could contain the images, the damned images that the perfume brought to me.
I fall face down and feel the impact of the rough floor on my injured body. Heavy footsteps sound behind me and he bends down. I try to get up, but he immobilizes me and climbs on top of me.
— No, it doesn't belong to him. And before the end, before it's all over, you'll know that he never belonged to you, because you were made for me!
I feel him pull my hair hard and hold the strands between his fingers. I struggle even more, but my body freezes when I feel him force his cock into my anus, which is already injured by all the damned violation he has imposed on me.
I start to scream.
I thrash around, desperate, my hands tied to the floor. He pulls my head back and presses it against his chest. His other hand crushes my breast brutally. His perverse mouth sucks my ear, making my body respond to him, knowing that every movement of his will make my body betray me. He pushes his pelvis towards my ass, penetrating his cock into my body. My face is covered in tears, my scream comes out desperate, painful, everything spins around me, everything is lost in the brutality. I struggle furiously, but that is not enough to stop him. The pain of having him enter my body is unbearable, agonizing and tears me apart from the inside out. His cock starts to move, going in and out, coming back stronger, getting slower. He bites my neck until his teeth pass through the thin skin and crushes my breasts. One of his hands goes to my pussy, making circles on my clitoris, while he moves it with force and brutality. I cry with horror, hatred, disgust at myself, because of everything, the worst is not the pain, but rather the condemnation of my body, which responds to him. I feel the pain in my body, which consumes me and mixes with a disgusting pleasure. I notice the bitter taste of my tears, which run down my mouth. The bite on my neck throbs.
The tears are washing my face, as I push people away to get off the dance floor. My body turns and I look around, feeling suffocated, as if I were going to die and there was no one to help me. The feeling of being watched makes me more afraid, making me imagine that at any second Nate will appear in front of me. My legs weaken and I take a step back. I feel large hands touch my shoulder, and I scream, terrified, turning to face him. The brown eyes are close to the black one, with his mouth half-closed and the most evil face I've ever seen reflected in his expression. But between all the terror and fear that swallowed me when I looked at him, it's as if I knew I was safe. Like a child frightened by the nightmares that tormented her during her sleep by ancient and cruel demons, my body throws itself forward and I hug her waist, hiding my face in her chest and crying with so much pain that it makes me sob and cry twice as much.
"I did a bad thing. Mabel did a bad thing, sir." I cry, sobbing, clinging desperately to his body.
Czar holds my shoulders as I cry. I press my face even tighter to his chest, my heart racing. The sensation of falling, with my knees bending as numbness takes over my legs, leaving my senses numb, is hitting me. I still feel my arms release from his waist, even though my heart screams to keep me attached to him. The darkness grows bigger inside my mind, with only Nate's voice dragging me to hell.
" Why are you here, Mabel?
" Because I did something bad.
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