Chapter 34

**Trigguer Warning: This chapter includes graphic and sensitieve contents as the topics of violence and sexual assult. Please be advised.**

Emma’s heart fluttered in her chest. *He wants me.* As hard as she had been fighting it, she was developing feelings for Will. But she knew she couldn’t allow herself to give in to those. Will couldn’t be capable of feeling for her the way she felt for him.

​ “I don’t belong to anyone. I broke us up a while back, but you’re choosing to ignore that that happened. Fine. But in that case, I’m just essentially your employee. If I wanted to see or be touched by someone else, you don’t have the right to control that. Not anymore. Not after you broke your own rules and involved yourself with Vivian.”

​ “Emma—” Will’s voice was stern.

​ “Don’t lie to me and say you didn’t sleep with her. I just want to finish out these six months, graduate, and then take my dad from that house,” Emma stood up, ready to leave.

​ “Where are you going?” Will grabbed her hand. She reveled in the feel of her hand in his, but shoved those feelings away. *No, Emma. You can’t feel that way for him. You just can’t.*

​ “I’m going home. My dad needs me,” she turned around to face him, and regretted it. His wild, turbulent gaze set her soul alight. In those eyes, were words he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say. *It’s better this way,* Emma tried to convince herself.

​ “I’ll be at your service when you need me…. Master.” Emma pulled her hand from his. Will was struck dumb, and was stunned into speechlessness and surprise.

​ Emma cried most of the way home. Will was egotistical, narcissistic, and possessive. How did these feelings for him arise? Emma refused to acknowledge them. And Will could never know. He would use it against her, she just knew it. Denying that she felt anything for him at all was the only way she knew to protect herself.

​ And the fact that he didn’t run after her was all the proof she needed.

​ Emma got off the bus, and wiped her tears. Her father didn’t need to see her like this.

​ “There you are,” Jane said as Emma walked inside. She sat in the living room with an older man that Emma vaguely recognized. “Where have you been all day?”

​ “School,” Emma answered, weary of Jane’s guest.

​ “Hmm,” the man regarded her closely, as though he was inspecting a product he was looking to buy. “You are much prettier in person, my dear.”

​ “Excuse me?” Emma asked. She felt very put off by this man, and wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. Jane snatched her arm, and pulled her off to a corner in the living room.

​ “Don’t be rude!” she hissed. “This is going to be your husband. You’re going to marry him after graduation.”

​ “What? No! I paid that money back to you! Why is even here?” Emma yelled, pulling her arm out of Jane’s grasp.

​ “He offered me even more money for you, and I of course said yes.”

​ “I am not yours to sell!”

​ “Shut up, you stupid little twit! I have suffered enough with your alcoholic father and having to deal with raising you. It’s my turn to be happy. You will not ruin this for me!”

​ The stranger stood and walked towards them.

​ “Please,” he said, a dirty smirk and a revolting look in eyes. “You’ll be a happy girl.” He advanced on Emma, who began to back away from him. His eyes roamed her body, and Emma felt so exposed. “I think… I’d like a taste of my bride-to-be. Perhaps we could practice for our honeymoon.”

​ “You will not touch me,” Emma warned.

​ “You are bought and paid for. I will sample what is mine!” He grabbed her hands, and led her away through the house, back towards the bedrooms. Terror filled Emma as she realized what he was insinuating and that he and Jane had planned this while she was gone.

​ “No!” Emma yelled. “Let go of me! Let go!” She tired to fight him off, but his hold was too strong. As she was dragged past her father’s room, she could hear him yelling.

​ “Emma!” he called. “Don’t touch my baby! Emma!” A loud thud followed, and Emma knew that it the sound of him falling out of the bed.

​ “Daddy!” she shouted! “Don’t hurt yourself.” Her father continued to call for her.

​ Her attacker threw her into a room and closed the door.

​ “Let’s see what’s under those clothes.” His slimy voice wrapped around her, stealing the air from her body. He lunged at her, and began tearing away her clothes. Horror and adrenaline gripped Emma’s heart for the second time that day.

​ “No!” Emma struggled to keep him away. He lunged at her again, and she kneed him in the crotch, incapacitating him for a moment. Emma dashed out of the room.

​ “Help!” she called as she ran towards the front door.

Her father’s muffled protests poured through his shut door. Emma hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t leave him. Jane saw her trying to run and pushed her over.

​ “Don’t you dare try and run out of this house!”

​ “Jane, he’s trying to rape me!”

​ “I do not care!” Jane screamed in her face. Fresh tears stung Emma’s eyes. Her situation sank in. “You see this?” Jane flashed a large stack of cash at her. “This is all you are worth to me. That is your fiancé now. You aren’t my problem anymore. Now go back there, and give him what he wants!”

​ “Please, don’t do this,” Emma sobbed.

​ “Shut up,” Jane grabbed Emma by the hair, and dragged her back to the room. “Here she is.” Jane shoved her back in and locked the door.

​ The man was angry, pure evil was alive in his eyes.

​ “You have been very naughty,” he said. “Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson!” He lunged at her. Emma tried to dodge, but he was able to catch her arm and throw her on the bed.

​ “No!” Emma screamed. She tried to roll of the bed, but he forced himself on top of her. He smelled like old cigarettes and hair oil. The scent made Emma gag. Giant, clammy fingers tore at her shirt making her skin crawl and her blood run cold. Charged horror sparked throughout as he forced his lips down on hers. She wiggled beneath, anything to get him off. But this only seemed to spur him on.

​ Her phone was buzzing in her pocket. Emma prayed she’d be able to fight him off long enough to answer it. Whoever it was on the other end could call the police and save her. Emma managed to kick him away. She scrambled for her phone. She was able to answer it, but he knocked of her hand.

​ “I see you’re going to have to learn the hard way,” he mocked her. He slapped her across the face and ripped her bra off.

​ “Help me! Please help me!” Emma cried. She felt almost disconnected from herself. *This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.*

​ “No one is going to help you! I own you. I will have you.” He teared her pants off. Emma screamed and cried. He threw her back onto the bed, and took off his shirt.

​ “Please don’t do this! Please!” Emma wailed. He forced himself on top of her. Rough hands rubbed around her naked skin. His slimy touch, the smell of stale cigarettes and the feel of his flesh on hers was more than she could bear. Emma kept screaming yearning that whoever had called her could understand what was happening. She looked over at the phone and saw that the caller had hung up.
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