Chapter 43

"What are you talking about?" Melissa asked confusion written all over her face as Michael ignore her and walks to the bed at the corner.

    "Come here"

  Melissa's eyes grow wide like they would pop out any moment soon. She moved back pressing herself against the door as she broke down, crying bitterly.

   "Michael this is not you doing this" she tried to convince him.

   "Do you think I am a psychic or what?" Michael lay with his back flat on the bed, both hands tucked below his head as he smile "You know I am not drunk".

    Melissa didn't bother answering, she just watches around the room if she could see anywhere he had left the key. It didn't take long before she saw it, placed alone on the bed stand that he was on. How could he have locked the door and kept the key that far and she never noticed?

   She must think of what to do or something bad would happen.

   She had never been in such a condition, where she would be trapped with a male. She didn't even feel scared when Williams attempt to remove her towel almost months ago.

   Melissa had read about so many cases like this but she didn't believe it would be her turn soon. With Michael still staring blankly at the ceiling, she brought out her phone and dialed the first number.

   " Fuck!"

   She cuss as she noticed the first number is Williams's number, she end the call and began to search for Molly's number before Michael snatched her phone.

    His smile went dark, as he threw the device carelessly to the floor. He grabbed her neck and brought her close to his face, they were so close that he could feel her breath.

   Like a psychopath, Michael closed his eyes as he inhale deeply from her. He brought her shoulders to his level with just both hands on her waist and smelt her again.

   "You smell like heaven"

He repeated his act again, and again and again. Scaring the hell out of her.

    "Let's make a deal," he said.

  "Let me go" Melissa cried "please just -".

  She paused as they both turned her attention to under the chair, where Michael had thrown it. They glared at each other for a while before she began to wiggle her legs. Michael had carried her that he forgot her legs were in the air.

    " You called for help?" Michael seems more pissed than before, he carelessly dropped her and walked to the phone "Who did you call?".

   Melissa grumbles as she nurses her hurting knee, she won't be happy if Michael makes her lose her chance of dancing by breaking her legs.

    " Who the fuck did you call?" Michael yelled, eyeing the phone like he didn't like the caller.

   "Williams"

  Michael chuckled, he end the call and walked back to her. He seems comfortable than he was a few seconds ago.

  "Who called?" Melissa got to her feet.

   In response, Michael drew her clothes, he drew it so hard that he ripped the left hand of her dress. He pulled her back as she attempt to run and ripped the second hand of her dress, letting the dress fall to her waist.

   "Michael please" She began to cry again " I swear I didn't want to call him, it was a big mistake".

    Michael just kept humming as he loosen his belt, he let his trousers fall before he stepped out of it.

    "You can not fucking touch me"

    Melissa did the unthinkable, she kicked him where the sun never shine, grabbed her phone, and ran to the bed. She snatched the key and made it to run out only to collide with his hard chest.

   "I just want to make it easy for you" He barked "But now, I will make you and Williams feel your pain"

    He took her phone for her and dialed Williams's number, he smirked as Williams picked it immediately, just like he was expecting her call. He put the phone on a loud speaker so he would hear every single word.

    "Melissa I am so sorry" He didn't even let her start.

   Melissa went white, she looked at the phone in Michael's hand then his face.

     "You know about this too?" She moved back.

    "Know About what?" Williams asked.

    Melissa's lips quivered as Michael climbed close to her on the bed each time she moves back. She looked at the lampstand and noticed the alcohol bottle, Michael must have dropped it when he was here.

   "Melissa please talk to me" Williams's voice became hoarse "Melissa fucking talk to me, what's wrong".

    Melissa stared at Michael's face in terror as she moved to the drink slowly, she was so slow that Michael didn't notice, his attention was on the phone and his smile was broad.

     "Melissa we can talk this out" Williams choked in his voice "It's not me, it's Rosie. You know I won't do you bad, I love you, Melissa".

    Disgust spread across Michael's face as he brought the phone to his lips.

    " HELLO, BROTHER" he smirked.

   He imagined the kind of horror that would be written all over his brother's face and his evil smile grew.

    "Cat has your tongue?" He teased.

     "Michael," Williams said softly "Michael please do not touch her"

     Michael laughed, he turned to look at Melissa that have grown white of fear at the corner of the bed near the lampstand. His smirk possessed his face as he looked at her chest, it seems like her full breasts were a kind of special trophy for him.

     "MICHAEL!" Williams suddenly howled "IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER I SWEA-"

    "Save your strength" Michael dropped the phone after increasing the volume "I only want to fuck her".

     They heard Williams bang the table and yell, the nose increased as the noise increased.

    " Michael please do not do it" Williams begged more "I beg you, just tell me what you want".

   Michael paused and pretend to think, he moved back to the phone.

    "Okay "

   "Okay, what?" Melissa and Williams asked in unison.

   Michael turned sharply to Melissa, obviously pissed, he couldn't believe she just said the same thing to him.

    "I had wanted to let her go if she is still a virgin but" he went back to Melissa "I want you to listen and imagine it's you doing the fucking".

    " NO! NO!!" Williams yelled "You fucking psycho, let her go you bastard. If you touch her I swear I will kill you!!!"

Michael ignored the rants as he began to hum his favorite song again, he salute the phone as he moved closer to Melissa that had already been screaming.

    He yanked Melissa's hair as their lips connected kissing her aggressively. At first, she refused to open her mouth until he bite her lower lips, he bit it so hard that she screamed in pain. he then left her breathing heavily with her lips bleeding, aggressively, he ripped the dress off her dedicate small body with his impatient hands.

   " Finally, you are mine" he eyed her body hungrily.

    It happened fast, so fast that it felt unreal.
She smashed the bottle on his head and jumped off the bed.

   "You are mine Mother fucker" She picked up her phone, Williams was already screaming her name before she even held it well with her shaking hands "Please trace the call, you have to hel-"

    Melissa saw the star as she fell to the ground, her head began to pound and her vision became blurry. She got a little bit back to herself when she felt Michael's strong hands pressing her breasts.

   "Please!".

    "You fucking piece of pussy"  he groaned as she pleaded.

    In seconds he was on top of her, both of them totally naked. He held her hands as she began to struggle and used his legs to keep hers apart.

    Melissa wanted to give up, she wanted to just stay quiet until he is done with her and she can cry home. She closed her eyes and open her mind, getting prepared to pass out as a jolting pain brought her back.
 
     It's was Michael's big dick, trying to enter her opening. Forcing itself and ignoring her screams of pain.

     She thought he wanted to release her when he retreats, she almost thank her stars until she felt something wet on her Virginia,  followed by the whole of Michael.

    She resumed screaming, pleading, cursing, crying. She just wants the pain to stop. She tried to move but her hands could not even move, both of them were in one of Michael's large palms the other yanked her breasts violently.

      "Williams can fuck my ass he if wants"

   Michael exchange his hand for his lips, he sucked at her nipples, biting the red little bugs. His thrust increased as he drives his entire length into her, groaning loudly as she whimpered, he held her throat as his animalistic thrust became faster.

   Melissa felt herself drifting away, I was like she was going to die as she struggled to breathe. The pain kept coming, more than ever like an alligator was forcing itself to come out her mouth.

    Slowly she closed her eyes, letting darkness envelop her.

      ' I had failed myself ' she thought.