(A/N's note: Warning: viewer aggression advised)
He laid me down on the bed, then began to take his own clothes off. I began to whimper as he got on, beginning to stroke my hair.
"Please, stop." I begged, crying as he softly stroked some more, making his way down to my neck. My anxiety began to grow as Nate forced me to look at him.
Nate smiled and said in a chilling tone that made me cry harder, "Never... IÂ will never let you go.. No matter what..."
I broke down as he continued to touch me once more, making his way down my waist then back up.
Nate reached for my back and ran his hands down to my side as I continued pleading.
He looked down at me with careless eyes, silently telling me to shut up. I slowed it down to a whimper which seemed to please him.
Nate got up, putting his clothes back on and walked off, as if nothing happened, closing the door.
As soon as he left, I began to sob quietly. I was used and felt dirty as tears ran down my face.
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Wrapping myself up in a towel, I went downstairs to get my clothes. The sight of them being on the floor made me cringe.
I scooped then up real quick and ran back to my room, hoping I wouldn't run into...him.
As soon as I closed the door, I began to feel dizzy and nauseated after what he did with me.
The moment I put on my shirt, I immediately had flashbacks of the terrifying experience what I had witnessed.
I then heard my door open and spun around to see Nate narrowing his eyes and smirking.
"Can't a girl get any privacy?" I muttered, holding the towel up to my chest.
He must've heard me because his smirk faded and began to glare at me.
"What did you say?" He demanded, anger slowly making its way into his eyes.
I took a step back as he went in, closing the door. "N-nothing.."
"'N-nothing..'. I heard that, Anna." He took a few steps towards me, placing both hands on the wall, preventing me from escaping.
"No..not again..." I begged as he steered me to the bed, pinning me down.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ASSHOLE!!!" He demanded harshly and ignored my pleas.
The more I pleaded, the more he continued raping me. My eyes were now so puffed, I barely saw anything.
He then leaned towards my ear and whispered "Good night, my dear." then got off me.
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It was three o'clock in the morning and I had just woken up to find Nate watching me from the doorway, hidden in the shadows.
I gasped, drawing the blanket closer to me. "What are you doing, you creep?"
He sighed heavily, closing the door and walked back to his room.
What was that? I asked myself, shaking. Hopefully, this will be a bad dream...