*Content Warning: This piece contains references to sexual assault, which may be triggering to some.
Barging into the room,
at 3am,
he wore a heavy scent
of whiskey as cologne.
She prepared
for the worst.
She knew exactly
what he
had wanted.
He approached
the bed.
His hand slide
up her leg,
“I hope that
you’re awake,
baby girl,”
he smiled wide.
She shivered
at his words.
Although she
already knew
what was to come,
she always
hoped she was
wrong.
He lifted the
blanket,
crawling into bed
along with her.
She felt a sense
of fear
fall over her.
“I’ll make sure
you feel
completely safe,
baby girl,”
he whispered
into her ear.
She wanted
to scream on
the top of her
lungs.
She wanted to
do something,
anything,
to alert someone
else.
His fingers wrapped
around her forearm,
fear falling over her
again
with the touch.
“Shh,”
He whispered.
Almost like,
he could read
her mind.
She remained
silent.
What good would
it do to speak
out now?
Especially when
he was already
here.
She felt her body
get flipped over,
his hands sliding
down her hips
as he removed her pants,
first,
then her panties.
“Moan for me,”
He spoke out
as he thrusted
up inside her.
His hand pressed
against her
stomach
as he thrusted more
and more
inside her.
She faked a
moan,
just to keep
him
satisfied
and happy.
“That’s it,
baby girl,”
He moaned
out.
“That’s it,”
She felt
disgusted
with every
thrust.
She tried to
scream,
letting all
that had been
piling up inside her
out,
but he saw right
through her.
“Are you not
having fun,
baby girl?”
he questioned,
his hand pressed
firmly
against her lips.
Laying there,
she felt
completely
and
utterly
useless.
Eventually,
the pain was
finished.
He pulled out
and fell onto
the bed
right beside her.
“That was fun.”
He smiled,
“Wasn’t it,
baby girl?”
She stared up
at the ceiling,
trying to
figure out
what exactly she
had done,
that caused her to
deserve this.
“Sure,”
She replied,
knowing that
any other answer
she could ever give
him,
would lead to more
pain.
