A scream ripped from her throat as she struggled against him, trying with all her might to push him off of her. His hands, much bigger than her own, pinned her down by her wrists as he straddled her waist. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be prince charming, not the beast. She bucked her hips up, grunting as she struggled under him while he only laughed down at her. “Shh, be quiet and I’ll make this not so painful,” he whispered, using one hand to hold her wrists up over her head while his other hand pulled out a knife from his pocket.
Her whole body was shaking when he brought the knife to her face. She turned away, taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes. She could feel the sharp cool metal slicing into her skin, making her want to yell out in pain but she held it back, believing that he’ll keep to his word and make it less painful. She felt his tongue run along the cut, lapping up the blood that trickled from the wound. “You taste sweet, like milk and strawberries,” he stated, his voice soft and warm with a hint of something more dangerous behind it. She opened her eyes, looking at him to find him fumbling with his jean buttons. Her eyes widened when he undid them before his hand moved to under her own.
“No, not that please. Please, anything but that,” she sobbed but he only chuckled and continued. “Get off me!” she yelled, bucking her hips up harder, trying to desperately to get out of his grasp. Her nails dug into his hand that held them but that only seemed to edge him on. He liked the pain.
Another blood curdling scream ripped out from her throat when he entered her, pounding into her without mercy as she cried beneath him. She wasn’t even aware if he was using protection or not. She could feel him inside of her, scraping her insides raw. She could feel blood trickle between her thighs which only made her cry harder. Soon, he slowed down and pulled out of her. He let go of her hands and she curled up in a ball on the bed, crying as she heard him leave and go into the bathroom. He reemerged, this time with a wet cloth as he pulled her over, spreading her legs. She bit her lip as she waited for him to rape her again but to her surprise, he didn’t. He took the wet cloth and wiped the blood from her thighs, being gentle and kind. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with his soft blue ones.
He then moved up her body, lying next to her as he took her in his arms as a lover would do. She didn’t reject, her whole being to tired and ready to die then and there. Her head rested against his chest as he held her, mumbling sweet words of love against her hair. “I’m sorry for being so rough,” he whispered, his hand slipping down to her legs, slipping between them and finding the small nub before rubbing it gently. “I’ll bring you pleasure forever. You’ll be mine,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing the nub as he inserted on finger into her, building up the wetness that was forming between her legs.
She tried not to moan out in pleasure. It was wrong. He had just raped her and here he was, trying to make it up to her by pleasuring her. It felt good but she felt so dirty and disgusted at the same time. And the problem was he could tell. “Go ahead, I want to hear you.” Afraid that he would return to his rough ways, she allowed herself to moan out and pant heavily as he began to pump his fingers faster and rub his thumb harder against her nub. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered as she came with a small yell. She closed her eyes, ashamed of herself and what had just taken place.
She could feel the bed move beneath her as he shifted next to her, his hand running up and down her arm as he placed kisses on her shoulder. “You’ll learn to love me. You’ll learn to see a man behind this monster. I just need you. I just needed this. Someday, you’ll forgive me. Someday, you’ll learn and that’s all that matters,” he whispered. “Someday, you’ll teach me to be a better man and that means more to me than-“
“Shhh,” she whispered, turning over in his arms. She placed her fingers against his lips, closing her eyes before finally looking at the broken monster in front of her. “I hope you’re right. But for tonight, sleep.” He nodded, pulling the covers over their battered bodies. She sighed, closing her eyes for the final time that day and drifted off to sleep in the monsters arm.
“You’ll learn to love me again. I promise.” He whispered before he himself drifted off to a place where she did love him again and where this night had never taken place at all.