WARNING, DEPICTIONS OF R@PE AND MURD&R ARE DISPLAYED.
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None of this is real, and it's 18+ Read at your own risk.
His rough callused hands slid over my skin like a snake does its prey. I could feel him, touch, grope and pinch every single part. They always said sex was a second heaven where your bodies communicated with each other. It wasn't, not to me and the others. It felt all but pleasant. I felt disgusted. I tried screaming my lungs off for him to stop but he wouldn't listen. His large build blocked me from escaping and I could do nothing but hope for it to end soon.
My skin crawled every time I heard his slow steady breaths brush through my ear. I was overpowered and couldn't do anything but just...accept my fate. I regret that decision, I should have fought him away, but no... I was too scared for my life. 'What if he kills me when I refuse, what if.. ' I should have fought with every strength I had to escape him.
His kisses were nothing like tender, or soft. Teeth bit my tongue and lips and hand groped my boob so hard I cried. Disgust, pain and fear, those words perfectly describe how every inch of my body felt. Nothing about this was bearable, especially when I felt his member grind against me.
All my life, I was pure, immaculate even, but his touch was more than a stain or a blemish on my skin. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet, life can be soo fvcking unpredictable.
"N-no, I'm begging you please... please... please I beg you, don't... "
It was like talking to a brick wall.
They say your first time hurts, they never gave the scale.
He struggled and pushed himself inside me. Words.. words cannot describe the excruciating pain that rode past my nerves. It felt like needles were stabbing me, sometimes one, other times a million.
The next few minutes felt like an eternity of begging, pain, blood, tears and hopelessness. I felt repulsed, dirtified and humiliated by him. And when he finally pulled it out and my eyes got less blurry, I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my chest. I gagged and my eyes moved to my chest.
His hands firmly held the handle of the knife he'd plunged into my chest. I forgot to breathe. The metallic taste made it's way through my tastebuds as I coughed out my blood.
"W-why? "
I weakly asked him, but it was either his smiling face or the way he took out the knife and stabbed my other side that told me he wouldn't answer. Or he did. Simply for fun.
They say the hearing sense tends to be the last to dissipate when someone dies. It is true, I felt darkness, saw darkness, but I could still hear the sound of his laughter and the knife pierce through my skin.
I'd rather die than relive that day, I'd rather die than meet that person ever again. Oh, *smiles* I am dead, and, no one will ever know what happened to me and the others. All we can do is lead him to more poor naive souls to calm his desires, or else he'll get mad.
No one likes it when he gets mad...
