3. FORCED

Trigger warning: This chapter contains non-consensual sexual activity.

I was dropped off three hours later in the middle of nowhere. We had left civilization thirty minutes back, just the driver and I. God knows where the other cars had gone. I was raw, staring up at the medium-sized glass house. The glass was dark, sending a shiver down my body. 

It looked like an expensive and fancy prison I would not be able to escape. 

Trees were all that rounded it, a tall wire keeping who knows what out. 

The air was cold, the sun sending its goodbyes. I walked up, opened the door as the car drove to the garage. A smaller house stood just a few miles from where I was heading but it was still in the compound. 

I took the steps up, raw with emotion. I did not know where my husband was and what I would meet in the house. 

The handle was pushed down and the door gave way. 

Did he just leave his house unlocked? 

“ Hello?” 

It felt like the start of a scary movie. 

No one answered, my voice just echoing. 

I went from room to room, searching for someone but after awhile I realized I was on my own and the driver never came into the house. I walked up the stairs and finally found a room that seemed to have life in it. 

The house was as scary as its owner. No personal artifacts, no color. It was all blacks, greys, and whites. Everything seemed overly perfect, perfectly squared. Seeing the bed pulled me into exhaustion. I went to it, running my fingers through the cover. 

“What have they done to my father?” I hoped they hadn’t punished him. A sigh pulled out as I thought of the conversation I would have to have with my husband. 

I had to stop being emotional and use everything in me to make as comfortable a life as I could get with him. Did he have rank? I was not sure but Mafia men were all the same. They were abusive and wild. 

My nights would be cold and lonely. He would travel a lot, was surely abusive, and probably fucked anything with legs. 

I didn’t want this. I wanted to have a nice small family which I would love with all my heart. As of then I had to buckle my heart with belts. I had to shield myself from any torture I would endure at the hands of my dear husband. 

Sighing, I moved to the bathroom where I found all my toiletries. They had taken my bags to his house the evening before. 

I took a long hot shower, preparing myself for what was to come. 

Maybe I would be lucky and he wouldn't come back for the next month. Maybe he would die somewhere and I would be free. 

The thoughts halted as I oiled my elbows. I listened but I did not hear the sound again so I put down my lotion and walked back to the bedroom. I pulled the covers back only to freeze as the door opened. 

The scream was stuck at the tip of my tongue with my eyes taking in the sight before me. My husband walked in and the man was drenched in blood. It clung to every pore of his and left his hair sloped down. His shirt had turned crimson, clammed on his skin. 

My own blood ran cold. 

Whose blood was it? 

Was it my father’s? 

Had he been punishing my father? 

The question was left on my tongue as I stared, paled. 

His eyes found mine and I swear the devil was walking on earth, staring right at me. I saw the embers of hell in his eyes. 

I stumbled back in shock. 

His eyes ran up and down my body before he bee-lined for the bathroom but not before sneering, “I don’t want that on your body when I come back.” 

The door slammed so hard I felt as if he had slammed it right to my face. His words did not even make sense until seconds later where all the blood drained out of me. I thought of running but the fear kept me bolted. He seemed angry. He seemed lethal. He would tear me apart. The cry was pushed back down my throat only to come back with much force. My whole body shook and all I could do was lower myself down on the bed before I fainted. 

I hadn’t known I had been shaking until the covers quivered with me. The tears threatened to turn me blind. I didn’t want this. Fuck! 

I had to fight but it was futile. He would have his way one way or another. 

Somehow I convinced myself that if I pretended to be asleep he would leave me alone so I pulled the covers up as if they would protect me. The prayer was chanted in my heart as the time dreadfully stretched. 

I heard the water run and an image of his body came to mind. He was so big he would bury me alive. 

“Please God,….”

I stopped even breathing as the door from the bathroom suddenly opened and closed. 

No sound was heard after that and the fear would swallow me whole. 

Where was he? What was he doing? 

My breath ran out as the cover was instantly ripped away, leaving me bare. 

I had a growl and I knew why he was angry. I was dressed when he had clearly stated his terms. 

I shook so hard, clutching whatever sheet was left near me. 

I wanted to beg but I bit my tongue in defiance. 

At some point I would have to give in but not like this. I was not ready. I needed time. 

My body was flipped around, and I found myself staring dead at the devil. 

The blood was gone, just water dropping from his hair. 

“What did I say?” 

He was dangerously on the edge.

“When I say do something, you do it.” 

If I wasn’t so scared I would have chuckled and told him to fuck off but I found myself staring wide-eyed. 

He crawled on top of me and that’s when he ripped my short nightgown apart forcefully until it fell off my body, giving him a front row show to my body. The sound on its own should have sent me crying but it had an entirely different effect. My eyes ran to his hand as it ran up as if sizing me and I guess he wasn’t impressed. His hands were humongous. His fingers were thick and long. 

I shivered as he ran his hand up my waist. 

It felt so foreign yet I was finding it hard not to react.. 

His knee parted my legs apart as I closed my eyes and began shaking my head. 

I would not give in so easily. Once I bent to his will I would lose any self-will I had left in me. 

My hands folded before I pressed them on his chest to push him away. 

“No!” I screamed at him then began thrashing. 

A groan poured from him, deep, and deadly. I pushed and thrashed harder. 

His body pinned me down, feeling his erect dick press on my stomach. 

He was huge. 

“No.” 

His hands pressed me harder, his touch turning so rough he would imprint on me. 

His knee pushed harder. My legs fell apart. His hand lowered down to my pussy with his mouth coming to my breast. The moment his tongue swiped over I pushed up, my nails digging into him with a groan pulling from him. 

I dug into his skin so deep I was sure blood was drawn. My feet pushed back and forth on the sheets. 

He bit my nipple and I pushed harder, moving my head from side to side. 

It seemed to excite him. It seemed to get him harder. 

His thick finger rubbed on my clit, pulling even more fight from me. 

Another groan poured from him before he quickly dipped his finger lower to slam it in me. 

“So wet.” He groaned as he thrust his finger deeper in me. 

I was too far gone to dwell in my shame. 

I fought to push my thighs closed but his thick arm stood, keeping them apart. He thrust in deeper and faster and I was left panting my words. 

“Stop.”

He tried to take in my whole breast in his mouth and I withered. He sucked and bit as I cried and begged. 

With each pump my legs were getting weaker. With each thrust it was harder to keep the fight. I gripped his side as he slipped another finger in me then rammed in me with such force. 

My back arched, gasping for air as I thrashed on the sheets. 

He licked my neck up, moving to bite my ear before sucking it. 

“My little slut.” 

His thumb pressed on my clit with his fingers deep in me, searching until he found my G-spot. As soon as he rubbed it, I buckled and cried out harshly. 

“Open wide for me.” 

“No. Fuck you.” I was able to groan out forcefully. My eyes found his, staring deep into each other. 

His free hand circled around my neck, pressing me down. 

“Open up.” 

Anger surged in me. 

“No!” I wheezed out. 

His fingers moved in my pussy again, pumping in me with such pure force. 

I had to fight to keep his stare and I was slowly losing. 

“Open.” 

I couldn’t even speak, just shaking my head.

“Open!” 

I was losing the fight with the pure pleasure riding through me. He pressed on my G-spot and I gasped out, my chest pushing out with a tremble running through me as I felt this liquid gush out my pussy. I was peeing! 

I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. 

My body thrashed up and down. His hand moved from my neck to my chest to hold me down as I thrashed so hard. The liquid poured out and I screamed with such paralyzing pleasure ripping through me.