Pain

I blinked. Once. Twice. I lost count. My mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. 

The thin line on his forehead increased,his brows wrinkled in deep frown. His expression was unreadable; his eyes darkened.

He strides towards me, digging his hand into my arm as he twirls me around. Dizziness washed over me, I felt light headed and saw stars from the effect of turning me around without warning. He pushed me down onto his desk, my chest coming in contact with the pile if files on his desk

“You leave me no choice” he snarled as he towered behind me, my eyes burning with tears from the pains of the stack of files pressing against my boobs in an unpleasant way. 

“Wait, please” I tried to push back at his hand that was pressing me down but he's too strong for me. 

“You want it the hard way? Then you'll get this the worst way” his voice sounded raspy as he pressed down in my back

I kicked back both of my legs painfully, my air flow was blocked and I was breathing slowly and shakily, years were pouring out of my eyes as I continued to struggle against him. 

His palm met with my behind making a harsh sound in the now silent room. 

“Stay still and not make this difficult” 

“What are you doing?! Let me go” my voice came out strangled and stifled. I pushed against him forcefully but I was no match against him and he landed another slap on my bum followed by the sound of my shorts getting shredded. 

“Please let me go, I beg you” I pleaded lowly as realization down on me, I'm about to get raped. I raised my head to look at him, his tightened jaw, leered eyes and scattered hair made him look more crazy. 

He spread my legs with his and stood in between them. 

“Just take it like you always do, like the bitch that you are” his hand moved from pressing my back to being wrapped around my neck. 

He held my neck so tight that I tried to shake my head for him to let go of my neck. 

“I can't bre..” I could get the words out as the sound of my underwear getting ripped off made my eyes widen, unable to get the word out of my mouth. I fought and struggled harder to get away from him but I wasn't a nice match for him and was exhausted. 

He slammed into me from behind, the pain splitting me in half

“Ahhhhh, Stopppp” I yelled out to him tearfully, my inside was on fire. I couldn't cry as his grip on my neck tightened once more and I struggled to breathe. 

“Fuck! I should have recorded this. Like the last one, I'm sure your wrecked father would love to see how good you're been treated as a result of his betrayal”

Last one! 

Then it dawned on me, it was never about me. It's about my father. It's revenge! 

For what? 

I struggled for air, I couldn't breathe. Unsure if it was his hardened grip on my neck or I was choking on my tears. 

All I could do was curse my father in my head.

Killian made it known every time he was punishing me that I'm suffering for my father's sins. My Dad has been a sweetheart since I can remember, he stepped up immediately after the death of my mother and I couldn't be more grateful. He holds a special place in my heart.

Well, that's until recently. With every minute and second I've spent in this house, I've resented him, cursed him in my head several times. 

He increased his thrusts,dragging me out of my head and bringing me back to the room. it gets worse by each thrust, the pain heightens every second. His other hand firmly pressed down on my waist, I don't know which one hurts more. 

My years tipped to the head of the desk along with the files I was resting on. Sending my neck without support except his hold on my neck. 

“STAY STILL!” he yelled “you might get your neck snapped if you keep struggling”

I tried to push him back with my behind when I felt blood rushing to my head, my eyes were blurry and my head was starting to get heavy. 

“You like that huh?” I couldn't shake my head, my hand felt useless as I could push myself up with it. It was like I was drained of all my strength, I felt weak and boneless. 

His increased pace was starting to get sloppy, indicating he was close to cumin. I winced in pain when he thrust in for the last time. 

It wasn't like the last time when he was a bit gentle, my hand gripped onto the desk tightly when he moved from me, his semen flowing down my thighs irritatingly. 

Feeling like trash, I want to disappear. I bite the inside I'd my mouth till I taste blood. 

“Get out! Go get yourself cleaned and prepare for later” He moved from behind me and was standing a few steps away from me, fixing his pants. 

I wanted to ask what I should prepare for but j decided against it

I managed to get up, picked my clothes up and dragged my wobbly feet out of the room, through the passage, groaning with each step. 

I stood there, but I wasn't there. My body moved, but I wasn’t the one controlling it. Each step felt like walking through thick mud. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger—broken, unrecognizable.

 My mascara smeared on my face with a dried line of tears, red lines were drawn across my chest, and on my breast. Exhausted was an understatement, I was drained. I traced the line with shaky hands and winced painfully, my stomach drowned in sadness and another wave of tears threatened to fall. 

I hate him

I hate my father

I hate my life! 

Again, I cuss out my father.