Ch. 7: Damp

VERA'S POV 

His left hand was on my hair, his teeth were on my neck, and his right hand was on my breast as he pushed his dîck inside me, and I caught my breath.

That's what he tried to warn me about, but I was too adamant to listen. He's a beast. A sex freak! I thought I was going to die in his hands and I begged for mercy, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

I didn't know what I felt; I couldn't tell if I was enjoying it or not. At one point, he thrusted deeply inside me and paused. His muscles creaked and I gnashed my teeth in pain as my vagina opened wider to accept the whole of him.

"Jackson! Please!! You are hurt–hurting me!!!" I cried again, and forcibly pulled at the wall. 

He knew what I was trying to do, so he grabbed my two hands and twisted them to my back. He pinned them there as he started thrusting in and out again, fast and furious.

I tasted blood in my mouth and heard my joints screeching. When I cried out again, his right hand flew to my jaw and bent my head backwards, his lips crushed on mine immediately, and I fainted.

When I regained consciousness again, he was on his knees stroking himself and groaning as his cum poured on the floor.

The whole room and his undaunted figure spun in my eyes. I was seated on the floor and my back was against the wall. 

When everything became stable in my eyes and I saw the demonic look in his eyes, I flew upstairs to my room and locked myself up. It was with sheer luck that I didn't fall because I automatically flew up the stairs.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision. What have I gotten myself into? Why did I agree to even take him for today? 

His nails had dug holes all over my body. My face was all red. Blood stains were visible on my lips, I sat down on my bed and wept. I felt as though he had set my whole body ablaze. 

Why am I crying now? I wanted it too, right? If I hadn't wanted him so badly, I would have asked him to leave or called security. For one thing, I know that there's no way he would've forced me.

I was about to go into my bathroom for a hot bath when I heard him knock on my door.

"Vera, I'm very sorry. Did I hurt you? Please, open the door, I didn't mean to do that." He kept knocking at the door even when I told him to go away.

I angrily opened the door and glared at him. "What the fûck do you want now? Haven't you gotten enough? You know what, it's my mistake, I don't want to ever see you again. Get out of my house!" 

He knelt and shook his head. He tried to touch me, but I kicked his hands away. "I don't know what got into me, I would never hurt you intentionally." 

I laughed fauxly. What's he talking about? This guy doesn't know me, does he? I can't tell how we got to be partners in crime while we only met yesterday.

"Like I said before, I will hand my resignation letter to the person who employed me. I don't want to cross paths with you again. Whatever we did is a spur of the moment for me, and I hope you see it as such and stop bugging me." I warned him.

He stood up and ran his fingers over my neck where he had bitten me. He made eye contact with me and I looked dazed at him. 

"What are you doing?" I asked with a disgusted look on my face. "Please, go! Leave me alone. What are you?!" I was stunned at myself for reacting in such a way.

"Every second that ticked by, I want you more and it's scaring me. I should ask you what you are doing to me. You are right; I should get far away from you; I can't bear to hurt you like this again; I won't forgive myself if I keep doing this to you." Desire flared in his eyes as he kept staring wonderingly at me.

He turned quickly and took to his heels. I didn't know what I should be doing, so I stood there until I heard the door open and close. I hesitantly went into my bathroom.

When I finally garnered enough strength to go downstairs to my kitchen, I decided to clean it and mop the whole house. I couldn't get over what happened between me and someone I barely knew. It's dirty to even think about.

Someone I have never met before? He might not be a human being! Vera, what have you done? It wasn't that bad, was it? It's almost two years since I left home, and had a good sèx. 

My father is doing everything in his power to get to me, but no one knows where I am except my best friend. I trust she would never give me out to him or my mother. They never wanted me, what exactly do they want from me now?

Which sounds better: my loveless, boring, and sex-starving relationship back then or this out-of-the-blue, head-spinning sex with a total stranger? I have gone crazy!

I can't believe the nonsense I am thinking about. "Snap out of it, Vera!" I shook my head. 

I forgot I was standing on a stool trying to get a cobweb I noticed while cleaning, I  took a step, fell on top of the bucket of dirty water and twisted my ankle.

"Aish! How can so much bad luck follow me in one day?!!" I winced as I watched the dirty water spill around the parlour.

Now I have to clean up the mess with a twisted ankle and find a doctor soon after. I didn't know where to start, so I just sat there as the dirty water made my skirt damp.