Chapter 5: Fragile

~AURORA~

“No… please… I don’t want this…”

My voice came out small. Fragile. Nothing like my own.

Marcel didn’t stop.

His hand clamped around my wrist when I tried to crawl back on the bed, dragging me down like I weighed nothing. Panic flooded my chest so fast I could barely breathe.

“Please,” I begged again, shaking my head wildly. “I don’t want this.”

“Just keep your mouth shut and don’t try to resist.” He warned, his tone cold.

Tears blurred my vision.

“I’m begging you…”

He leaned closer, his presence swallowing the air around me.

“You belong to me now,” he said, voice low and final. “Stop fighting it.”

I tried anyway.

I pushed at his chest. Kicked. Twisted. My body trembled violently beneath his grip, but it was useless. He was too strong.

“Please don’t do this…” My words broke into sobs. “I’m scared…”

“Then stay still,” he muttered, irritated. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

His hands forced my legs apart again despite my resistance.

And then… I felt his huge cock deep inside me. Hard and fast. He fucked me roughly and I cried harder, turning my face away, squeezing my eyes shut as if darkness could make this disappear.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I refused.

His fingers dug into my jaw, forcing my face back toward his. The impact of his fingers on my skin were sharp, causing bruises.

“I said, look at me!” He barked, and I flinched, facing him instantly.

“I’m sorry.” I muttered.

“When I take you,” he said harshly, “you don’t hide.”

“Please…” I pleaded,

But my pleas meant nothing.

They dissolved into the air like smoke, unheard or simply ignored.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight.” He cursed under his breath at my tightness, gripping my hips harder as I struggled beneath him.

“Stay still,” he commanded again, voice rough, laced with dark satisfaction. “You’ll get used to it.”

I didn’t.

Every movement hurt. Every second felt endless, stretching into eternity while my mind fractured, trying desperately to separate from what was happening to my body.

I was trapped here, beneath him.

Tears soaked the pillow beneath my face as I sobbed helplessly.

Time lost all meaning.

When it was finally over, I barely registered the moment he pulled away.

My body felt numb.

Broken.

Used.

He got off the bed without a word, completely unaffected, adjusting his clothes like nothing significant had happened. Like he’d just finished some mundane task.

I lay there exactly where he left me—naked, shaking, too weak to move.

The sheets beneath me were stained with blood.

My blood.

The sight of it made my stomach turn, bile rising in my throat. This was real. This had happened. The evidence was right there, stark and undeniable against the white fabric.

A quiet whimper escaped my lips as the pain settled deeper between my thighs, throbbing, raw, unbearable. Even the smallest movement sent fresh waves of agony through my body.

I curled slightly onto my side, wincing instantly.

It hurt everywhere.

My body. My heart. My soul.

Everything felt damaged beyond repair, like I’d been shattered into a thousand pieces that could never be put back together properly. Some essential part of me had been destroyed in that bed, and I knew with absolute certainty that I would never get it back.

The door opened.

For one foolish second, I thought he might come back. That maybe he’d show some shred of humanity, some acknowledgment of what he’d just done. That he might at least offer a towel, a blanket, something.

But he didn’t even look at me as he walked out.

Not a glance. Not a word. Nothing.

As if I was already forgotten.

The door shut behind him with a soft click.

And I was alone.

Completely, devastatingly alone in a room that smelled like him and blood and something I couldn’t name but that made my stomach churn.

That was when the sobs truly came—loud, broken, uncontrollable. I clutched the sheets to my chest like they could hide me, protect me, undo what had just been done. My whole body shook with the force of my crying, each sob tearing through my chest like it was trying to escape.

But nothing could undo this.

Nothing could take back what had been stolen.

I cried for myself. For my innocence. For the girl I had been just hours ago who had thought the worst thing that could happen was being sold to a stranger.

How naive I had been.

I cried until my throat hurt, until my voice went hoarse and my tears ran dry. Until there was nothing left inside me but emptiness and pain and a bone-deep exhaustion that went beyond physical.

The room grew darker as time passed—minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell. The curtains were drawn, letting in only slivers of light that tracked across the floor like prison bars.

At some point, the pain and emotional numbness dragged me under.

I fell asleep like that—naked, sore, stained with my own blood. My last conscious thought was hoping I wouldn’t wake up. That maybe sleep would take me somewhere I didn’t have to exist in this new reality.

******

BANG!

I jerked up suddenly and eyes flew open instantly, heart hammering against my ribs.

For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Everything felt wrong—the bed, the room, my body. Then the pain hit, sharp and immediate, and memories crashed back all at once like a wave pulling me under.

The door slammed open so hard it hit the wall, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

I gasped, clutching the sheets to my chest as a man stormed into the room.

I had never seen him before.

Tall. Dangerous. Furious.

And holding a gun.

He pointed it straight at me without hesitation, eyes blazing with rage as they swept over my naked, bruised body. His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. Whatever he had expected to find in this room, it clearly wasn’t me.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He demanded angrily.

My heart stopped.

I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t move.

Could barely breathe.

All I could do was stare at him with wide, terrified eyes and clutch the bloodstained sheets tighter to my body—as if fabric could somehow protect me from whatever was about to happen next.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​