Chapter 4

Jack POV

Then he kissed me. His lips were strong. Held onto mine like he was trying to take all of my

mouth. I was shocked and angry. I hated it. I fought to pull my head away but he held me still.

He was really strong.

He reached down. His hands went inside my pants. Grabbed my backside. His fingers pushed

hard against me slipping into the tight opening. "Please stop! I don’t want this!" I begged,. He

didn’t listen. I was really scared.

“I hate you!" I whispered,. That did not make him change. He just kept going.

“How about you hate me more?" he said. He pulled down his pants, showing me his large, hard

penis. I stared at how huge it was in shock. I couldn’t believe it.

He saw my face. His smile got bigger like he had won a big fight. He moved his weight onto me

pushing me down onto the mattress. The springs made a loud complaining sound under the

pressure. I couldn’t move my arms and his body felt heavy like a rock pressing all the air out of

me. I was really struggling.

He didn’t waste time. He pressed his hips forward. The first touch was an awful stretch. It hurt

deeply, like something tearing, as his hard length forced its way into the space. I yelled out—a

sharp sound that was half pain and half surprise. I was really hurting.

He kept pushing ignoring my cry. He was breathing hard and fast. I squeezed my eyes shut tight

trying to leave that dusty room in my mind. I tried to think of anything, the sky, clean air, anything

that wasn't this terrible feeling. I couldn't escape.

He kept moving, never stopping, until a big shudder ran through his body. He let out a sigh of

relief and then collapsed, his whole weight resting heavily on my stomach. I was really relieved

it was over.

The quiet after the sounds stopped was almost worse. His breathing was loud and ragged. He

didn’t look at my face. He just leaned his forehead against mine, acting like this was normal, like

a moment between two people. It was really weird.

He lifted his weight a little bit so I could take a small painful breath.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Jack?" he mumbled, his voice thick from his effort. I hated him.

Ryan finally got up. He moved off me. The relief of his weight leaving was instant but everything

still hurt too much. I could barely breathe right.

He pulled his pants up fast. He didn’t look at me with any care. He just gave an order. "Get up.

Go clean yourself," he said. Unchained me. I was really sore.

I didn't argue. I couldn’t. My whole body felt sore and heavy like I was walking through mud.

Even sitting up was work. My muscles screamed when I stood. I was really struggling.

The bathroom was tiny. I turned the water on high making it as hot as I could stand. The steam

rose up fast trying to cover me. I needed to wash to scrub off the feeling of him. I wanted to get

clean.

The hot water didn’t fix the deep hurt inside. When I moved carefully to wash myself a sharp

stinging pain shot through me. I bent over under the spray trying to be gentle. It was no use.

The place he had forced his way into was red. Felt bruised. I couldn't look down; the pain told

me everything I needed to know. I was really hurting.

That’s when the bathroom door shook hard.

“Jack? Are you taking forever?" Ryan’s voice sounded loud. Muffled through the door. I was

scared.

“Almost done, " I called out, my voice cracking. I turned the water hotter wishing the noise could

hide me. I was really trying to hide.

The shaking stopped. Then came a crash.

I froze against the tile wall. I knew the lock was weak. It wouldn't keep him out. I was really

scared.

The door flew open with a bang hitting the sink. Ryan stood there, already wet from the steam,

wearing his shirt. He looked angry and hungry again his body hard and ready. I was really

terrified.

The small room filled with steam, soap, and a scary kind of heat. He walked into the shower

space with me not caring about the water. He was really strong.

He grabbed my wrist hard—the one that was tied up before. He pulled my arm away from my

body. The sudden movement made the pain inside me flare up. I gasped, leaning toward him

just to stay standing. I was really hurting.

“You think you can hide from me in here?" he asked, his voice very low and mean. He kept

holding my chin forcing my head up so I had to look right at him. I was really scared.

“Look at me, Jack," he told me. "Look at what you make me do." His other hand moved, taking

his penis and pushing the tip against my bottom lip. I was really terrified.

A deep shiver went through me. It was fear, mixed with terrible sadness. My legs felt like jelly; I

thought I might fall down. I was really struggling.

“Take it " he whispered. It wasn't a request. "You hated me before. Show me how much you hate

me now. Take it all in Jack. Do it now." I was really scared.

My throat closed up. My whole mind screamed no. I remembered how strong he was and what

he did when I fought. Fighting would only bring trouble. I was really trapped.

Shivering terribly I slowly bent my head. I knew I had to do it. I opened my mouth. He was huge,

close, and scary. I didn't want this. I moved forward, taking him in, pretending it was something

else, like just warm water or just some bad taste. I was really hurting.

My whole body shook hard as I forced myself to do what he commanded drawing him in.