Page 93 of Between Now and Forever

He looks completely at ease. He sees me as someone served up like something to be cut and served as his due.

I hate him.

“I’m sorry. There’s been a mistake.” I stand.

His hand wraps around my wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. He pulls so hard my shoulder hurts, and he tugs me down onto the chair.

“What are you doing?” I hiss and try to pull away. He twists my arm behind my back and puts his face into mine.

“He says you’re not a virgin. I want to fuck you and find out for myself.”

His choice of words, the blunt and matter-of-fact way he says it, paralyzes me momentarily.

He stands and starts to unbuckle his pants, and that shatters the shock that held me suspended and I leap to my feet. I start to move toward the door and plan on giving him a wide birth when I pass him.

“No. Absolutely not. I am sorry. I don’t know what you were promised, but you may not touch me.”

He steps out of his shoes and takes his pants off. He looks up at me and instead of anger, I see excitement in his eyes.

“I heard you were also willful. I am looking forward to this ride, very much. Struggle, it makes it better.”

I get to the door and start to pound on it. His hand fists into the back of my hair and pain radiates from my scalp as the punishing hold forces me backward and into the chair.

He lets go, his face grim as he gets to work on removing his shirt.

“Take off your dress. Leave your shoes and your bra,” he says as he removes the last of his clothing and stands before me naked.

I close my eyes and shake my head. I press my thighs together and wrap my arms around my torso and try to make myself as small as possible.

“Open your mouth,” he says and I squeal when I realize he’s standing right in front of me. He grips my face and tries to hold it still. I open my eyes, and to my horror, the angry red head of his penis is jabbing haphazardly at my face and I start to scream bloody murder.

I put my hands out, press them to his doughy middle and shove as hard as I can. He falls down with a groan. I’m back on my feet and casting around the room looking for a way out or a weapon.

He gets to his feet.

“You silly little bitch. You’ll pay for what you just did. Now, get over here and suck my fucking dick before I get really angry.” His face is mottled red with anger already, a vein in his forehead is bulging, and he’s sweating. The remaining hair on his head is now sticking in very unflattering wisps all over his head.

I hurry to the fireplace and grab a poker, test its weight and smile when it’s even heavier than it looks.

I turn around to face him, and raise the poker above my head. “If you come near me, I will stick this in your belly,” I say with as much menace as I can muster.

He pales, and then he glares viciously at me.

“You just threatened a state official. I’ll have you arrested,” he barks at me while he buttons his shirt. His hands tremble and it gives me satisfaction to see the tables turned on him.

“I’ll turn myself in. I can’t wait to give my statement on what happened here today. Nice birthmark you’ve got on your hip, by the way. Is it a strawberry or raspberry would you say? Want to make sure I get it right when I tell the police how you tried to force me to suck your tiny, funko pop looking dick,” I spit angrily.

“Your father should be ashamed that his daughter can speak such foul words,” he says and I can’t control the laughter that bursts free at the rank hypocrisy.

“Your father should be ashamed that his son is a rapist.” I snarl. What a fucking monster.

The look he gives me is full of pure rage. But, mercifully, he doesn’t speak to me again. I stand, on my guard, until he’s dressed and watch him stand to leave the room.

When he walks over to the door, and pulls it open and walks out, I feel sick.

The door wasn’t locked. I never even checked to see. How they must have laughed when they heard me banging on it.

They didn’t have to keep me locked in. I put myself in a prison when I let them guilt me and shame me into this. I realize that I only have a few minutes, if that, before someone comes to see what the man is raging about.

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