Page 58 of Deliria

“Fuck you.”

It’s not a great response. It’s not even a good comeback. He and Alex love to taunt me about my past, about the fact that I wasn’t a virgin when Alex and I started dating but for fucksake, what twenty-four-year-old is?

He pushes his fingers right against my clit and I hiss.

“Will you be a good girl and come for me?”

“I’d rather fucking die.” I snarl.

He chuckles again, and his warm breath hits the skin on the back of my neck. “All in good time, Scarlett.”

What the fuck does that mean?My heart hammers against my chest, my breath comes out in rattling gasps. They’ve said that before, hinted at my mortality before. Is that their plan? To fuck me until my body gives up, to fuck me until I’m nothing more than a corpse? Alex has life insurance on me, I know that much. Maybe that’s the game here, use me until they’re ready for their nice little payout.

I can’t take a moment to truly contemplate that because he shoves himself into me, shoves his fingers as deep as they’ll go, stretching them out inside me like he thinks his dick needs the space.

I jerk away, trying to buck him off and he grabs me by my hair, wrenching my head back before he slams me face first into the wood.

Pain explodes behind my eyes, stars dance in front of them and a warm trickle escapes my nose, filling my mouth with that only too familiar taste of my own blood.

“You want it rough?” He spits. “You want to be a little bitch about it, then fine.”

I’m too dazed to move. Instead, I just lay there, limp and pathetic, as he forces his hand, his fist into me.

Pain explodes inside me. More pain than I thought possible.

“Please,” I beg, before I can stop myself, and I hate that I do it. I hate that I’m begging for mercy. But it’s too much. The pain is too much.

“You’re a whore, Scarlett,” Vincent snarls as he starts thrusting more and more violently into me. “You’re a cheap little tart. The only part of you worth anything is this cunt, and it’s been so well used that it’s barely worth your bed and board.”

His words shouldn’t have the effect they do on me. Nothing he says should hurt me but my tears are streaming down my face and I hate how trapped I am. How stuck I am.

There is no escape from this.

No escape from them.

“Listen to it,” He groans, as something inside me gives way, as some part of me still resisting is forced into submission in the worst way possible. “Listen to your cunt, listen to how you squelch, bitch.”

It’s not arousal. It can’t be. I don’t want to look and yet I stupidly do, I stupidly drop my gaze and then I scream more, scream at the amount of blood, the damage, what this man is doing to me.

I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised by it. I know both he and Alex are raping me on a regular occurrence, that shit has to leave a mark, and sooner or later that will leave permanent damage.

“Stop.” I beg again. “Please, please stop…”

He pulls his hand out, gives me a moment of reprieve and then he’s rubbing his cock through the mess, sliding it between my labia.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” He says, chuckling, like I’ve squirted and not bled out.

I can feel the length of him, the hardness, pushing against me. He’s not as big as his son, not as hard either but it’s still repulsive. Still disgusting.

He then pushes me back down, forces me into a tighter angle and works his way into my arse, using my blood as lube, while I start screaming once more.

“Fuck,” He groans. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss this, miss this cunt, miss this arse, miss this feeling.”

“You make me sick.” I hiss back. My words are my only defence now. My only form of fight. My own way to show that while he may have my body, he doesn’t have me the person. He hasn’t ever taken that part of me. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit. You…”

He throws his head back and laughs like I’ve said some sort of joke. Something funny.

“Wasn’t that long ago you were riding this cock, so eager to please.” He taunts.

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