Page 77 of Vow of Vengeance
I'm wet.
I can feel it, distantly, between my thighs. But it's not arousal, not from being turned on by this. It's not because he's forcing my body to give him the pleasure I can hear in each of his grunts. I know as much when I feel it dripping out from around him on his retreat, when the cramping hits in between each vicious thrust, growing more violent as his movements become sloppier and his orgasm nears.
His nails are in my back, tearing my skin from me as his frenzy unfurls into something chaotic.
I've already surrendered, died a little, so I don't move as he grips my hair in his fist, pulls my head back, and slams my skull into the ground.
Something wet trickles down my forehead, but I don't feel pain even as he draws my head back again. It's blood, I realize when it drips into my eye and stains everything crimson.
I chance a glance at Vin. I can't tell if he's breathing or not, but I hope he's already gone.
He may not know it, but I'm sure that he just watched our baby die inside of me. I’m sure that the cramping down low is exactly what it feels like… my body protesting the intrusion and what it’s taking from me.
My baby.
Vin doesn't need to watch me die, too.
Please, let him go first.
"All this time!" The man grunts, his nails putting gouges in my skin as he traps me in place, like I'd still try to fight him. As if there's any point now. "This is what I was missing?"
I don't focus on his words, or his thrusts, or the pain that's tearing me apart from the inside out as the cramps try and expel everything inside of me.
I don't focus on anything at all as he slams my head down once more... one last time.
He keeps it there this time, his fingers sprawled against the back of my head, pulling strands of my hair as his fingers flex there.
His breaths are heavy, erratic, and uncontrolled. Just like his movements, the way he pounds into my body despite the fact I'm dying.
I hear him gasp as he comes, but I’m numb between my legs. I don’t even feel him there anymore until he thrusts one last time so deep inside of me that it knocks air from my chest I didn't know was there.
I cough violently as my lungs spasm like they've just realized they were giving up.
I don't move when he slips out of me, don't do anything to let him know that I'm alive. Not because I'm playing dead, but because I'm waiting for it.
He blots out the light from the ceiling fixture as he moves around to look at me, his cock still out, tipped red with blood.
Mine or my baby's. Maybe both.
Another cramp rolls through me, and I close my eyes around the tears still streaming from my face.
It will be over soon.
I can feel his eyes on me as I wait for him to grant me death.
It comes in the form of a kick to the stomach... a white hot explosion that sends agony shooting through every nerve ending I have, stealing my breath, making my eyes fly open as I try to gasp in some oxygen, my body clearly at odds with my mind.
Survival instincts try to win, but in the end, they fail.
They fail before he ever walks away, when he holds his softening cock in his hand and groans as something wet splashes around me, drenching my broken body in his piss.
"Troja."
I don't even have it in me to feel disgusted or humiliated. I feel nothing as he steps away from me, turning instead to Vin.
But I never hear what he says, and I don't see what he does, because my eyes close.
This time, they don't open again.
