Page 36 of Fragmented Illusions
“Do as you’re told,” the creepy one whispers as he leans down next to my face, so close I can feel the cool, silky smoothness of his mask. My body locks and it’s then I realize the silent one still has his grip on my wrist and when I was shoved backwards, he moved with me.
He’s now on my bed, in front of me, and between my legs—my verynakedlegs. I instinctively pull them together but his own body between them blocks the movement. At the sensation of our bodies touching in more places than one, his head dips down as he stares at me.
I fight to close them again and he unwraps his fingers from my wrist to grip my inner left thigh, shoving it back and upwards. I’m spread open wide in front of both of these murderous men and there isn’t a goddamn thing I can do about it.
I squeeze my eyes shut as tears of defeat spill from them. They’re going to hurt me and then murder me—the most brutal way to go.
With the things you have done, you probably deserve it.
Don’t pretend you don’t want this.
Them.
A sob escapes from my lips and my body jerks with the multitude of them now wracking my body. I feel hands all over me now. Over my mouth, my arms, and now both of my legs. The touch is too much. Too hot.
I feel everything. Fear. Body consuming terror. Fucking desire in spite of it all.
I’m deranged.
“You look so pretty when you cry. Your eyes appear even more blue…” the creepy one whispers, and the immediate self-loathing I feel is unfathomable when I recognize whose voice is who.
I whimper as the leather-gloved hands on my chest trail across my collarbone, his fingertips digging into the hallows.
“You didn’t put up much of a fight, pretty girl. You want this, don’t you?”
Another whimper vibrates in my throat as it closes painfully, making it hard to breathe. I can feel my body trembling as they hold me down, forcing me into the mattress. The soft sheets curl around the curves of my backside and despite everything going on, I can’t help but to sigh at the feathery sensation.
I’m confused.
“You have a problem answering questions.” Silent speaks, and the hand which was covering my mouth slips down, curling around the base of my throat. I grit my teeth, a surge of anger working its way through me, warming my chest, and dislodging the lump in my throat.
“I don’t have to answer you!” I scream, and that hand slaps back across my mouth, the leather stinging my skin from the force of the slap. I bare my teeth and try to bite his hand, but he pushes down, shoving my head deeper into the mattress, putting immense pressure on my skull.
Tears continue to leak from my eyes as I struggle against their impenetrable hold on me. They trail down my temples and soak the hair at my hairline. It’s already beginning to dry in places, leaving a tight, itchy feeling across my skin.
More sensation to bombard me.
“There is no use in trying to fight us now, pretty girl? We know you want this; otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.”
Creepy’s words stop my writhing.
Do I really want this?
You would be fighting a lot harder if you didn’t.
What if I give in? What does that make me? Weak? Foolish? Suicidal?
You’re already all of those and more.
But giving in means I could lose everything I have worked so hard to rebuild.
“We know who you are.Whatyou are,” Silent murmurs in my ear as he leans down and my heart stutters at his close proximity. He’s leaning over my body now, hovering right above me so no part of him touches me except for his legs and hands.
I turn my head to the side and Creepy is sitting next to me, pinning my left arm to the mattress with his other hand across my mouth, silencing me. His head is still tilted, and I think it must be permanently stuck like that because it’s simply not natural.
They know everything about me. Everything I have fought so hard to hide and they found out so easily. I don’t know if that means Father’s methods to secure my records failed or… Or what. But either way, they know. Iknowthey do.
Either way, no matter how this goes, it’s all over.
