Page 44 of Scarred in Silence
He runs his calloused hand up my leg, and I tense. Screaming out into the void.
“You are a fighter.”
His fingers dance around my clit. I try to ignore the sensation. Fuck.
“I know what you like, remember?”
“Stop… P-please…. stop,” I cry out. Tears roll down my cheeks.
“You know I love it when they cry.”
He continues moving his fingers, and I fight hard to keep myself from caving to the pressure.
“I will always be your grim reaper, Astra.”
He removes his hand and unzips his pants. I turn my head to the side, unable to look at him. Fucking prick.
I hear him spit into his hand. The wet sounds of him coating his cock send bile rising to my throat.
The bed dips down, and I try to squeeze my legs together, but I can’t.
He hovers above me, taking my jaw in his hand, and he forces me to look at him.
“Look at me, while I fuck you.”
My tears roll out like rivers merging into the ocean.
I cry to myself as he violently forces himself into me. My body welcomes him, despite my own desires.
Lucien is going to fucking kill me.
He thrusts himself in and out of me with ease, as sobs rack through my body.
“Such a good fucking whore.”
His movements are relentless. His sweaty body rubs over me, making me gag. It feels like an eternity that he uses me. I lie there on the bed. Sobbing. Disgusting. Lifeless.
Miles Holloway silenced me not once, but twice.
I hope Lucien finds me. I don’t want to live like this anymore.
I’m loyal. I promise. I can be loyal.
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Astra
The darkness threatens to overpower the room, casting shadows on the walls. It looks better than the cell I was in before, but not by much. The room smells of rot and perfume. Almost as if someone is trying to cover up the smell of decay.
I sit on a stained twin bed that rests on the floor. There is a vanity and a stool in the corner, along with a toilet in the opposite corner. I scan the room looking for my sanity, but I can’t find it anywhere.
After being alone with my thoughts for so long, all that I am is insane.
My body screams with agony. I know Miles was rough with me. I started to space out after a while. I decided to imagine I was elsewhere. Like the ocean.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I recall the horrifying events. I thought he lived out of state. I made sure we never crossed paths after the Halloween party. I hid for weeks after the video got put on blast.
That’s how I met Lucien, actually.
