A Victim's Plea (Tamed Men Series 1)

"No! Please." I begged him again, but he didn't even listen to me.

He continued what he was doing as I tried to get out of his iron grip on me. It clung tightly and violently to both my hands which he raised above my head, while he squeezed my legs between his thighs. So did my whole body as he ran his thighs over me so that I could not move.

"'Don't please! That's enough!" I'm still crying please talk.

I am weak. I have exhausted all my energy in combat. My throat was also sore from begging him. Even my face is sticky with a mixture of tears and sweat. But all of that just ignored him.

He kissed my neck relentlessly until it destroyed my school uniform and my underwear was torn to pieces.

He immediately plunged himself into my other chest while the other violently played with his free hand.

I poured all the rest of my body back into the struggle. But in one move, it hit me in the stomach, which weakened me even more and made me lose the strength to fight back.

I could do nothing but cry as I watched him take off his pants. I have lost hope and all I can do is cry in this situation.

It immediately surpassed my total nakedness and recklessly did what he wanted. Every caress, kiss, and movement he has on me marks my whole being and every tear that falls on my eyes is a curse. Because this day changed my whole life and personality.

I just cried and cried, as if no one was lying on the cold cement I was lying on until it got tired of me and I walked away.

I crawled away from it and squeezed myself into a corner of this dark and small room. It was dark all around but I could still see the look of the person humiliating me.

I can not believe! Why is he still in the crowd! Why in all that can make me do this I still trust.

Note: PG18. This story's composes of sensitive events that might offend you. Read at your own risk.