Chapter 11: Excruciating Pain

Diane’s P.O.V.

Later, his hands crawled up to my smooth thighs… until those reached my delicate treasure. A part of me that only I could see, that only I could touch, would soon be ripped in the dark. The precious gem I treasured all my life would be taken away by this stranger in a split minute. My dreams would now all be gone because of this rapist.

His coarse whisky tongue licked my thighs upward before sinking in between them for a moment. His face stayed on the private part that caused me to squirm. Then, he deliberately removed my panty that was covering my entire nakedness—the only cloth that separated my most hidden part and his face. After that, I could feel a finger shoving inside me, exploring my insides.

When he was done, he stood up as I was already restless to move. Even though I could not see his face, I seemed to have memorized his figure. He was tall and had a muscular body built. Soon enough, he approached me again as if he was in a hurry. I could feel the burning heat of his body and the warmth of his breath on the crook of my neck. I guessed he was drunk and completely out of his mind.

For the umpteenth time, he brushed his lips on mine. Unlike before, now was a kind of kiss which seemed to be eager for love. I did not respond to any of his kisses because I was disgusted, I felt so used. I did not know how many times I turned my face to the other direction, just so our lips would not meet. I was tired and sick of him.

For the last time, or I thought so, my tears streamed down my face with the bitter acceptance of the darkest fate that would happen—a kind of torment that would forever haunt me. I closed my eyes and just wished for the bed to open and swallow me rather than to be imprisoned under my abductor’s body.

His lips went down to my neck and to my breasts which he squeezed tighter that caused me pain. Those trailed to my stomach, down to my belly, and to the most valued gem in between my legs. That caused me to let out a scream of panic, “No! Please… don’t!”

Not knowing why he had to do this to me, I was able to tussle a few more times with my remaining strength. I was able to kick him again, but I just couldn’t fully fight and help myself free, since my wrists were tied to the bed.

He ignored me, but he moved up to claim my lips again as he laid his left hand on my right jaw. At the same time, it seemed like his angry crotch was trying to intrude on my core with the help of his right hand. My legs moved intricately to prevent him from entering, but his pleasure was making him reach his lustful zone. Force uncontrolled.

And because of that, we were both stunned.

I was shocked when I felt the pang of discomfort caused by him accessing and ripping my core—that one incomparable and excruciating pain that slowly took away my womanhood. Perhaps, he was surprised when he felt that mine was still tight, but that didn’t make him stop to do his callous and terrifying deed all over.

He made a series of deep thrusts and later on, all I could feel was him, stretching my nerves while pleasingly stabbing my body. My tears kept on rolling that I couldn’t control them. What he was doing kept on shaking my whole being and cruelly ending my dreams.

He continued pounding on top of me while letting out a few moans of satisfaction and relief. I didn’t want to hear him with my eyes closed and my head slouched. I couldn’t look at him overpowering with lust even though the surrounding was so dark. I had been trapped under his bulky body too many times. His pleasure increased and so his grip on me, making him reach the peak of his desire.

It really hurts me physically, emotionally, and mentally. I was totally drained. I guessed it would ruin my entire life. After this, I would never want to live again. I would never look to the future the same way again.

I opened my eyes, and he was still ravaging my body. I couldn’t stop myself from crying, as my brown orbs were fixed on the ceiling I could not even see. As my virginity tore apart, he released something inside me while still thrusting non-stop. I didn’t have a choice, what happened would surely leave me a horrible mark—one that could traumatize my past. A dark mark that would not be easily gone. With his every thrust, I continued to feel less of a woman.