Chapter 102
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Nailed to the ground I felt every nerve in my body screaming to do something, quick! Thanks to the arrangement of the room there was still a desk standing between him and me. Uncertainly my eyes shifted down to the other side of the desk- wondering whether I could escape him by ringing around the rosie.
With my front still facing the man I took a small step to the side. The shuffling sound of my feet against the soft carpet was enough to alert the man as he spontaneously parkoured over the table- tackling me to the ground with his arms tightly wrapped around my torso.
The clattering sound of the objects that were situated on the table as they were falling could be heard as the back side of my head hit the edge of the desk. My body went slump against the desk; every feeling in it dissipated. I watched through misted eyes how the black crown fell off my head, bouncing a few times on the floor before it skittered away from me.
The man removed his hold on me as he was positioned on top of me, his lips pulled into a hideous grin at the sight of my unfocussed eyes, sounding disgustingly through his chapped lips, "Where do you think you're going?"
He grabbed my chin forcibly, ripping my face of its mask. The chapped lips puckered unsightly, letting out a pleased whistle. "Damn, I really caught a beauty."
The hand that felt like sand paper was still latched on my chin. My eyes were smoldering with untold resentment- my teeth gritted frustrated that my body wasn't able to receive its brain's message; refusing to move and instead decided to become a ragged doll.
My gaze was hazy as I heard the rustling sounds of clothes being removed. Like an unconditional reflex my eyes released tears that were like water jets through cracked water damp, streaming down my now pale face. Dizziness was still warring my head, making it difficult for me to produce audible words- my lips slightly parted as small ragged air made its way out.
Am I really going to let this happen to me?
The man laid me down on the floor as it was an easier position for him, my back touching the cold floor. Looking away to the side I bit down on my lips to force back my whimpers as I screwed my eyes shut, letting whatever was going to happen to me happen.
The smug grin on the man only grew and continued as he perceived my lifeless body whose will to fight was no more present. Ignoring the tears that were streaming down my face and the whimpers that made pass my lips unknowingly the man smiles broaden, his tongue sweeping grossly over his lips; slobbering it as if he can't hold back his desires anymore. No warning heeded he bunched up the skirt of my gown- giving way for his hand to crawl up my leg, reaching for the lace that covered my unmentionable parts.
His fingers that were trailing up my skin was akin to billions of insects crawling over my body until it was totally covered. It made me feel sick. So much that I had to hold back a burb that threatens to come out hand in hand with the acid in my stomach, "Don't touch me, bastard." I managed to croak out pass my tears, the will to fight slowly covering back in my eyes as I craned my head up to glare him directly in his eyes.
The man stared silently at me, his eyes not reflecting the emotion that he was feeling, daunting me.
"You know," He started. "you should be thankful that I was the one who found you and not the others." With one of his hand still resting on my lace he used the other hand to push away the flaps of his suit, revealing the gun that was nestled away in its holster; waiting to be used.
The gun was reflecting the light of the sun's rays that were peering through the cracks of the curtains making itself known. I tightened my jaw and screwed my eyes shut- laying my head back down on the ground as my lips were trembling from the helpless situation. My brain was berating me, that I should fight him, that he would kill me anyway after he's done with me, but my heart that hitched at the sight of the weapon made it impossible for me to do anything-the frightful feeling that I may die earlier than it was planned for me.
My head turned up to the side to block out the abhorrent scene that was unfolding on top of me- the daunted expression of my face reflected in the emerald stone that was imbedded in the crown that was now laying on the ground above my head.
The stoic face of the anonymous man twisted into a smile painted with derision, his lips parted to utter with a pleased slurred tone, "That's a good girl, if you behave then it will be an enjoyable experience for the both of us."
Finishing the sentence my eyes that were trained on the captivating stone snapped swiftly to the man, quivering as they watched the shadow of my stepdad overlapping with the masked man. That was the sentence that my stepdad liked to use when he would…do stuff to me. Jitters came inside my body like waves, my hands clamping up from the sweat as anxiousness took my body hostage- turning it immobile.
After a passing minute of staring in horrid at the man- my face robbed of its color and casted with a white shade I saw the corner of the man's lip being pulled up, giving me a lopsided smile whilst he leaned down to close the distance between our faces. "What's with the face? Struck by my handsomeness despite me wearing a mask?" Queried the man jokingly who paled in looks in comparison to Mark, but I was only able to respond with a shuddering breath as his face had morphed into my stepdad's together with the way he pronounced his vowel, constants- even his voice was like a replica to his. And like always my body couldn't help but tense up under his cold-icy stare that only held the wish to defile me completely.
Screwing my eyes shut I started to chant under my breath, "He is not real. He is not real. His is not real." In hope to exorcist the horrifying imagination that crept out from the deepest part of my mind.
The man strained his ear and was able to catch my mumbles, letting out a low chuckle. His breath that fanned on my face, made me gingerly open my eyelids only to peer at the face that I hate the most. "You want me to prove that I'm real?" He said not knowing who I was really talking about and started to pull down my panties. In panic my arm glides spontaneously over the ground, taking hold of the crown and in attempt to protect myself I full-powered drove the sharpest peak of the crown in to his neck.
His eyes broaden, hampering every few seconds before glancing down sideways at where he was impelled and his mouth fell open, but no words were produced except for the gagging sounds.
Hand still firmly holding the crown I screwed it in deeper as I yelled through gritted teeth, "I told you not to touch me."
