4. His barbaric attack

He sat on his knees on the edge of the bed, his eyes once racking over my body.. I shuddered, and in a desperate attempt to escape, I crawled back, only to be pulled from my previous place by him.

In a swift and forceful motion, he grabbed my ankles before I could go out of his reach and yanked me roughly to bring me under him.

"Don't you understand that a no means no?" I was still not ready to give up.

He is a man, and naturally, he has more physical strength than me, but that does not mean he would take the wrong advantage of it. He would have to understand that convent matters in these things.

I first to know what I have done wrong that he is giving me such a big punishment for.

As he sat on his knees to discard his shirt, I took it as an opportunity to roll to another side to make a good distance between us. Yet, his reflexes were quicker than I had anticipated; he seized my arm, wrenching me back to square one.

"You are mine" he growled loudly to make it clear to me. "My possession, my pet, I have bought you after paying a hefty amount, and I have all rights over you" he said as he got on all fours and moved towards me.

His upper body was nude, and from the corner of my eyes I could see the ink of tattoos on his bare chest, but I didn't move my gaze to stare at him as everything about him was now repelling me. His athletic body and charming face are not longer alluring to me.

I hate him to the core, and I hate myself even more for liking him. Because of him, I rejected so many boys. Only if I knew his reality before or trusted my brother.

"Who would look out for other women when he has such a beautiful girl at home, who is always available for his needs?"

His words cut off my thoughts and made my blood boil even more. I was so enraged that I could feel my brain's nerves popping out.

"Women are not mere objects!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to get this into his thick head, "Even if she is your wife, you need her consent first!" My eyes bore into his with intensity.

I won't cry even if a single tear happens and he dies right now. He gritted his teeth and drew a deep, audible breath, clearly dissatisfied by my words. I was still panting heavily, my chest heaving up and down with my outburst, and he was looking down at me with equal intensity.

Abruptly, he grabbed my jaw so tightly that, for a moment, I thought he would break it. His face came dangerously close to me, his nose brushing mine as he murmured against my lips.

"Don't you dare raise your voice on me" he applied pressure, and my hands instinctively reached up to move him away. "Don't!"

He shook his head, a silent warning echoing in the intensity of his gaze. It was quite clear that he would not regret even an ounce if he broke my jaw. Even if I wanted, I was not in a position to move my lips to retaliate.

But that didn't stop me from fighting. And to be honest, I would rather die than let him take my dignity with force.

"And these words do not suit from the mouth of a rapist's sister!"

All of my movements came to a halt as I heard his words. I thought I had heard something wrong. His words widened my eyes, and though he left my jaw, I couldn't form any words.

Sister of a rapist?

What does he mean?

His words were still echoing in my ears, and I was still trying to sink his words when I felt his hand move down to my neck. I thought he was about to squeeze it when it moved further down to grab my breast, jolting back to reality.

"Stop! Stop it!"

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist in one of his palms and pinned them above my head, preventing me from moving around or protesting against him.

My instinct screamed at me to retaliate, to strike him with every counce of strength I could muster, but he had my hands in his python grip. I struggled and tried my best to free my wrists from his python grip, but our bodies were so close that my every wiggle rubbed my bosom against his chest, and I could feel him growing in between my thighs.

When I was sure that I had gotten caught by him completely and was at his mercy, with no way out, overwhelmed, I started crying hysterically. The tears dribbled down the corners of my eyes continuously.

"Please, don't do this" I almost begged, but as usual, it did not affect the beast.

"There is no need for you to act so innocently, I know you are just like your brother" he snarled, staring me down. "I have seen you with those boys at college, all laughing and flirting with them!"

Flirting?

Yes, I used to laugh and talk with my male friends because I am social person who enjoys hanging out, but he has gone too far! I didn't know that his mentally was so small.

"Who knows if you are even a virgin!'

I gasped and stared at him without blinking. I wanted to say so much, but I decided to keep my lips sealed. What he thinks about me doesn't form my character. He would only think about what he wanted. I know who I am, and that's enough.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream left my lips when he bit my neck cruelly. It was excruciating!

I could feel liquid there, which I am certain is my own blood.

He is not a real man!

Because a true man would never force a girl to do things he is doing to me right now.

He didn't seem to be satisfied by that, he kept going biting my neck whenever he could while I was screaming in pain, still trying to break free of this tight grip.

My legs thrashed, and my knees searched for his groin so that I could kick him away, but he was again too fast to read my intentions. His knees pinned my thrashing thighs down onto the bed, Intensifying the ache that surged through my body. At this point, with his relentless onslaught, it seems like I will pass out if he keeps on with his animalistic behaviour.

"Move away, move away, it's too painful. Please" I cried, my pain coming out in the form of a torrent of anguish.

He then relaxed his grip slightly, and before I could break free, he flipped me on my stomach and pressed me down with his weight. The force was jarring, and a gasp tore from my lips as the button on my top was undone, his teeth leaving a searing mark on my back. He the again flipped me on my back, clutching my wrist one more before I could use my hands.he was turning and twisting my body to his all as if it were a toy. Each movement felt like a master who was moving his puppet on his whims, but his intention was dark.

He yanked the top down from my shoulder and attacked my neck one again, while his other hand moved down my body, squeezing and feeling my curves whenever he wanted, his touch lecherous and invasive, making me sick to my stomach.

I was completely trapped, but still, I was not ready to give up until I even had an ounce of energy left in me.

"Keep struggling, moving, and crying all you want. They are only turning me on even more!" He growled at me and bit my skin so hard that I yelped.

He moved down to my cleavage, pushing my top even lower, his one hand pinning my wrist to the bed while the other grabbed my bosom. It seems like he was under some spell, a spirit has taken control of him.

I will never be able to forgive him for what he is doing. I am not sure what I have done, but under any circumstances, this is not right.

"Don't do something you will regret later" I reminded him, with the hope that maybe he realised his mistake and stopped all this.

"I am not going to regret, not at least this. " He responded with a scoff, dismissing my plea with chilling arrogance.

The, without any warning, he opened the button of my jeans and cupped my womanhood, which was covered with panty taking me by surprise. I gasped, and my struggles became violent. No one has ever touched me there.

"Be glad that I am not doing even one percent of what you deserve!"

He cocked his head back, and I could clearly see the devil in his bloodshot red eyes. They were filled with rage and vengeance. I could see the determination in his eyes to completely destroy me, and it scared me to the core.

My eyes filled with tears, I shook my head for one last time, hoping against hope that he would stop, but he didn't.

Please, God, save me.

I cried, closing my eyes, when all my hopes were shattered.

His fingers hooked in the elastic of my panty and he was about to pull it down when we heard a loud scream of a girl, which halted him.