Chapter Four.

Was this what it felt like to be helpless?? Was this how it felt for your life to be plugged out of your chest? Was this what raw pain felt like? Would I ever be okay being in such toxic condition? Can I really survive this? Would I ever be okay after this?

I was at the bridge of my emotions my heart thumping loudly in my chest, I wanted to struggle free from his hold but was practically helpless. His breath slowly traced lines on my neck his breathe coming in deep heaves till I felt the cold diving into my bones from the frequent breathes he was taking, my hands were trembling, my thinking was in a haywire form as I couldn't pick out anything to focus on. Still couldn't possibly think of a way out of this hell as I was cut short with his cold rough hands prying their way to pull me impossibly closer to his body clinging me earnestly, he dragged me so close I felt the burning sensation from the skin contact , I started struggling to get free from his strong hold but it only made things worst he dragged me closer and started tracing imaginary thin lines anywhere his hands could touch on my body at first softly then dangerously straight from down to my breasts, he paused and grabbed them each taking time to feel then gave a little squeeze and a flickered on my nipples. I felt the pain go up from the place he pinched on my breast moving right up to my neck, his hands continued to the curves of my belly so slow and specific. I felt more than disgusted that the tears I held back for months came rushing down like an opened tap it wouldn't stop not even for a second pouring down in an evenly painful manner, being abused without having anyone to talk to or share your pains specifically too scared to open to anyone as they'll never believe you, seemed useless as they would think it was all made up!

His hands were still moving at a sequence as his breath started coming out in deep sighs. He should know better being a person regarded highly in the society, a high ranking officer even as religious as a priest but if only they could see through the thick facade what an evil beast he really is then the whole world would flee from his sight........

He squeezed me tightly digging his hands into my flesh which would surely leave a fresh slice through my skin if not careful then a scar would be imprinted. He whispered something “with time you'd get more comfortable” then left.

I stood there with swollen eyes from crying I ran to my room as quick as my legs could carry me, breaking down in my thoughts though painful to my heart I could be okay that's a promise not in this toxic environment. If only someone would listen to my story, not even a heart to cry to nor ear to hear. I was stuck right in my own world of thoughts It felt useless and hopeless, gently I pulled my legs up to my chest I couldn't rest properly against the wall so I felt my body crash down to the tiles as soon as I made contact with the cold tiles from both cold and the pain that suddenly started filling my whole body I knew where the pains came from and there I laid broken.........