CHAPTER SEVEN

 After the whole episode of rough sex

without a condom, I dragged myself up

and picked up the clothe bag Doja

brought in a while ago. I opened the

bag to wear the clothes inside but when

I looked inside, I didn't know whether to

laugh or cry because there was a bikini

inside not a dress. I turned and looked at

him on the bed and he was smiling back

at me. Anger surged through me and I

lounged at him while shouting "you will

rot in hell! Mean bastard." I rained slaps,

blows, and kicks on him but he was still

laughing then I resorted to biting him.

He started protecting himself from my

bites. While I was attacking him, he

quickly caught and turned me around

with my back on the bed, then he entered

me with one swift move. I couldn't

understand how the tables turned so

quickly. He started thrusting in and out of

me while I laid on the bed like a log of

wood. He started touching my body all

over and kissing me, but all of that

couldn't turn me on because I was

beyond pissed. I was broken and

shattered from the inside. How can a

person think of nothing else except sex?

Doja doesn't even care that I am angry,

rather all he cares about is having more

sex with me. Since I became a grown

woman I took my life into my hands, no

man has ever dared to abuse me like this.

He dared to release his sperm inside my

vagina the first time and now I know he's

going to do it again. Will anyone blame

me if I sue him for rape? Because if this

is not rape, then I wonder what is. After

he realized I wasn't going to respond, he

decided to please only himself. He

started thrusting fast while he moaned

and massaged my breast. His thrusts

became faster as he called out my name.

"Oh Chris, you are so sweet. I can't have

enough of you sweetheart." He kept on

saying different words until finally, what I anticipated happened. He came inside

me then collapsed on me. After satisfying

himself, he pulled me into his arms and

started drying up my tears which were

still flowing. He kept on apologizing

insincerely by saying, "I'm sorry

sweetheart it's just that I can't resist

you and you are so sweet." I was quiet

because I had no feeling of any kind

inside me. I wasn't feeling angry, sad, or

sorry for myself. I felt nothing. I only

felt empty. While he was still talking, I

got up,  picked up the clothing bag, and

put on the bikini. It wouldn't be the first

time I'm wearing a bikini anyway. I wear

it on the runway many times where you

have thousands of people, so wearing

it now to drive my car,  is a piece of cake

compared to staying in this hotel with

Doja. If I don't leave now, I might end

up committing murder.