'God, please save me. He is about to do this to me... Please god, please.... Are not going to save? Save me from this man?'
He was holding my right thigh now as he pushed my dress up.
I couldn't do this, I couldn't let him do this.
I started pushing my dress down to cover myself.
He pushed it up, while i pushed it down. I was already exposed down there but I didn't want him to see my private parts.
I was still glad he kept my dress on, at least I wasn't fully naked and he didn't see my boobs.
He tried to pull my hand away but my refused to let go off the dress.
He groaned angrily.
"No please! Please stop! No! I don't want this!" I tried to reason with him.
"Please Sir! Please don't do this to me! Please don't want this! No please...."
He then forcefully with all his strength, hurting me, pulled my right hand away from the dress.
He then pulled my left one away. With the force he had used, my fingers and wrists hurt.
When he suddenly touched me there, with his fingers as if to locate my hole. Call it a reflex but I slapped him hard across the face.
His face was turned away from the impact of the slap.
I wanted to crawl away from him then but he turned to look at me.
His eyes held so much anger that I started shaking just by looking at them.
His hurt eye was the scariest one.
He then reached on the floor for something and came out with a rope i didn't even notice was there.
He took both my hands and started tying them together.
I didn't even fight because of how my body was shaking from the look he gave me.
I only realized what just happened when he tied my hands on the metal headboard which were bounded together.
He tied them very tight, hurting my wrists but also making sure i couldn't unbounded myself.
Terror, sent a cold shiver down my spine.
I couldn't move! Why didn't I fight him from bounding me? I couldn't move at all!
He had his hand on my thighs again parting them.
I thought i could keep fighting him but my shaking body was not cooperating with my brain.
I don't think he would even be gentle if he knew it was my first time.
And I wasn't going to count on it.
I closed my eyes giving in to my fate.
So be it. I had lost. I wasn't going to fight him and win. I had no chance.
I had already exhausted myself.
"Look at me!" I heard him say but i didn't want to.
So I kept my eyes closed.
"I said look at me Jennie!" He said as he slapped my stomach hard.
I immediately opened my eyes and met his.
He looked like a hungry tiger.
And we both know you can never find refuge in a tiger's cage.
I was toast, I was in a lot of trouble, about to be completely ruined, and I was helpless and too defeated to even defend myself.
I shook under his gaze.
He directed his cock into my entrance and tried to push it in while looking at me.
He tried once, twice, but even the head wouldn't go in.
But despite that, I felt the pain.
I was a virgin, I was small, I was tight. And to me that dick looked like a mammoth size.
Then, he held my outer thighs, had me raised a little, then roughly forced his dick into me by
ramming it in.
I let out a scream as I felt it stretch me.
It really hurt and he hadn't done anything yet.
He rammed it in again twice making it all disappear into me.
He then leaned in, had his hands on both on my sides straightened.
He was above me looking at me right in the eyes, ignoring my unwillingness, my resistance, my frightened state.
So no one was going to save me? No prince charming coming at the eleventh hour? In the nick of time? Before its too late?
But somehow it was too late. He was already deep inside me. He just hadn't started moving yet.
"I want you to watch, and see exactly what I'm about to do to you. Take in every detail and let it sink in. That you were abused. That I, raped you, Jennie Montgomery!"
He had so much hatred for me in his voice. He despised me completely.
And then, he started moving.
He started fucking me hard and fast.
It was so painful.
I knew they said first time hurt, but did it hurt
this much?
He just looked at me in eye the like a psychopath as he pounded into me.
I wasn't ready for him. I didn't want him. So this friction this brought from me not being wet just made it worse.
I tried hard to control my cries. Seeing my screaming was like a sweet tune in his ear. He smiled at my every cry, enjoying it.
At least let me not give him that joy.
So i bit my lips and didn't make a sound and didn't even cry. I just looked at him.
After two minutes, his face showed he didn't like that.
So he got on his knees again, lifted my ass up meet him.
Then, he started pounding into me with a new vigor.
He went in and out of me like an animal.
He was an animal, not taking no for an answer.
The pain I felt on my walls, i couldn't contain myself anymore I screamed, I cried.
Tears fell down my face as my loud screams could be heard everywhere in that house.
I saw the joy return to his face. He went harder knowing I would cry louder.
He liked the pain in my voice, in my screams.
It made him happy. Its like that was what he wanted.
My body felt traumatized. Well, it was.
I was shaking hard.
I tried to close my legs maybe that would help, only for him to hold it even wider almost 180°.
Rape! I was being raped! Mercilessly by my father's enemy.
After 15 minutes, my cries were quiet now and it was just little whimpers here and there but the tears were still flowing.
I was exhausted and just wanted it to be over.
I had broken the eye contact for a while and was just looking at his dick going in and out of me.
That big thing ripping me apart. Tearing me up.
He spent 20 minutes inside me before I felt him releasing himself deep into me.
Then he let my legs go and lowered me back to the bed.
I looked back to his eyes and he still held the same hatred he had for me. Nothing had changed.
He then broke the eye contact as he looked at my pussy.
He slowly got himself out of me.
He paused looking at his dick and my pussy.
At first I didn't understand why, and then, i noticed his dick was stained with blood.
"You were a virgin!...." He said.
I thought that might actually make him feel bad or guilty for what he did to me. But he smirked then looked at me right in the eye and finished his sentence.
"... Even better!"
He looked proud he had taken my virginity in such a gruesome way. Like the fact that I was a virgin was the icing to his delicious cake.
He didn't even clean the blood stain on him right there. He got back into his pants immediately, got out of the bed and out of the room.
I was still laying there on the bed bounded.
This was how my first time ended up being.
He had taken it. There was nothing left to be saved. He stole everything from me.
I could still feel him inside me and my area was on fire.
It hurt so bad.
I couldn't help but keep crying.
After three minutes, Sin walked in with two buckets in his hand.
One empty, one with water and a rug.
He put them all down. Then wet the rug with the water, opened my legs again and started wiping my area.
I winced at every touch. I could see the rug had blood on it from my vagina.
He rinsed it and wiped me again.
After he was done, he looked at me and said. "I don't want it still bloody when we fuck tomorrow!" Giving me creepy smile.
This man really was a psychopath.
He then untied my hands then took the rope, seems like he was leaving with it.
"This other bucket, empty one, that's your poop bucket. I'm not risking with you again!"
With that, he left with the bucket of water and the rug and rope.
I laid in bed sleeping on my side with the knees bent and legs tuck close to my body.
I cried and cried as the pain i felt on my area didn't go away.
Soon my tears run out, my head hurt and sleep was taking over.
I felt cold soon so I got into the blankets.
Sitting down was not an option when i was spreading blankets on me. I had to be careful.
Any slight touch of anything on my vagina hurt.
I returned to my previous position inside the blanket now, on my side with my knees bent.
I stared at the wall quietly. And slowly drifted into sleep.
The lights in my room were kept on the whole night.