“Aaron, I’m sorry—I just—I was so scared—”
“What, you couldn’t take a little rough play?”
“It’s not rough play when you break someone’s arm trying to rape them, Aaron.”
“Just shut up about yourself already.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. How are you feeling?”
“My nuts and face fucking hurt but other than that I’m fine.”
He cut her off with his mouth on hers, sticking his tongue down her throat. She frowned but played along, knowing all too well that if she refused he would force himself upon her even more.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if he had stopped when she told him. She could swear he was tearing her up inside. In a physical way. This time, though, it hurt more than the others. Maybe that was because he hadn’t done this in such a long time, or maybe it was because her arm was broken and he kept bending it behind her, but either way, it wasn’t pleasant for her. She screamed at him to stop but he just kept going.
It was too bad the dress didn’t survive.