Page 7 of Shamed
“Jacob, take me back,” I say, my voice wavering with uncertainty and my stomach clenching with worry.
He ignores my demands, so I try digging my heels into the grass, twisting out of his grip with whatever strength I have. I somehow manage to get free, just barely avoiding falling on my face, but then he takes hold of my hair and yanks me backward against his chest. The air is pushed out of my lungs at the force, my head stinging from his tight grip.
“Where do you think you’re going, hmm?”
“I said take me back,” I gasp, panic seizing my chest, making me heave and struggle to take in air.
I feel like I’m struggling against him, but my limbs feel like jelly, barely moving, and only getting heavier by the moment. Nothing I do seems to have any effect on him.
“Or what, little princess?”
“Don’t do this, Jacob.” My words sound weird and slurred from my mouth.
This isn’t happening. Itcan’tbe.
With a fierce grip on my hair, he half-drags me along to the darkest part of the field and then throws me onto the ground like I’m a ragdoll. The dew from the grass wets my skin and clothes, but the chill seeping through to my bones comes from the frightening situation I’ve found myself in.
“Please don’t,” I whisper, barely able to turn over on the ground.
There is nothing lighting up the area around us, so his figure is only a dark shadow looming above me. A monster in the dark.
“Look who’s found herself alone out here. There’s no one else around. No one can hear you scream.” He chuckles darkly. “You shouldn’t have rejected me, you fuckingtease.”
Dropping down, he swings a leg over me so he’s straddling my stomach, my arms pinned to my sides. I want to fight, crawl away, slip into the shadows and hide, but I can barely lift aneyelid let alone an arm to drag myself anywhere. Especially with him weighing me down.
A tear slips from my eye, but it feels like it’s too much effort to cry. I feel tired,sotired.
“I didn’t . . .” I breathe out, unable to finish the sentence.
“Don’t fucking deny it,” he practically growls, sounding further away but also closer. His voice is distorted, unclear. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. The nice little princess that everybody loves but no one can touch. Now, what to play with first?”
Is this real? Itcan’tbe real.
A hand grips my neck and gives it a shake. “This stuff was just meant to immobilize you. You’re not meant to fall asleep.” A blow to my cheek sends pain shooting through my skull. Dizziness and a cloud of blackness consumes my mind, and I feel myself being pulled under.
“Oh, well. Guess you’ll miss all the fun.” He squeezes my breast roughly. “Let’s see you reject me now,tease.”
No,I want to scream. But a thick fog blankets me in complete darkness.
The last thing I feel is my panties being pulled off before I succumb to the fog completely.
CHAPTER TWO
Jennifer
Heavy. So fucking heavy.
My mind. My body. All of it.
The sweet allure of sleep tempts me to simply drift off again instead of coasting the edge of consciousness. I know things are happening to my body—vile, detestable, roughthings—but I’m not attached to it. I’m far away, close to the dark, and eventually, I let it pull me back under.
Incessant ringing in my ears greets me when I come to, and it takes a second for me to register the throbbing in my cheek echoing through my skull. As soon as I’m aware of it, confusion mixed with uncertainty brings a wave of panic as I try to recall what happened and where I am.
While trying to make sense of things as I tread along that line of darkness, I’m suddenly aware of a presence, like my mind is only now catching up with my surroundings.
There’s a weight on me. A pressure on my mouth.
And then . . . I remember.
