Page 2 of Apathy
Laughter bubbled up from my chest, the taste of it like sin on my lips as his scent filtered into my nose, and his eyes flashed with danger, burning into mine. But I opened my mouth—I always do. The bitter taste of the happy little pill exploded on my tongue and my body trembled, preparing itself for what was about to come. It was futile, fighting the inevitable, and I learned the hard way how much it hurt when my obedience wasn’t up to his tastes.
“Swallow it,” he grunted. My throat worked as the pill slipped down, waiting to erupt inside my body, giving me a little bit of happiness to replace this numbness in my veins. “Good girl.”
My eyes misted as I started focusing on the peeled wallpaper behind him. The faded golden swirls on what was once a teal background now looked like sinister vines spreading all over the wall. I waited as the clock on the nightstand ticked, as my heart started beating faster, and as everything I never wanted to happen started coming closer and closer. So fucking close I could already feel his hands on my body. I focused on the swirls as he pushed my body onto the bed, and the view of pretty little swirls was replaced by the bland ceiling filled with dark spots.
Tick-Tock.
Tick-Tock.
It continued ticking as he lifted my shirt over my stomach, keeping it underneath my breasts. My eyes fluttered as the dark spots on the ceiling started changing shapes, dancing above us, telling me everything was going to be okay.
He pressed his mouth above my belly button, licking his way over my heart, over my soul, chipping away the pieces of me. As he got greedier, as my eyes shut down, my shirt got lifted over my breasts, exposing me to his vile eyes. I never looked at him. I never wanted to look him in the eye, because I feared that the truth I would see there wouldn’t be his downfall, but mine.
“Lift your arms up,” he instructed, and as an obedient little girl, I obliged, slowly falling for the satisfied smile on his face. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”I hoped so. “Touch yourself. I want to see you touch these pretty tits.”
My body wasn’t my own anymore, and like watching a movie in slow motion, my hands pressed against the puckered nipples, and I arched my back, inviting him back in. Because I always did. I always welcomed him back.
The sound of the belt dropping to the ground sent my heart into a frenzy. I knew what was about to come. His breaths turned deeper as I spread my legs wider, showing him my covered pussy. He gripped my knees and started spreading me wider and wider, until he crawled on the bed, settling himself between my legs.
I hated the wetness coating me and the laughter, the frenzy… I hated being used to this, but words died on my lips, even though I wanted him to stop. My skin burned as he ripped my panties off, throwing them to the other side of the room.
Three thick fingers entered me in one turn, burning my insides, burning my soul away. He started pumping in and out, making me loathe myself as moans erupted from my chest.
I hate him.
I fucking hate him.
But I needed him because he had my happy little pill. He had all the pills, and I needed them. Today was a happy one. The other day I screamed and screamed and screamed, until his fist connected with my cheek, sending me to the floor. But I continued screaming. I continued crying. I continued begging to be free, even as he tore the clothes from my body and sliced me in half.
And then I stopped screaming and started grinding against him, just like now.
“You’re my good little whore. Aren’t you?” Yes! I needed to… Oh God. I needed it to take over. “Answer me!” he roared as he slapped my tit, making me scream.
“Yes!”I need more, more, more.“Please.”
He slapped the other breast, then squeezed, never letting the pain subside. Not that it ever did, even when he wasn’t the one touching me.
“More,” I begged as he started slowing down. “Don’t stop.”
“Shhhh.” He pressed a finger against my lips as he removed the other three from my pussy. “I’m gonna make you feel good, but I need you to keep quiet.” He leaned down, igniting the fire within as his dick pressed against my opening. “Can you do that, pretty girl?”
I nodded, unable to speak. I was unable to move, afraid he would take away the pleasure that was so close.
“Good.” I could see the wrinkles around his eyes, over his forehead, and I focused on the three lines between his eyebrows, avoiding his eyes. He pulled me up, holding my hands in front of me. “Open that pretty mouth.”
He leaned back as I positioned myself on my knees and placed my hands on his hip bones. With one hand, he took a hold of his dick, with its angry red tip and pale skin, and with the other one, he pulled my head closer until the tip of his cock pressed against my closed mouth, seeking entrance.
“Open.”
I pulled my lips over my teeth and opened up as he dragged the tip over my bottom lip.
“So beautiful,” he groaned. With one thrust, he entered my mouth, cutting off my oxygen supply as he hit my throat. I wasn’t ready—I wasn’t ready at all. I started coughing around his dick, but I couldn’t move away. He held the back of my head as he kept sliding in and out, lost in his own pleasure.
My eyes watered as I tried breathing through my nose, but the gagging didn’t stop. It increased with each new push, with each new grunt, my mouth watering around him, but the fucking bastard didn’t stop.
“Take it,” he grunted. “Take it all, pretty girl.”
Tears fell over my cheeks as he kept going, but my body didn’t take a hint of what was happening. Not entirely.
