Page 53 of Affliction
I am not in the mood for this tonight. I just want to sleep.
Preston leans down and his hot breaths land on the back of my neck.
“Hey, Butterfly. Are you awake? I missed you.” His voice slurs softly in my ear.
“Hmmm?” Doing my best to fake a sleepy groan, I roll over to face him. The movement breaks the contact of his hand on my body and I relax a little.
“I’m sorry about this morning, babe. I didn’t sleep well last night, and you know how I get when I’m tired. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” Preston coos and his fingers make their way back to my skin.
Blinking up at him, I put on a show and give him my best sleepy smile. “I’m sorry, too.” I whisper. He squats down next to the bed and leans forward to kiss me. His lips touch mine and I barely return it, still trying to feign exhaustion.
Gripping the back of my head roughly, he pulls my face closer to his and forces my mouth open with his tongue. Flinching, I force myself to return the intensity of his kiss, even though I don’t want to. His free hand pushes the covers off of my body and he ghosts his fingers over the waistband of my shorts. He starts to push them down, and I break the kiss.
“Preston, I’m really tired and don’t feel good. Can we push pause? I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I plead as I sit up to look at him. His movements pause and he stiffens in place. Anger flashes in his eyes as he releases the grip on my head. Before I can blink, that same hand wraps around my throat in a flash and he squeezes hard.
“Push pause?Push. Pause?!”He seethes through gritted teeth. His hand tightens, effectively cutting off my air. My eyes bulge and panic courses through my veins. I start clawing at his arm, but it’s no use. I don’t even think he feels it.
“I come home after a long day and I want to make love to you and you want to PUSH PAUSE?!” Spit flies from his mouth as he screams and my mouth gapes open, desperately trying to get air. “You ungrateful, worthless fucking brat! You should be happy I even want totouch youanymore after all the shit you’ve done!”
His hand tightens some more and black begins to creep into the corners of my vision. My eyelids become heavy and just as I am about to pass out, he releases me. Gasping desperately, I try pulling in breaths but I can’t stopcoughing. My throat burns and my head begins to pound with an intensity I’ve never felt. I can’t even swallow correctly without white hot pain searing my throat. Tears well in my eyes and my hands fly to my neck.It hurts so bad.Finally managing to get in a breath, I wince as the air stings my vocal chords and I cough some more.
“P-Preston.” I choke out between coughs. “Why?” That's all I can get out.
“Why? Fucking why?!” He screams and raises his arm. Pain explodes on the left side of my face and my vision goes black. I’m knocked back into the mattress and I feel the side of the bed dip.
Did he just…punch me?
Groaning, I try to curl myself into a ball. I can’t see anything but I feel his hands grab at my ankles and yank me down the mattress roughly. My hands go to my face and I hiss when my fingers reach my cheek. I sob as I touch the already growing knot on my face, and Preston’s hands slide up my legs. He reaches the waistband of my shorts again and I begin to flail. My vision starts to clear and I look down to see him tug my shorts and rip them down my legs in one rough motion. Sobbing, I start kicking wildly, praying I can fight him off in my hazed state.
No, no, no, no, no.
I try to scream but the pain in my throat prevents any sound from coming out. Still kicking, I feel a foot land into his stomach and he grunts in pain.
“Fucking cunt!” Pain explodes in my other cheek, this hit much harder than the last, and my vision goes black again.
My head feels as if it’s been cracked open, and I try to will my sluggish arms to my face, feeling the need to push it back together. They begin to raise when I feel his hands wrap around my wrist. The sound of Preston’s belt sliding through his belt loops raises the panic I feel, and I try to pullthem away. A dark, evil chuckle comes from above me, and bile rises in my throat. In my mind, I’m fighting like hell to get away from him, but I can’t move. I can’t scream. I can’t do anything.
Cold leather wraps around my wrists and is pulled so tight it feels like it might cut through my skin. A scream leaves my chest and my throat burns, causing the scream to be cut short and tears to rapidly flow down my cheeks. My vision clears again slightly, and through a distorted haze, I watch helplessly as Preston stands from the bed. As if I’m watching the events play out from someone else's point of view. He pulls his pants down and steps out of them, then climbs back on the bed. He shoves my thighs apart forcefully and settles between them.
“Preston, no.” I croak through my sobs, but it falls on deaf ears. He growls and wraps his hands around his dick, pumping it a few times. Bile rises again and turning my head to the side, I vomit on the mattress.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” Preston growls and without warning, forces himself inside of me.
A pain I have never felt before rips through me and I shriek. It feels like I’m being ripped open from the inside. My breath is stolen from me as the feeling of white-hot fire consumes me and my vision disappears again. Preston suffocates me under his weight, causing my bound arms to crush under him.
He begins to violently thrust himself in and out, and my pained screams do nothing to stop him. His weight keeps me immobile while he continues to force himself in me, despite the fact that I’m not even a little wet. Pain slices through me over and over again with each thrust. His hot breaths land on my neck and his pleasured groans echo in my ears. I gag and that only causes him to pick up the pace and force of his thrusts.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I silently beg for it to be over. Forcing my brain to shut down, my body stills and my limbs turn into jello.
“That’s it, Butterfly. Relax for me.” Preston growls and I wretch again. His onslaught continues for what feels like an eternity, my body rocking with the motions.
Finally, he stills and I feel his dick pulse inside of me. Attempting to keep down the bile rising in my throat, I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe deeply through my nose. He pulls out of me roughly and I wince at the pain the motion causes. Cracking my eyelids open, my sight is blurry and I attempt to focus on Preston’s movements. He rises from the bed then disappears from the room. I hear the bathtub turn on and begin to fill, then he reappears in the doorway. He stands there for a moment and cocks his head to the side, eyes running the length of my exposed and violated body. My body shakes violently as he watches me, and he smirks.
Coming to the edge of the bed, he yanks the tail end of the belt and my arms raise to his chest. He quickly undoes the binding and my arms drop back down to my side.
“Get up. Go take a bath and then get back in here and change the sheets. I’m not touching your puke.” He says in an eerily calm and cold tone, then turns his back to exit the room again. His footsteps track to the end of the hallway then down the stairs. After a moment of holding my breath, I hear the sliding glass door open and then close–violent sobs rack my body and I trysodamn hard to get it under control.
Finding a little bit of strength, I push myself off of the mattress and gently swing my legs over the side. My feet touch the cold, hardwood floor and I stand on shaky legs. I attempt to stand up straight but my body protests. Hunched over, I gingerly walk to the bathroom. The pain between my legs makes it nearly impossible to move.
