"You deserve a punishment, don't you think?"

The words ring through my ears. My breathing starts to pick up and I feel a panic attack coming on. It feels as if my skin is suffocating me and the air in the room is getting thinner by the second. I try and center myself, looking around for maybe some sort of accessory that I could use to protect myself. My attention gets brought back to him when I feel the dip of weight being put on my bed. I scoot further but I have no where else to go. I'm sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees which are curled up against my stomach.

"I'm sorry it was a drunk mistake okay!" I weep, but I know deep down my cries will only fuel him. No matter what I say it won't matter.

He lifts his hand up to my cheek and traces a stained tear mark down my face with a small smile. I want to pull away but I know better, so I gulp, holding back muffled sobs. I continue to feel his finger trail lower and lower, until it reaches the crook of my neck.

His smile drops as he examines my neck, pushing hard on the marks that were made by Clay, making me wince. I mentally curse myself for changing out of my school clothes.

"A mistake huh?" He grabs my neck tightly, winding me, and one of my hands tightens around his wrist. I let out a gasp as he continues. "So you've been walking around with these marks on you since Friday? God George you're such a fucking whore. What? Am I not good enough for you, so you cheat on me with none other than Clay!" The pressure on my neck tightens. He pulls me forward and in one swift motion, slams my head against the bedframe.

"Stop Braden please" I brokenly manage to get out, struggling with the amount of force on my windpipe.

"If you want to be fucked so badly all you had to do was ask. But don't EVER embarrass me by cheating on me again" He says through grit teeth. He violently lets go of my neck and pushes himself lower on the bed. He pulls me towards him by my ankles so I am now lying flat on my back. "Get undressed" he orders with a monotone voice as he starts to unbuckle his belt. I lie there static, not moving a muscle.

"I said get undressed!" He screams and punches me in the face, making me groan out of pain.

"No." I say looking up at him through devious eyes. I'm done with his shit. "George, get undressed" he pauses and his hands fall to the hem of my shirt, "or I'll do it for you"

I push his hands off and quickly get up from the bed. He corners me in the back of my room and I search for an exit but fall short. "You don't have jack fucking shit anymore Braden! Clay broke your fucking phone!" I force out a laugh and give him a sadistic smile, my eyes still puffy and red from crying so much. "So you've got no more fucking blackmail on me, which makes me a free fucking man!" I throw my arms out to the side as if I had just ran out in a fresh field of flowers. I can finally break up with this psychotic asshole.

Suddenly, his hand lands on the top of my head and he pushes me down to the ground. My knees collide roughly with the hard tile underneath me and he pulls my head up aggressively, forcing me to make eye contact with him. He flashes me a devilish smirk as he calmly speaks out, "Its entertaining watching you think you've won. Perhaps I don't have anything on you anymore" he trails off and pulls out his dick, pushing it up against my plump lips. I try to move my face but his hold on me is far too strong. "But if you try to leave me, I'll just beat the shit out of you" He smiles and my face falls, the defeated and trapped feeling I had moments ago returning back to me.

"Now... Be my good little boy and open wide" He asks softly. He really fucking thinks I'm gonna sit here and suck his fucking dick right now? I keep my mouth shut defiantly. "Always such a brat George" he continues and I feel his fingers apply pressure on each side of my jaw, prying my mouth open. "Stop Braden please, I don't want to" I adjure. I really don't want to do this right now, so even if I have to go as low as beg him to stop, I will.

"Oh George, its nothing you haven't done before" he says, and with that he enters my mouth.

I am rendered useless, sitting there as he slides his dick in and out of my mouth. As I sit here listening to the groans coming out of his mouth, and how he forcefully pulls me deeper and deeper with each thrust.

You know what, fuck it.

I use my teeth to bite his dick harshly, wondering why he would think I would comply so easily. He screams out in pain, pulling me off of him by the hold on my hair.

"You fucking bitch" His other hand slaps me across the face with all his force. I would have collapsed to the floor right then and there if he wasn't holding me up by my hair. My eyes threatening to shut and I blink slowly up at him. Everything feels like its spinning as he pulls me up and spins me around by my waist, placing the hand that was once in my hair, around my neck. I gasp as he holds me tightly against him, feeling his rock hard cock rut against my back. I struggle to stay on my feet, not only from the hit but from the immense pressure he is putting on my throat. His breath hot on the back of my neck, he says in my ear, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you over and over till you're passed out" he pushes me against the wall suddenly. Not expecting it I didn't get the chance to stop my face from colliding with the wall, which causes my head to start bleeding. My head is pounding and I have no will power to fight back anymore, so I accept what he says and brace myself, knowing its inevitable. 

"And once you're passed out" he says through breathes, pulling my pants down and inserting himself inside of me, "I'll just keep on going"

I groan out in pain since he did not prep me, nor use lube. The pain is too much and I let out a chocked whimper, trying to keep as quiet as possible. He thrusts in me with force and my legs threaten to give in below me. "Please stop" I cry out one more time, knowing there is no use but the pain my whole body is feeling right now is unbearable.

"He said stop." A familiar voice interrupts. My mind too fuzzy to process who it could be, all I could think about right now is how embarrassed I am to be half naked and being raped in my own bedroom. I feel the grip on me loosen, as Braden is being pulled off of me by a stronger individual. I instantly drop to the floor, reaching for my bed to catch myself but failing and pulling a blanket down with me. I use it to cover my bare legs, too tired to move as I feel myself drifting to sleep. I try my best to stay conscious, worried he will attack me if I'm not.

I force my heavy eyelids apart and look at the two men standing a few feet away. "What the fuck are you doing here Clay? Came to watch the show in 3D you fucking pervert" he angrily spits out. "Not quite" Clay replies calmly. He pushes Braden abruptly into the wall, holding him up by the collar of his shirt. "You have some nerve calling me a pervert when I just caught you raping someone" he towers over Braden, his eyes darting into his soul as he speaks so calm and collected.

Personally, I find it scarier when people do that other then yelling. 

"Its not rape if he's my boyfriend" Braden argues back. This comment made Clay snap. He balled up his fist and hit him repeatedly across the right side of his face. Braden's nose started bleeding and blood starting dripping down onto the floor, a few feet away from me. 

"Please stop!" he plead after the fifth punch, seemingly breaking his nose. 

"But why should I stop when you ask huh? When he told you to stop you didn't" The voices start fading as I start to hear a ringing in my ears. Am I dying right now? It feels like it. I feel immobile and find myself starting to space out. 

After a few minutes of trying desperately to keep myself awake, Clay finally lets go of Braden. His face completely fucked up and somewhere along the line he managed to get a hit on Clay.

Which only further upset him and he kneed him in the crotch. 

His crotch that was still out in the fucking open... Embarrassing. 

I hear muffled sentences being uttered by Clay. Something along the lines of 'Never come back' and 'Next time I see you anywhere near him I'll fucking kill you'

The last thing I heard before blacking out was Braden screaming at me, "You really are pathetic George, he's only gonna end up using you so he can use it against you at school. The guy hates you dumbass!" 

And with that, everything went dark. 

I wake up to a pounding headache, but this time its not from a hangover. 

Memories from the previous night circle back to me. As I lay here in my bed, I feel absolutely violated. The one place I deemed as safe and would go to for comfort is now ruined. I feel disgusting sleeping in this bed, knowing that I had been raped in this very room hours ago. So many unwanted memories are now all corelated to this room. 

I would cry but I feel as if I had already cried everything out. I feel numb, not wanting to move or feel anything anymore. 

Somehow I blame myself. I shouldn't have cheated. I'm a shitty person who cheated on their boyfriend so maybe I did somewhat deserve this. 

I try and sit up but I'm met with a sharp pain shooting up my back and the sound of my heartbeat in my brain. I wince and grab the blanket pulling it over my head, not being able to deal with the light of my room right now. I have no idea what time it is or how I even got here, in my bed with the covers over me in fresh pajamas. 

"George? Are you up?" I hear a soft voice break the silence.

Well now I know how I got here.