chapter seventeen

lydias eyes slightly widened, and she gazed up at him through glossy eyes. she wasn't crying, no. but she was embarrassed, and this had always happened to her while she was embarrassed.

"t- that's not funny" she replied softly, biting her lip in an innocent daze.

tatum stared at her with a straight expression, but his insides were churning with excitement. not only was his little embarrassed, but she was showing it. and for tatum, that was too much for him to try and control himself for.

he roughly took his hand to her face and dragged her lip from between her teeth, making her freeze up in front of him. almost everything he did took her by shock, and she felt as though she never knew what to expect from the boy in front of her. the two just gazed at each other for a few seconds, before lydia decided to take a few steps to back away from him. she wasn't necessarily scared of him in the moment, but his cold gaze always made her feel a bit uneasy.

unexpectedly, tatum walked a few steps forwards, which prevented the wall of space she was attempting to put between them from being built. she didn't know if he was being serious when he had stated that he wanted her to change in front of him, but the idea had made her extremely uncomfortable to imagine. she was always taught that her modesty was rather fragile, and if you break your modesty with sharing it amongst others, it was gone forever. obviously this was untrue, but rayas way of teaching her to stay innocent and pure was by taking things to the extremes with her explanations.

"change." tatum stated again with a cold stare.

she stood still in her place, and gave him a slight shake of her head. she was aware that he was in fact serious now, which made her defense systems go up. though she was naive, she was not stupid. boys weren't supposed to see girls in such a vulnerable and pure state unless they were in a relationship, which clearly her and tatum were not.

suddenly she felt two large hands wrap around the hem of her shirt, pulling it upwards. she gasped, immediately placing her small hands on top of his in an attempt to reject the movement. tatum then glared down at her, and she began to slightly shake as a reaction to the anger in his glare.

"don'ttouch me, lydia." he seethed trough his roughly gritted teeth.

lydia was genuinely scared of tatum now, and she had absolutely no way of fighting back. he was much larger than her, and she knew that any sort of attempt against him would just be stupid. she had never been scared of a man before in her life besides tatum. yes men made passes at her, but since she was always with her mother in public they never tried anything more. her own father had never yelled at her in the way that tatum did. in fact, no one had gotten upset with her like tatum did. she was good, and she knew that, so why was he always so angry with her?

"p- please" she squeaked out, desperately trying to wiggle herself out of his grip.

she found herself losing the want to fight, and letting tatum undress her. she felt absolutely atrocious about what she was doing, but she didn't know that it wasn't her fault. in lydias mind, all of this was her fault. maybe if she wasn't so stupid, trusting strangers and all, she would be home in bed with her mother and father close by. just like how things always were, and how she always wanted them to be.

if lydia had the choice to change her life, she simply wouldn't. she was always content with what she had, as she knew that she was very fortunate to have things the way that they were for her. but in this moment, she wished nothing but that she was more grateful for how things were a few hours ago. going to the happiest place she had ever been with a pretty boy she met, looking out the window as the clouds passed by. but as the night went on, she started to learn that everything was just an act. tatum was acting, and he was not as he portrayed himself to her.

she had zoned out for the most of tatums lustful touch upon her body, and she was content with that. she felt as though she was disobeying her mother for what she had allowed tatum to do to her. but again, she was not aware that she allowing it. she had not given him consent. in fact, she had not given him consent for anything that he was wishing upon her this entire day. she never wanted to come here, she never wanted to upset tatum, she never wanted to be taken advantage of.

"p- please t- tatum," she whispered, looking up at him with fearful eyes. he couldn't take his eyes off of his little girl, and her perfect body beneath him. he wanted nothing more than to absolutely destroy his little, but he had boundaries. and all though he went back on his word with her a lot, he would not force her into something so sacred just yet. he would make sure that she was begging for him, and he would not cave into his desires until that occurred.

she had realized that he had gotten down to her undergarments by the time that she had zoned back in, and she felt absolutely nauseous. she had stopped fighting back for her shirt and pants, yes, but lydia was absolutely not going to willingly let him take her innocence from her. he would not see past that, and she would be sure of it. she felt as though she could stand up to him, maybe refuse to let him do those things to her, but she was so wrong. she stood no chance, but she wasn't ready to admit that yet.

"okay, little. only because you've been so good for me." he sweetly stated, releasing his grip on her body and placing a small kiss onto her hand.

she watched him as he walked over to the bed in the room, placing himself onto it. all of the while he kept his gaze on her, never removing it. this was something that she was starting to see a pattern in between the two of them. they were always staring at one another, mostly in fear that the other would get away from them. lydia didn't want to be around him, no, but she didn't want to be alone. and so far, all she had was tatum to keep her from feeling that way.

once she had made sure that he was not going to move or attempt to come close to her, she slowly walked into the bathroom. she immediately locked the door as she did so, hoping to dismay tatum from entering as she changed. this was exactly what occurred, actually. she was successful in changing into her matching set, keeping tatum out of her space as she did so. she stood infront of the mirror for a few seconds, taking in her appearance. she always knew she was pretty, and that's exactly how she felt in the moment. what she didn't know, was that tatum would view her in the upmost sexual light, always.

unlocking the restroom door, she sighed. she knew that upon opening the door she would be met with tatum, which is exactly what she didn't want to be met with. so, when she opened the door and did not find him inside of the room, she was surprised but relieved. she quietly wandered out of the restroom and into the rather large room, almost holding her breath. she was worried that if he heard her he would come back for her.

she rather quickly folded her former clothes that she had worn throughout the day and placed them gently into one of her suit cases. they were dirty, yes, but she was not going to speak to tatum about it, simply because she did not wish to see or speak to him.

after she had rearranged the things in her suit case to be a bit more organized, she glanced towards the bedroom door. she noticed that it was shut tight, so she decided that it must've been locked. he wouldn't leave her by herself with no lock and she knew that, but she was not willing to check, either. who knows with tatum? it could've been a set up, and maybe if she tried to open the door he would get angry with her again. and she definitely did not want that, so she chose to ignore the door.

she sneakily got up from her spot on the floor and made her way to the light switch in the room. she flicked it off, deciding that if she was going to be forced to stay here for a night she might as well make it pass rather quickly by falling asleep early.

so that is exactly what she did, slithering herself into the covers of the large bed, and shutting her eyes.

and it would've been so peaceful,