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“Please don’t do this,” I sob, begging him. “Let’s talk about it.”
“No. I don’t want to talk right now. I just want to use you as my whore. That’s all you are to me now and I don’t give a fuck who knows it. From now on, you’re going to be on your hands and knees and available to service me when I need a whore to fuck!” he snaps. His words eat away at my already fragile mind as they keep cutting me deeper and deeper. His arms snake around to my front, and he pushes two of his fingers into my mouth.
“Suck them!” he demands. Once his fingers are fully coated, he pulls it back and shoves them both into my pussy. I let out a scream at the intrusion.
“Your pussy juice is going to be the perfect lube, don’t you think? Or should I use some of your blood?” he taunts.
My head whips around fast to stare at him. I think he’s finally gone crazy. I try to struggle away from him, but he clamps a hand down on the back of my neck and pushes me down so that I’m bent in half with my face on the counter and my ass in the air.
In the next instant, his cock is spearing into my pussy with such a hard and violent thrust, I let out a guttural scream so loud my own ears hurt. He clamps his hand over my mouth and then Mason begins to fuck the life out of me. What he’s doing is the definition of what being hate fucked is.
He’s demanding and brutal with the way he’s punishing me and the only thing I can do is bend over and take it as tears run down my face. I’m sobbing so hard, just wishing it’ll be over soon. I let out another scream behind his hand after a particularly violent thrust, but he still keeps going.
The sounds of our flesh slapping together is so loud it’s almost deafening. The jolting of my body has my stomach continuously grazing against the counter and suddenly I’m in more pain than before. I let out a terrified scream and quickly move his hand away from my mouth.
“Ma-Mason I-I think I just ripped my stitches,” I sob out, full on wailing now as the pain from my stomach and his thrusts become too much for my body to take.
In the next instant, he stills and then pulls out of me, shoving me away from him like nothing more than trash. I fall to the floor, landing on my butt and clutching my stomach, my entire body shaking and trembling with the intensity of my sobs.
A second later, something wet lands on my face and body and when I look up, I realize the asshole is coming on me. The feeling that takes over me is nothing but humiliation and self-disgust. I fucking hate myself and I’ve never felt dirtier than in this moment.
I crawl over to the toilet leaving a trail of dripping blood after me and grab the towel on the rack to put over the bandage. I don’t think all the stitches burst because only tiny droplets are coming out of the wound. The pain is the worst thing. I’m crying so hard, snot is on my face, and I probably look like a wreck right now.
“Ahh, it hurts! It hurts so fucking much,” I cry, sniffling hard. I don’t know if I’m referring to my stomach or the pain in my heart but either way, something hurts so much.
He is bent over the counter with his head down but at my words, his head snaps up and twists in my direction. When he gets a good look at me slumped against the wall, sobbing, I think I see a horrified expression on his face, but it’s gone so fast I’m wondering if I imagined it because I want him to still care.
He turns back around and slams his hands against the mirror on the wall with such brute force, it shatters, and all the pieces fall around him and onto the floor.
“Look at what you turned us into, baby, and I fucking hate you for it,” he says in a hoarse voice before walking out of the bathroom and leaving me there on the floor.
“I hate me too,” I whisper into the empty bathroom. Everything that just happened rushes into my mind on replay. If he could do what he just did to me and walk away just like that, then it means that I mean nothing to him.
Realizing that in order for us to heal, I need to end this. The pain is more than I can bear, so I slowly stand up and go into the medicine cabinet. This way I won’t be in pain anymore and I hope in time he heals. I won’t be there as a reminder anymore and he’ll have no one to take his hate out on.
I grab the bottle of sleeping pills and then move to where the shattered glass is on the floor. I brace my back against the counter and open the bottle of pills before taking as many as I can manage to swallow. Once that’s done, I grab the shard of glass I picked up and place it against my arm.
“Ahhh…” I let out a cry as I slice into my skin. Tears make my eyes blurry, and I can barely manage to see what I’m doing. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to do this on my own, Daddy,” I cry out as I take the glass and do the same with the other hand.
Once I’m done, I drop the glass and slump against the counter. I close my eyes as I wait for the pills to work. I won’t be in pain anymore and that makes a small smile appear on my lips. I can feel the blood from my arms seeping out. I made a long cut from my wrist halfway to my arm on both arms. That should do the trick.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel like I’m high as the pills begin to work their magic and even though my eyes are closed, they begin to feel heavy.
Loud footsteps sound from the bedroom before they come into the bathroom and skid to a stop. I manage to peel my eyes open once more even though it takes a huge effort to do so. I look up right into Grayson’s eyes. Eyes that look so much like his brother’s but right now he has an unbelievable and horrified expression on his face. I let out a laugh and then open my mouth, my words slur but I try to get them out anyway.
“Don’t look so horrified. No one really cares and you shouldn’t either. You weren’t my friend, and you didn’t help me. You just watched him hurt me over and over again… But it’s okay. I-I think, for the first time in months, I’ll finally be able to feel peace… Ma-make s-sure y-you take care o-of h-him o-okay?” I whisper before I feel completely drained, my eyes shut down, and the darkness finally takes over.
I hope Daddy will be happy to see me…
