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This is it.
This is how I die.
At the hands of the man who took my virginity. The fear I’ve had for a decade finally comes true. Only it’s a different man than I’ve always dreaded. It’s a new one.
I try to pull my legs free of his grip. “P-please! Just let me leave!” My hands flail to the sides, searching for a weapon that I know isn’t there.
“Leave?” Nero scoffs. “You’re never leaving my sight again.”
I choke on my next breath.
Wait. What?
I repeat his words in my mind. “You’re not…?”
His grip on my ankles tightens, even though I’m laying still. “I’m not what, Payton?”
I swallow. “You’re not going to kill me?”
I know it’s the wrong thing to say when pure rage covers his features.
In one motion, he pulls my legs straight, then twists his hands, flipping me over onto my stomach.
Disorientated, I don’t have time to fight, before he’s trapped my legs between his thighs.
He grunts when I buck my body against the hold, but it doesn’t do anything to free my legs.
In response, the hem of my dress is jerked up, revealing my new lacy pair of boy shorts to his view. And my face flames red, because they’re light blue, to match the shoes and purse I bought for tonight. An outfit I bought for him.
“Nero,” I beg. Not sure what I’m begging for.
Forgiveness? Freedom? My life?
There’s a click, and my body goes rigid.
I know that sound.
It’s the distinct sound of a switchblade locking open.
My brief hope is dashed. He must’ve meant never leave his sight alive.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I sob. “I promise. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
Cool metal slides across my skin, just below my panties, on the curve of my cheek.
“What won’t you tell them, Payton?”
Black dread tinges the edge of my vision. “Anything,” I choke. “I won’t tell anybody anything.”
The metal moves, the blade slipping underneath the lace, the tip pointed up toward my back.
“I’m not worried about what you might say.” There’s pressure, then the fabric gives way, the elastic band at the top sliced through. Then another flick, and he’s cut through my panties on both sides. “I’m more worried about what you might do.”
One of his palms presses into the center of my back, pinning me to the mattress. But it’s not necessary. The fear and confusion has me frozen in place.
The lace is lifted off my ass, and I picture him gripping the fabric, as he slowly pulls it straight up. The now loose material follows his movement, bunching up in my slit and dragging over my clit.
The surge of pleasure is so strong, so unexpected, I moan.
