29 Rape is Rape if it’s Rape

"You should take the shirt off." Kyle said smirkingly. "What for?" I questioned. His smile widens at my question. "You're getting both my shirt and pants dirty." I looked down and realized that oil was splashing onto his shirt. I quickly move the pan and frantically take off the shirt. "I-I'm sorry."

He stares at me before his eyes widens. "How did you get that." He said pointing at my nape. I touched the spot to feel tiny dents, in an obvious shape of a set of teeth. "Uhhh… Umm." I couldn't make an excuse on the spot so I just whispered the culprits name.

His hands slammed on the table in anger. His eyes flowered in anger. He stepped towards me, grabbed me by the chin and twisted my neck to get a better view. "Do you just let anyone fuck you?" He growled. My face blushed in surprise. "I-it just happened!" I squeaked out.

His face got even more heated. He walks away and comes back with something. My face became even brighter when I realized what he held. Without warning he pulls my pants down. "W-wait hold-d on… eep." My head was immediately dunked in the sink while cold water ran down my hair and face. I felt something hard pressed against my back.

"This is yours right? You brought this for a reason so let me help you." I felt the tip slowly stretching me out. "Look how easy it's going in." I slowly look back through the droplets of water. My face froze as I saw him jerking off, with an evil grin plastered on his face.

His ocean eyes slowly enlocked with mine and with a grin, he pushed the foreign object all the way to the hilt. I couldn't help but let the water flow out. "Wow look at that, have you become a bitch in heat already? Do you like your hole stuffed? Are you happy? Is this what you want? Or would you rather have Jamar?"

He kept on spouting words, while the tears I held back poured out. Seeing me not replying he quickly got up and shut the water off. "Hey, I was just playing around." He whispered while grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my head. "This was just role-play, you know… role-play? A lot of Americans do this."

I kept my mouth shut, hoping if I stayed quiet the pain would subside. I felt the air stifle the house filled with tension. The air between us was toxic. I could sense him running out of patience. I wanted to cry out, yell, scream, curse. But any movement would make that move and I'll be in even more pain. "Hey… did it really hurt?" He said while his hand went to the object and I felt the pressure of it being pushed.

"DON'T TOUCH!" I yelled out, while slapping his hand away. But those sudden movements made me tense my back and I immediately fell down from the pain. "TAKE IT OUT, HURRY UP!" I yelled once more, regretting it instantly, just to cry out some more.

"Okok hold on Umm…" he frantically paces back and forth before bending down, I felt him grab the end and slowly inch it out. I feel one of the bumps scratch the inner walls, and screamed in pain just for it to be shoved back in. "I'm sorry! Wait-"

"Don't fucking touch me!" I said while holding back all the insults I wanted to hurl out. "I-I'll do it." I took heavy gulps of air, shutting my eyes grabbed the end and took it out in one go.

Even though its out, I could still feel the gaping sensation and the pain still there. "H-hurts…" I cried out. "Lemme see." I feel his warm palms on the top on my butt. He sticks a finger in, making all my senses tense up.

"I-I'm Sorry… P-please S-stop." I cried out weekly. "I'm just checking for tares, hold up." His callus finger keeps poking at every single tare. I finally had enough and smacked his hand away while glaring at him. "Why is it so tore didn't u have sex the oth-"

"THAT WAS RAPE! THAT WASN'T SEX!" I yelled out feeling my anger boil, to the peak. I slowly got up from my spot. "This would be considered rape too! I hate this! Fu-."

I felt his callous fingers run through my hair and grip it tightly, pulling me back. With a swift motion I felt my head go down and bang on the counter, creating a ringing sound from all the pressure and pain my body was enduring.

"Considered rape, you say… Don't make me laugh." His grip tightened as he raised my head once more and banged it against the counter. "And what was Jamar? Huh!?!" He raised my head again. I quickly grab his arm.

My head was spinning and I couldn't think straight. I felt my self began to hyperventilate. "I-I'm Sorry. I'm Sor-" I felt the cold encounter with the counter once more. A stinging feeling coming from my nose snapped me back to reality. I brought my hands to my nose as I felt the dripping of blood.

Feeling his hand tightened, I turned around hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry, I was wrong-g. I-I was wrong. I will n-never say it aGAin. I lo-ve y-you, so p-please stoppp." I felt his hands lower as he pulled me tighter, kissing the top of my head.

After a few minutes of silence and heavy breathing I felt his hands raised to my ears. His grip tightens on them pulling my head up and landing soft pecks on my blood covered lips. He stared down at me with that sickening grin.

He brushed his thumbs on my nose softly pressing it down. I accidentally let a grunt out from the pain. "Did that hurt? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have banged your head so hard. I was just so angry...You understand right?" I felt my eyes shifting from his eyes to his lips, because they didn't match. What was coming out was an apology but his eyes looked as if there was no regrets, if anything it looked as if he was enjoying this.

I felt his grip tighten on my ears. "You. Understand. Right." I quickly nodded my head out of subconscious fear. His hand runs through my hair as he gives me another peck on my lips. "Good boy."

His tongue licked my lips, waiting for me to open… which I did. He held me tightly as he passionately kissed me. Entangling our tongues together.

We parted with a trail of our mixed saliva. He smiled widely as if he won a basket of candy at a candy store. "You're so cute. Adam." He kissed my forehead before officially pulling away. "Let me go buy some bandages for that broken nose. Take a quick shower, I want you out and dressed by the time I come back. Okay?"

He grabbed his keys and wallet from the rack, walked back to me, rubbed my neck and pulled me to another kiss. "See you in 20 minutes." With that he just upped and left.

My legs finally gave out and I fell on the ground from shock. I felt myself shake. Looking down at my hands they were shaking ferociously. It began to feel as if the world was sinking on top of me and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

"W-what the fuck just happened?"

I heard a sudden pop and my mind went black and the last thing I remembered was hitting the cold hard ground.