Monster

*WARNING*

This chapter contains graphic details of sexual assault so read at your own risk.

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

My head rolled back as Ross carried me down the hallway to my room.

Fuck, it hurts.

My leg felt like it was still being stabbed. It was burning and throbbing like crazy.

Ross opened the door to my prison cell and closed it behind him before gently putting me down on the bed. I yelped out from the pain and rolled to my side so my good thigh was underneath me.

To my surprise I found Ross kneeling before me on the ground, his eyes all teared up.

"Forgive me, Miss Greer, I couldn't protect you." his voice broke. My heart softened and I felt the grudge I'd held against him just a minute ago melting into nothing.

"Oh Ross, it's not your fault." I couldn't help but cry with him, though it was more from the pain than the guilt I'll admit.

I tried to sit up so I could comfort him but instantly regretted moving as another cry of pain escaped my lips.

Ross immediately got up and retrieved something from his back pocket.

It was a small antiseptic wipe and some gauze. I almost laughed in his face.

"I don't think that's gonna help a stab wound." I gasped between my silent laughter. He smiled too.

"Sorry, it's all I could manage to sneak past him." he said with a frown. He helped me sit up and took me to the bathroom where he cleaned my wound (as I tried not to scream bloody murder) and wrapped the gauze around it.

After that he led me back to the bed where I lied down gratefully.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Ross said, reaching into his pocket again. He brought out a pack of crushed biscuits and I couldn't help the small chuckle that left my mouth before I could stop myself.

He flushed. "I know it's not much-" he started. "It's plenty, Ross. You're a life saver." I cut him off and smiled.

After he left I quickly scarfed the biscuits down as I realized I hadn't eaten anything in the last 36 fucking hours.

I also finished the small water bottle that Ross had left me too.

He's a really good guy.

I found myself unable to keep my eyes open as the fatigue started getting to me and before I knew it, I had drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Well, more like a nap since Jesse came slamming the door open not 20 fucking minutes later.

I sat up in alarm and my face scrunched up in pain as my wound started hurting like a bitch again. Jesse looked down at my bandaged leg and smirked before muttering something under his breath.

He had something in his hand and I glanced curiously at it. It was another slutty dress.

"My guys say your boyfriend's on his way so let's get you ready for your funeral." Jesse smirked. My eyes widened. "N-no, I'm fine with this dress. R-really-" I tried persuading him.

He rolled his eyes and came to me. I propped myself up on my elbows as I tried crawling backwards. "Please! J-Jesse, I can't!" I cried.

I'VE BEEN FUCKING STABBED I DON'T THINK NOW'S THE TIME TO PLAY DRESS UP WITH ME.

He grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me down before quickly climbing on top of me. The dress had been discarded to the floor.

I screamed in pain as he put his weight on my injured leg on purpose. I heard him laugh before grabbing the hem of my dress and tearing it off my body.

"Get off of me you misogynistic freak! " I shrieked as tears rolled down my cheeks. He ignored my cries and continued to grope me everywhere, probably leaving bruises because of how rough he was being with me.

"Please! Don't do this!" I cried out.

He grabbed my jaw painfully and crashed his lips on mine with force, muffling my futile cries. His cold hand squeezed my injured thigh, making me scream louder.

Sadist.

I was finding it hard to focus because of the pain. My world spun as I saw black dots in my vision.

Jesse's cold hand went underneath my back and unclasped my bra before ripping it off my body. I screamed again, trying to cover myself with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the pillow above me with one hand while using the other to squeeze my breast.

His disgusting eyes raked over my body with lust and I looked away, ashamed. He grabbed my jaw and forced me to turn towards him. "Look at me, bitch." he growled.

"Jesse, please!" I begged, hoping he would show mercy.

This wasn't the guy I'd first met at the party. That man had been kind, sweet and respectful of women. This guy was a fucking monster. There's just no other way to put it.

When I tried struggling, I found that I couldn't escape his grasp. Despite the immense pain I was in, I still thrashed my legs around, crying all the while and begging him to stop.

He suddenly got off me and I felt relief wash over me, only to be replaced by pure horror when he reached for my underwear and, in one swift motion, yanked it off before getting in between my legs.

I had tried scratching his arms to stop him but in vain. Nothing I did was affecting him and it was ridiculous.

I was completely naked now and my brain just couldn't process the situation I was in. It was as if I couldn't believe this was happening even though it was taking place right before my own eyes.

"Jesse! N-no-" I put my small hands on his chest, trying to push him off but it was no use, obviously.

He slapped me across the face. "Shut the fuck up. The more you resist the more I'll fucking hurt you." he snarled. I tried to muffle my cries by putting my hand over my mouth as I gave up. He proceeded to take his shirt off, revealing his tattoo covered upper torso.

I suddenly felt something thrust into me.

I gasped and squealed in shock as I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into him. He grinned down at me as my legs quivered.

"You really are a virgin." he smirked. I glanced down and saw his hand. Is he finger-fucking me?

I couldn't help but feel at least a little relieved that he hadn't penetrated me with his ugly ass dick. At least I get to keep my virginity a little longer.

My body involuntarily jerked as he moved his index inside me, using his thumb to push up against my clit.

"You like this, don't you? You little slut." he spat. "N-no!" I was cut off when before he forcefully kissed me again, grabbing my jaw in a painful grip so I'd open my mouth and let him choke me with his fucking tongue.

I found that I couldn't control the way my body reacted as he sped up his actions, trying to shove his finger deeper inside me.

"J-Jesse-" I gasped. I felt so fucking disgusted with myself.

"You're so fucking tight." he groaned.

Why the fuck is he the one orgying, ew.

He crashed his lips on mine again, his free hand groping my breast. I screamed when he pushed down on my injured thigh.

"Oops." he breathed against my lips. My body jerked again as I found myself nearing my climax.

Please, no, please don't, Cora.

I tried pushing him off again but I couldn't get him off me since every time I resisted he would add weight to my injured thigh, making me stop dead in my tracks and howl in agony.

"Come on, I know you're almost there." he smirked, grabbing a hand full of my hair and yanking my head back as I shrieked from the pain. He attacked my neck and collar bone with his sloppy kisses.

I finally felt the knot in my stomach come undone as I had my orgasm. I clenched my jaw with a tiny whimper, trying not to make a sound and digging my nails into his back as my back arched up into him and my body convulsed.

When I finally got off my high, I was forced back to reality. A very smug Jesse looked down at me, smirking like a fucking villain.

He lowered his mouth to my ear.

"What would Eddy say if he saw you right now?" he whispered, kissing and then licking my earlobe. Fresh tears started to roll down my face as I sobbed.

Jesse kissed my neck before finally getting off me. I didn't bother covering myself up. What was the fucking point? He'd already seen me naked, already raped me with his fucking finger. How absolutely humiliating. How could I possibly orgasm in this kind of situation? What the fuck is wrong with me?

I felt dirty. Felt like filth, like trash. I don't deserve Harry and he doesn't deserve to get used girl that had been passed around from one man to the next all her life.

Yes, I was still a virgin. But at this point I was thinking I might not be. Maybe I lost my virginity and didn't know it.

My pity party was cut short when Jesse interrupted my thoughts.

"I'm gonna enjoy raping you, Cora." he smirked. I felt another knot tie in my stomach.

No, please. I barely got through this.

He threw the dress at me. "Ross'll come get you in a few hours. See you later, Cory." he grinned, waving at me before closing the door behind him.

I lay there for what felt like a really long time, the memories of what had just happened replaying in my head like a movie.

I couldn't stop crying. After a while I finally gathered myself just enough to go shower and put the dress on so Ross wouldn't walk in on me still naked, my thighs covered with period blood.

After I was done dressing I laid down on the floor, since the bed sheets were all bloody, staring off into space as I awaited my death.