6 | good girl

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As I gently pushed the door open, I spotted Chris sprawled out on the couch, snoring softly amidst a sea of beer bottles and a greasy pizza box. The room was a total mess, with clothes scattered about and the TV flickering in the background.

Feeling a mix of annoyance and exhaustion, I tiptoed towards the bathroom, trying not to disturb the stillness of the apartment. The silence seemed to echo with every step I took, making the chaos around me even more unsettling.

Glancing back at Chris, I saw him sleeping like a log, completely oblivious to the mess he'd made. With a sigh, I resigned myself to cleaning up later, lacking any real motivation to tackle the task at hand.

As I reached for the bathroom light switch, a sudden rustle behind me made me freeze. I turned around just in time to see Chris looming over me, his hand raised menacingly. Before I could react, pain exploded across my face, and everything went dark.

———————————————————Slowly, I emerged from the haze of unconsciousness, the fog of pain enveloping me like a heavy blanket. With a groan, I tried to assess my surroundings, only to find myself trapped in a nightmare. A vice-like grip squeezed my throat, making every breath a struggle, while searing agony pulsed through my lower body.

Blinking against the darkness, I focused on the figure looming over me. It was Chris, his face contorted in a grotesque mask of pleasure. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pain rippling through me, leaving me gasping for air and clinging to the fraying edges of consciousness.

"Chris, please... stop," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper against the onslaught.

A cruel smirk twisted his lips as he continued his pushing his dick into me, indifferent to my pleas. Panic surged within me as I realized the extent of my captivity. Bound and helpless, I lay there, a silent witness to my own violation.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks, mingling with the sweat and blood that stained my skin. In the midst of my agony, questions tormented my mind. Why me? What had I done to deserve such cruelty? But there were no answers, only the suffocating weight of despair.

Pain and fear consumed me as Chris continued his assault, his hands gripping me mercilessly. My pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by his accusations and my own desperate cries.

"Chris, please stop!" I begged, my voice choked with tears.

But his rage knew no bounds. "I know you cheated on me with Tim, Lucy!" he spat, his words a cruel dagger plunging into my heart.

"I didn't, Chris, I swear!" I sobbed, the weight of his betrayal crushing me. "I love you, only you!"

But my protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to violate me. Panic surged through me as I realized the depth of his delusion. He couldn't possibly know the truth. No one had seen us together. It was just his jealousy, his insecurities driving him to this madness.

As he thrust into me with brutal force, I felt a sickening mix of pain and disbelief. How could the man I loved be capable of such cruelty?

With each thrust, Chris's words cut deeper into my shattered psyche. "Stop crying, you whore! You know you want it," he taunted, his voice a cruel echo in the darkness.

But I didn't want it. I never did. I was trapped in a nightmare of my own making, a prisoner of my own fear and pain. And as the tears continued to flow, I prayed for the sweet release of oblivion, longing to escape this hellish reality. But i stayed quiet. Like he wanted me to.

"Good girl." he said, smirking.

With each painful thrust, I felt like I was being torn apart. It was too much to bear. Everything started to fade away, like I was being pulled into darkness with every passing second.

The pain became unbearable, and I couldn't feel anything else. It was like I was disappearing into nothingness, lost in the black void.

And then, suddenly, everything went completely dark. I lost consciousness again, grateful for the relief from the agony. It was like a brief escape from the nightmare I was trapped in.