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warnings ;

i. sexual content

trigger warnings ;

i. rapeii. sexual assaultiii. mentions of abortioniv. abusev. mentions of alcoholvi. mentions of blood

"the name's suguru geto"

you froze and your mind went blank. you shallowed the lump in your throat and spoke;

"what time is the meeting?"

"10:30" satoru replied.

you nodded your head slowly, as you wrote it down on your open agenda.

"who else is gonna be there?" you asked, silently praying that it'd be somewhat better.

"no one else. he's gonna come as the ceo to talk to another ceo"

"but, you're-"

"y/n, do you forget that you're the co-ceo?" satoru asked, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"you're right. sorry"

he placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at you· cerulean eyes staring directly into yours.

"i'm leaving the company in your hands, okay?"

"okay"

"good! i know i can trust you with it!" he said, smiling at you.

"see you in a week, y/n" he added, as he made his way towards the door.

"have a safe trip!"

once he left your office, your eyes fell on the agenda— the name suguru geto written with red ink. you sighed and ran a hand through your h/c hair.

'you can do it, y/n'

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲

you were on the canteen, in order to buy your second coffee for the day. you checked your watch, noticing that you had less than five minutes to prepare yourself for the meeting. after you took your coffee, you started walking towards the conference room.

"oh, ms. l/n! mr. geto is already here and waiting for you!"

"thank you for informing me, kasumi" you said, slightly bowing your head.

the woman smiled at you, before she headed back to her office. you gripped the coffee cup harder, feeling anxiety and fear travel in your veins. with shaky hands, you opened the door to the meeting room, letting a good morning fall from your lips.

"good morning, ms. l/n" suguru said, a smirk plastered on his face.

you sat across him, opening your folder and taking out some pens. you discussed with him about some topics, and you wrote down the essentials for the summary.

you got up from your seat and shook his hand— something you were doing after every meeting. you walked out of the room and headed to the bathroom, in order to text maki and tell her that everything went okay.

before you were able to, the door opened, revealing the one and only suguru geto. he looked at you, as you heard the click of the lock— scaring you more. he walked closer, making you step back· inching closer to the wall.

"please... leave me alone..." you said, looking at him.

"no. not when i know you probably fucked another, after i made you mine" he said, his hands groping your ass.

you closed your eyes shut and bit down on your lip.

"c'mon baby... we both know you love it" he whispered in your ear.

"i don't... i hate it!" you said, trying to push him and his hands away.

his one hand wrapped itself around your throat, while the other pinned your hands above your head.

"you ungrateful whore! you open your legs for other men, but you hate it when you're doing it for me!" he said, his grip around your throat tightening.

he didn't stop there, though.

in one swift motion, the hand that was around your neck ripped your shirt open and freed your breasts from the fabric of your bra.

"no! stop!"

"shut up, whore!" he said, slapping you.

he grabbed you by the hair, making you whimper in pain, as he bent you over the marble bathroom counter. he removed his tie and wrapped it around your head, shutting your mouth.

he removed your skirt and panties— letting them fall on the floor, before he shoved himself in you. your eyes widened and tears attacked them, immediately. your screams of pain were muffled from the fabric between your teeth, and his hand.

suguru kept shoving himself in you mercilessly, tearing you apart. you could feel hot droplets of blood running down your thighs, before meeting the white marble floor. tears were painting your cheeks, as you bit down on the tie.

'stop...'

'it hurts...'

'i don't want this...'

'not again...'

suguru looked at your reflection in the mirror, yet, you had your eyes shut closed. you didn't dare to open them and see yourself in this state.

he pulled your hair —lifting you up from the counter— before his fingers started playing with your nipples. he pinched them hard, making a cry escape from your throat. he pushed you back on the counter, your head hitting against the mirror, but suguru didn't care at all.

he gripped your hips, while he moved his in a fast pace. he lowered his body on yours, his chest pressing against your covered back.

"you're gonna cum, aren't you? and you have the audacity to tell me you hate it, you fucking whore" he said, biting your shoulder hard.

you felt him twitch in you, before he ejaculated. he got a hold of your hair and pulled at it harshly, but you kept your eyes closed.

"you're mine, do you understand that?"

you stayed silent, too scared to open your mouth and oppose him.

"answer me!" he said, yanking your hair.

you slowly nodded your head, while tears cascaded down your cheeks. he smiled in satisfaction, before he removed the tie from your mouth. saliva was coating your chin and you were panting, tasting your own salty tears in the process.

suguru didn't say anything else. he just got dressed and left, as if he didn't just destroy you for the third time.

the first time was four years ago, some months after you got back together.

the second time was two years ago.

and the third time happened some minutes ago.

you didn't know what had gone wrong, after you both took that long break. you were with him since high-school, but you decided to take a break because he wanted to study abroad.

that break you took was a mutual decision, and you had agreed on getting back together after both your studies— if you were still single by that time.

the four years he was gone, you had quite a few relationships, but none of them lasted more than a few months. you also had a big amount of hook-ups.

when the four years passed and you graduated from university, you got back with suguru· without knowing how much you'd regret it later.

he was nothing like before. the sweet, loving and caring suguru you fell in love with, was nowhere to be found. instead, what you had in front of you was someone abusive and heartless.

he didn't show his true intentions, until that fateful night on march 5th. that night, was the first time suguru raped you. yet, you forgave him and blamed his actions on the alcohol in his system.

two months after it, he slapped you for the first time. you forgave him (again) and blamed his actions on you; if you hadn't angered him, he wouldn't have done it. that's what you were saying to yourself.

you were just twenty-three, when he used your body for his own desires, again.

you were just twenty-three, when you got slapped, kicked and punched for something that wasn't even your fault. some days after those, you were forced to abort the kid of the man you once loved.

you were just twenty-three, when you called it quits and suguru hit you again, before finally leaving.

more than a year had passed and everything had seemed to belong in the past, but, today made sure to prove you wrong.

all this time, you didn't dare to have a hook-up— too scared and traumatized to even look at a man that way.

you raised your head and looked at your reflection in the mirror, your twenty-one and twenty-three year old self looking back at you.

twenty-one...

twenty-three....

twenty-five....

you wouldn't allow it to go any further. you were gonna put an end to it.

with tears staining your cheeks and trails of blood coating your legs, you picked up your discarded clothing and started cleaning yourself.

your legs felt numb and your genitals were sending waves of pain on your body, as you moved. you bit down on your lip and removed your smudged makeup, before you splashed water on your face.

you walked out of the bathrooms and got in your office, locking the door behind you. you unlocked your phone, your thumb clicking on your best friend's contact.