Struggle - H.S.

“Bradley please don’t do this.” I pleaded with him when he pulled on my arm violently, which caused me to turn around before he broke my arm. “You don’t even know what I’m going to do.” He whispered into my ear. He kissed me on my neck and even sucked a bit. I tried to move away from him but he kept me firmly in place.

He reached my lips and whilst he was kissing me he bit my lip hard, which made me open my mouth and there went his tongue, he french kissed me, whilst ripping the shirt from my body and if you’d think he stopped there you’re wrong he also got rid of my bra and my jeans followed but he kept away from my panties. He was doing this to make a statement to Harry, not to rape me.

I felt relieved that he wasn’t going further then what he was doing now. It still was sexual abuse but at least he wasn’t going to rape me. If I made it out alive I would definitely kill him myself or press charges. I didn’t give in though and still tried to push him off of me. He on the other hand crawled on top of me and started to move his hips into mine. It was like dry humping and I wasn’t having it and I tried really hard to throw him off but it only made him laugh.

“You should just give up love.” He teased as he moved his hips a bit harder this time. It actually made me groan but if Harry knew me well enough he would know this wasn’t because of pleasure. “Please just get off of me, Bradley please.” I was on the breaking point and it wouldn’t take long before I would start crying and the last thing I wanted Bradley to see was me crying. He stopped and looked me in the eyes and I actually saw pity in his eyes and he miraculous stopped and got off of me. He quickly got of the bed and stopped filming. I was lying there on my back with nothing but my panties on, never ever have I felt so exposed and disgusted with myself.

I closed my eyes to shut it all out when I felt the bed dip again. I was lifted slightly when I suddenly felt that Bradley was untying the ropes. I quickly opened my eyes to see what he was doing when I saw him put a shirt over my head. I didn’t had much strength though as he put my arms through the sleeves of a plain white shirt. “Thank you.” I whispered sadly, he just nodded before tying me up again. He left with the camera, that’s when, the tears made their appearance. I cried as if someone had died. I felt so disgusted with myself and all I wanted to do was hide in a dark place and never see anyone ever again. I tried to stop crying but it only became much worse. I was crying so hard that I couldn’t breath properly anymore.

I hated this room, I hated Harry for not rescuing me. I thought he loved me but apparently he doesn’t. I mean how can you let someone who you love being tortured like this? You don’t! It’s simple. I felt so drained and I know I was on the brick of falling asleep and maybe I even did, I’m not sure but suddenly I heard voices outside my door but I only recognized Bradley’s voice. I held my breath to hear better.

“I don’t get why Harry is not responding to any of my messages, I thought he had claimed her?” He asked and could I detect a hint of worry laced through his voice? I still couldn’t hear the other person and that actually frustrated me.

“I know man but I can’t keep hurting her, she doesn’t deserve that.” Bradley said, it actually surprised me to hear him say that. He didn’t care about me so why care what happens to me? It was completely quiet after that. The door opened and I closed my eyes quickly so he wouldn’t notice that I was awake.

I heard him sigh deeply before I felt him touch me again. “Anna, I know you’re awake love.” He stated and I opened my eyes to see him staring directly at me. I waited his next move, I even moved a bit back on the bed, just in case he wanted to try something again. My back was still sore from earlier today and I was not looking forward to another punishment. “I really don’t want to punish you again but Harry isn’t giving me any choice.” He said bitterly and I felt my heart sink again. I looked at him with fear in my eyes and I thought I saw a shimmer of regret in his eyes but he still grabbed his knife. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tightly around his fist and he put the knife against my throat. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. I was shocked but what he did after shocked me even more.

He sliced the knife over my throat and if he wanted he could’ve killed me but that wasn’t his plan and he went to my shoulder and cut me there as well. This time I had my voice back and I screamed at the top of my lungs, this startled him a bit but he continued his work. He pulled my shirt up and made a figure with his knife and that’s when he stopped.

I looked at his hands and saw them trembling. He was actually sweating. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered near my ear. When he pulled back I saw that his eyes were moist and the regret I saw on his face made me almost feel sorry for him, how sick is that right? He left me again but I figured he would be back to take care of the wounds he had made. He never came back though. No one came for at least a few hours and I felt myself getting weaker by the minute.
I slipped into a darkness, which I welcomed when I suddenly heard someone speak to me. “Anna please wake up love.” I recognised the voice but that was about it. I didn’t feel like responding, so I kept my eyes shut.

“What is wrong with her?” I heard another voice say. “I’m not sure . She did lose a lot of blood though.” I heard the familiar voice near me. Normally I was curious enough to see who it was but I didn’t care anymore, couldn’t they just leave me alone? “Damn it, we’ll have to carry her.” I heard a third voice whisper. I felt someone untying me and lifting me from the bed. Strong arms held me, as I could feel the muscles under my body. I recognised the scent that was coming from him. It smelled like mint and a hint of my favourite cologne.

“We have to hurry before everyone wakes up Harry.” I heard a soft voice say. Wait did he say Harry? I must be dreaming. It couldn’t be Harry, he didn’t care about me. It still didn’t make me open my eyes or maybe I just couldn’t open my eyes. I felt the humid air against my skin, which probably meant that we were outside. “WHERE IS ANNA?!” I heard someone scream from the inside of the house. The person who held me sped up his walking. “Shit.” He muttered and I knew this was bad but I just couldn’t do anything about it.

I heard a gun going off and that’s when we hit the ground.

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