"Get down !" She yelled at me in a harsh tone, sending electric
shivers down my exposed, cold, bare back. I stood still, shocked
and unsure. "I said, get the fuck down !" I shook and fell down the
wall on cue, like a puppet, getting her strings cut off of the
marionettes' cross. I collapsed in an ungraceful heap of myself,
close to tears and wanting to scream. She came over to the corner
where I sat, holding my legs against my exposed chest. She looked
down at me and I stared up at her. She was fifteen, I, thirteen.
She was taller, stronger, yet I was faster. Trying to escape had
been a mistake, I now realize. She reached down and hit me across
the face and I let out a cry of pain and shock. "Fucking pussy !"
She spat, leaning down into my face. I wanted to become part of the
drywall behind me, but I remained myself, intact and only too aware
of how human I was. "We do things the way I want to, remember ?"
She hissed as she leaned into kiss me. Fearful of what would happen
if I pulled away, I leaned in as well. I felt her moan against my
mouth, sharing the raw, aggressive kiss with me. I shivered, but
she hardly noticed as she worked her way down to my neck, then my
collarbone. I felt her shove me onto the hardwood floor and I let
out a gasp for air. I hadn't been breathing.. keep breathing... Her
lips worked over my tits, sucking on one. I closed my eyes, waiting
for this to be over. God, just let this be over. Just end this. She
continued, down to my underwear, which she took off. "Melissa...
Stop !" I said, my voice dry. I hadn't realized I was crying. "Shut
up, bitch..." She snarled. The tears streamed from under my eyelids
as she stuck her head between my legs and started to lick me.
"Stop...- oh, my god..." I moaned softly, tilting my head back.
"Please don't do this... Ple- Oh..." Her tongue flicked back and
forth on me, and I cried out. Get a grip, Jordanna. I closed my
eyes and tried to get my mind to focus on my situation, but things
were kind of fuzzy and blurred, almost drunken as I think about it
now. I felt dizzy, trying to pull it together. I closed my legs and
felt myself draw back against the wall. Melissa's head popped up,
furious. "What the fuck ?" She said, staring at me. I cowered.
"Bitch, what the fuck ?" She dragged her nails down my thighs and
down my chest, hitting me when she had a free hand. Too afraid to
do anything else, I cried, begging her to stop. Please, stop... I
felt weak, and, alas, I was. "Get your fat, ugly ass out of here !"
She threw my clothes at me. "Get dressed and get the fuck out."
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