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So, segment 39 has been a segment I have fretted about since I began posting Forbidden Love. Because Forbidden was meant more as a fantasy that no one would ever read turned into a story that is now public, it contained a rather graphic rape scenario. I fretted with removing it, I talked to several people and the scenes are critical to the storyline so I am posting them here. However, because I fully understand that not everyone can write, read, or even listen about such scenes and I am aware that rape is *real* and I cannot say what the reader has been through in their personal lives, I am doing 2 different segments below.
Segment 39a will be the graphic segment. It does contain scenes similiar to previous sex scenes with some differences obviously as this is not something that is consentual.
Segment 39b is a non-graphic segment containing just the bare minerals of 39a, because those events lead to segment 40 and beyond it is important to have a brief idea of what happened and who did what. Therefore, I summarized 39a for those wishing to avoid the graphic scenes or those not able to read or those who just don't feel comfortable with such scenes.
Segment 39A – Please…don’t…
POV: Emily
Word Count: 5973
Warnings: Adult Content, non-consensual sex (rape), violence.
Author's note: This is longer that previous segments, but I did not want two segments so I combined both and made it just longer.
February 4, 2008; Monday
I was asleep but I woke up to soft kisses on my neck and the first thought was that Zac was there. I could feel a body against my back and a firm erection against my ass. It took a moment to realize their divorce was not final and he would not be here because that would risk too much. I opened my eyes thinking maybe it was a dream but there was defiantly someone in the bed with me. I started to get up but the man was quick, his leg was suddenly over mine, one arm pinned my left arm to my side and a hand was over my mouth. I tried to wiggle my way out but could not move at all.
“Stop moving.” He growled.
My phone was supposed to be beside the bed along with the house phone, but as I frantically looked I found them both lying across the room on my dresser. This person had been in the room longer than a few moments. It was sinking in that a strange man was lying in my bed, up against me and I couldn’t move. I felt him nuzzle my neck again.
“Vanilla, I was never a fan of vanilla.”
I felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes.
“I am moving my hand, but if you scream, you will not like the consequences.”
He slowly moved his hand away from my mouth, almost like he wanted me to do something but I did not scream.
“How did you get inside?”
He chuckled against my neck. “That’s simple Emily; I used the key that you gave Zac.”
He raised my hand above me, gripped my left risk with his right and held it tightly.
“I want you to rise up and move your right arm behind you.” He said.
I carefully did what he said, he pulled it up some and then moved my other arm behind me, I felt handcuffs snap around each wrist, metal ones not like my safety ones.
“What do you want?”
I was trying to remain calm but the shaking was interfering with that and it got worse when I felt his hand snake underneath my shirt, it was uncontrolled now. He stopped before he reached my breasts though, changed directions.
“Pl…pl…please, what…what do you want from me?”
He was very quick, he didn’t bother to even remove my sleep pants or underwear all the way, just shoved them down far enough and then he was inside me all the way, I cried out in pain and shock despite the fact that he was not near as big as Zac was.
“Fuck! Now I know why he chose you.” He growled
I tried to move and I couldn’t, my arms were pinned between us and cuffed, I tried to pretend it was Zac there, but he would never be this rough without a warm up first. Tears soaked into the pillow under my head. I could tell he had a condom on, the latex felt different and made the pain more real. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and yanked back hard, I yelped in response.
“You feel so tight; it’s hard to believe you’ve been fucking Zac for months now.”
Who the hell was this guy? He stayed that way for a little bit, I watched the clock as the minute’s ticket by. I thought he was done when he pulled out and relief surged through me. He let my hair go but grabbed my arm and rolled me onto my back; it was an awkward position my hands and shoulders hurt. It took me a moment to realize what he was doing and I tried to push him away with my feet but that just gave him a chance to grab my ankles and hold them tightly.
“Are you this feisty with Zac?”
“I’m not with him!” The slap shocked me, but it was nothing when he pushed my legs back, way farther that Zac ever had and that position hurt a lot more. I felt tears running into my ears because of the pain.
“Fuck, so good.”
He moved his hand and I found it around my throat, cutting off oxygen.
“So, fucking good.” He mumbled.
I couldn’t breathe and felt myself slipping before he apparently climaxed and let my neck go.
“Zac chose very well.”
I was gasping for air as he let my legs down and rolled me over to my stomach.
“You still have thirty minutes before the alarm goes off.” He said.
He got up off the bed I was facing away from the bathroom but I saw the bathroom light come on and turned. I just stared at the man standing in my bathroom. He was Zac’s best friend; he was Kate’s current lover, Gary. I had never seen him in person, just pictures. He turned the light off and sat down beside me.
“You look confused.”
I was fighting the pain and embarrassment. “You won’t get away with this.”
He laughed. “Oh you are confused.”
He lay down and just ran his fingertips over my shoulders.
“I’ll let you go when your alarm goes off; you’ll get up and do what you normally do. You will go to the studio and act like everything is ok. You’ll get off and you’ll come home.” He said.
“Fuck you.”
He dug his fingernails into my arm.
“I am not Zachary, Emily. I really do not care if I hurt you. You think about that and I’ll fix breakfast.”
He then got up and walked out. When the alarm went off he came in and turned it off, undid the handcuffs.
“Go get ready.”
He then walked out with my phone. I got up and walked to the bathroom, unsteady and in pain. I took a hot shower and when I looked in the mirror I saw marks across my neck and face, I found a turtle neck shirt, hid the bruises on my neck and then used a thick layer of make up to hide the one on my face, my wrist had slight bruising, hidden under the long sleeves. I walked to the front and he had indeed fixed breakfast, he was still naked though. He sat the plate down and I sat down. He had my phone with him still and the house phones were nowhere to be seen.
“Eat, you don’t have all morning.” I was actually afraid, so I started eating the dry pancakes.
“Kate is very sure you and Zac were actually together, actually fucking you and that totally pissed her off. But, she cannot find any evidence and neither can the PI.”
I laid the fork down on the plate.
“We were not together in any way, romantically or sexually.”
“How sweet you keep trying to protect him.”
I pushed the plate away. “I’m not going to say we were when we were not.”
“Well, I am sure the longer I am here the more willing you’ll be to talk.”
“There is nothing to say.”
He got up and got the plates, took them to the kitchen. I sat there. He came back and put a hand on the table in front of me and one behind me. He leaned down really close and I felt the shaking.
“I applied a device to your phone, a program; it will ghost it for me. Meaning that everything you do on your phone, I will see it. Every single text message, every call, every Facebook message, every web site you visit, everything you do will come to me. The cops will believe you had sex, but they won’t believe you were raped Emily. You cannot tell Zachary, because that will compromise the divorce, Craig is out of town and none of your friends will come. You really are stuck with me. So, you are going to go to work, act normal, and then come home. You have been getting home at 5:30 for the last month, I expect you here no later than 5:40.”
“If I don’t?”
He was quick, got a handful of hair and guided me over the table quickly, I was sure it was his hand he hit me with, but even through pants it hurt.
“If you don’t, you’ll get punished for it.”
He held my hair tightly. “What time do you get home?”
“5:30.”
“What are you going to do what you get off?”
I wanted to say leave town. “Come home.”
He let my hair go and moved away. “You’re going to be late, go.”
I got up and got my purse and keys. He handed me my phone.
“Everything you do Emily.”
He sent a message to Taylor telling him I was running a bit late, another phone in his hand displayed my number and the message, another message saying OK displayed Taylor’s name and message.
“It does not matter what you do. I will see it.”
He walked me to the door and even closed it behind me. I slowly walked to the car and drive in, I was late. When Taylor asked I told him the alarm was set wrong. Several times I started to walk to Zac’s office and tell him what happen but he would over react and Kate would have her proof. I could tell Taylor or Isaac, but really could I prove any of it? The cameras in my apartment were turned off. I avoided them as much as possible and come five, I stayed over. It was 6:10 when I parked in the garage. I walked to the apartment door, no lights were on and I was sure he just wanted to scare me and he was gone already. I carefully opened the door and went inside, it was quiet. I eased the door shut and laid my forehead against it, relief surged through me.
I paused there but then I felt warm air on my neck and when I pulled my head away from the door there were hands on either side of me, but they were not my own hands. They were not Gary’s either, he hadn’t worn any rings and the one I was seeing was familiar to me.
“You are late Emily.” He said.
I swallowed hard but did not turn around. “I stayed late to make up for being late.”
The right hand moved and brushed across my neck, I felt him close, could hear him breathe in deeply.
“I have always liked the way you smelled, always a sugar cookie scent to me. Sweet. It was too bad you never let me get this close to you when I came back.”
God I was shaking so badly and I had no words, no idea what to say to him. I felt his hand move across my shoulders. “Are you not speaking to me Emily Isabella?”
“I don’t…I…um…”I stammered on words.
“You don’t understand why I am here, how I am inside your apartment?”
He turned me around and what I tried to deny was standing there, Adam was standing in my home. Somehow, seeing him standing there made having Gary here earlier seem pleasant.
“How…why…” I stammered
He closed the very tiny space between us, pressed me against the door and his body. I had never been that close to him, the sandalwood scent filled my head. Adam did remind me a little bit of Zac, he was the same height and had the same build but Adam had less softness to him, time in jail lifting weights had given his body defined areas and a tight six pack. Despite the fact he was dressed I could feel the erection against me and could feel his chest pressed tightly to mine.
“Gary let me inside right after you left this morning; I assume you didn’t much enjoy him waking you up.”
I didn’t say anything at all, just kept my mouth closed. His hair was clipped shorter than it was in September, it had length but more like Taylor’s hair cut actually. His eyes were blue I remembered that, but right now they seemed very dark but I could feel them on me. If Gary had let him in, then it was obvious he knew him somehow.
“I’ll take your silence as you didn’t. So, I know he explained the rules to you then, why were you late?”
“I told you, I stayed later to make up for being late this morning.”
He smiled slightly; his hand moved some of my hair from my face and before I could react he’d moved it around to the back and grabbed a handful, twisting it painfully and pulled me away from the door and into the room a bit more.
“On your knees.” He growled.
I had no choice; he was pushing down on my hair, so I did what he said.
“Hands behind you.”
I let go of his hand and moved them behind me, I felt handcuffs again and he snapped them around each wrist one at a time.
“Please…you can call Taylor and ask. He had to approve it!”
He yanked my head back hard. “Do not talk.”
He let go of my hair long enough to roughly push my pants down to my knees, I could feel the shaking because Craig’s mother had given me some details of what he had done to go to jail, but not many. As soon as he had the pants down his hand was back in my hair, pushing me forward onto the floor. The carpet felt soft against my face, but when he shoved himself into me I cried out in pain and shock.
“That’s it, I like noises.”
Adam was far rougher than Zac or Gary had been, but knowing he liked noises I tried not to make any at all. In a haze I happen to looked up where the camera’s were and saw the little red light, it was disguised as a smoke detector for the red light meant the cameras were recording. I didn’t analyze much as he yanked my hair hard and I cried out for that. Size wise he was closer to Gary than Zac, which was good for me because had he been anywhere near Zac, I wouldn’t have been able to not make sounds.
Unlike Gary, there was no condom used and when he was done he left me right in the floor, I couldn’t get up or move much because of the handcuffs and where my pants still were. I watched him walk out of the room to the bedroom, coming back several minutes later, he’d apparently cleaned himself up.
“I must say, you weren’t as noisy as I wanted but I am sure I can fix that. But, you were worth waiting for; it will be nice when I can do that every day all year. It won’t be long really, your father was afraid to push you too much, I am not.”
He then went to the kitchen where he fixed dinner, once he had dinner ready and the plates fixed and at the table he came to me. I really wanted to back away but I couldn’t. He fixed my clothes and pulled me up; he didn’t undo the handcuffs until I was sitting at the table with a plate in front of me. He laid his hands on my shoulder.
“Gary said you did not finish breakfast, you will finish dinner.”
He put a spoon down beside the plate and then moved around and sat down. I shifted a few times, I’d been hurting all day and his assault had not helped. Despite the pain and the nausea I ate everything he put on the plate. When we were both finished eating he directed me to clean up the kitchen so I gathered the dishes, I immediately noticed that my knives, forks, and other sharp objects were not in the kitchen. I had no idea where they were either.
“Why did you run?” He asked.
I glanced at him confused. “What do you mean?”
“Eight years ago Emily, you ran to Craig and his mommy. Why?”
I put the plate in the drainer. “I was 16; I didn’t want to get married. I wasn’t ready.”
“Well that was the problem Emily; no one was giving you the choice. It was pre-arranged and fixed. The terms were met already, you
ran away.”
I looked at him. “The terms were met? What terms? No one gave me any terms to meet.”
He smiled at me. “Of course your father didn’t tell you the terms; they were none of your business. You were what I wanted in exchange for what he wanted.”
I put the last plate in the drainer and drained the sink. What was worth trading me for? What was so important or needed that he would give me to this man?
“What did he want?” I asked.
“He wanted a wife, someone who was as compliant as your mother. Obedient and followed the rules. Let’s face it Emily, he never wanted a daughter for a reason. Your father is not like me.”
“Of course not, he’s not a rapist like you.”
I saw the anger flash in his eyes for a moment. “I see not even your brothers have the heart to tell you the truth. It’s a shame really.”
“What are you talking about Adam?”
He got up and walked to me, backed me into the corner. “Of course he’s not like me, he’s much worse Emily. You see he never wanted girls because he preferred young ones. The only think stopping him from ever touching you was your brothers. You see they barely tolerated when he hit you, when you cried but if he ever truly hurt you. They would have killed him. Are you done?”
My father was not a pedophile and he’d never so much as looked at me in that way, Adam was lying playing me.
“Yes.”
He turned the lights off and guided me to my bedroom, I immediately noticed that the sheets had been changed, the bed set Zac had purchased was now on the bed. I could tell he had been through everything in my room.
“Everything off.” He said.
I looked at him confused.
“NOW!” he barked.
My hands shook as I removed clothing, I couldn’t get the stupid button on my pants to undo so I just shoved them down like he had. He walked to me and guided me to the bed; he put my knees against the bed and then bent me over.
“You will count.”
I nodded, afraid to do anything beyond that. It was his hand he used, but after ten the pain was getting worse. At fifteen my knees felt weak and I could barely say the words. Twenty was just a whisper until he made me say it again.
“Do not be late again. You will do what I say and when.”
I only nodded, looked at the wet spots on the comforter; his hand was still on my back. What he was doing was looking and I mentally and braced myself because I knew he would be doing it again. Sure enough, I felt him pushing into me again.
“God, you feel so tight still.”
I cried. I could feel his fingernails digging into my hips and the pops to either side of my leg. He grabbed my hair again and pulled back hard, causing me to cry out. His pace was fast and furious and given he never used lube it hurt. He talked quite a bit during the sex itself, kept saying how I felt. I’d heard Zac tell me many times. I was rather glad when he finally pulled out and stopped. I stayed there though, fresh waves of pain sweeping through me.
“Go get cleaned up.”
I did not hesitate, despite the pain. I quickly went and cleaned up and then went to bed as he told me. I laid there for a long time just staring off into the dark room, wondering if there was any way to reach anyone. My eyes traveled to the corner of the room where the red light was on. They had not been on that morning, so something had turned them on but what? Adam was snoring lightly behind me and I was mentally running through my list of contacts on who would believe me and help me. But really, there wasn’t many and I couldn’t compromise Zac’s divorce. Likewise, I knew Adam was fully capable of killing someone. He already had once; nothing would stop him when it came to me.
February 5, 2008
I was woken up when he pushed into me from behind, I woke up startled, confused, and in pain. It took several minutes to really get woke up and realize what was happening. He twisted the right nipple very hard and I cried out in pain each time.
“So fucking good!” He growled
I felt his hands in my hair right before he pulled my head back painfully, felt his teeth sink into my shoulder. I was glad when he pulled out but all he did was pull me onto my back.
“You should try to enjoy it Emily, it’s all you’ll be getting for a long time.”
I tried pushing him away but he was stronger and after pinning both hands he just kept on, only he could see how badly it hurt, even if I made no sounds. When he was finally done, he got my jaw and focused my attention on him.
“You really should enjoy it; he will not want you when I am done.”
He got up and went to the bathroom and I curled up into a tight ball on the bed and waited for the alarm. Once the alarm went off I got up, showered, and got ready for work. I ate what he fixed and he warned me not to do anything stupid and sent me to work. Again, I avoided the boys and especially Zac, my sitting easily and moving easily would make him question it, thankfully they stayed in the studio most of the day. I made sure to be home on time, because I knew Adam would be there. Before he fixed dinner he only wanted a blowjob, he secured my hands first and I would have bitten him but I was aware he’d probably really hurt me for that. Considering he had no issue shoving my head onto him, causing me to choke and gag, I was sure hitting me would be no issue. He gave me no choice but to swallow. He then fixed dinner as if nothing occurred; there was no spanking that night. Instead he wanted sex again; he got some noises only because he really pinched hard.
Wednesday was the same routine; I was woken up rudely, a blowjob before dinner, sex afterwards this time in the kitchen.
February 7, 2008; Thursday
Again, I was woken up to sex and by now I was use to it but it made the pain no less, even worse actually. There were several bite marks covering my shoulders and neck, even the upper part of my back. Adam always said how tight I felt, how good it was, and all I could do was wish it was over. Once he was fixing breakfast I showered and got ready, making sure the marks were covered, ate what he fixed, and went to work.
He had been telling me more about how he knew my father; how he knew he liked very young girls. I was still denying it in my head because there was no way, no possible way my father was that way. He beat his kids, he hurt us all mentally and physically but he was not a pedophile. He was not some sick person who saw me as a sex object and beat me harder because of it.
I avoided the boys the best I could, but at 2:30 I risked asking Isaac if I could leave early. Craig was coming back in town and he’d ask me for coffee. There was no possible way Adam could know because Craig had called my work line and I had only told Isaac I wasn’t feeling well in a text. I got home five minutes early, made sure to be there on time. I wanted to avoid spankings, because Adam hit hard and I did not want that.
I came in and before I could even close the door well he had me shoved against it, slamming the last few inches left. I felt scratches when he yanked my pants down, was slightly pulled back before he was already shoving in. It happened so fast.
“Fuck!” I yelped.
Pain shot through me and he dug his fingers into my hips and held them.
“You think I wouldn’t know?” he growled.
“A..ab..about what?” I stammered. He was just holding where he was, all the way inside.
“You sent Isaac a text, said you didn’t feel good. He told you to come to his office.”
“I..I didn’t.”
He pulled out some, leaving just the tip inside.
“And?”
“I went to his office but he asked me to stay.”
He rammed himself in, fast and hard.
“Aww!” I yelped.
“You. Lied.”
“NO! He made me stay!”
He repeated the same action, pulled almost out and shoved up. I had been find dealing with it but I was hurting.
“Please…stop…” I whined.
“Tell me.” A hard pop landed on my right butt cheek.
“Ok! Ok! I left at three.”
He yanked my head back by my hair. “Where did you go?” He growled.
“I went…I Uh…Aww, please stop.”
“Where. Did. You. Go. Emily?” His voice was deeper, growling into my ear.
“I met Craig at the coffee shop just down from the studio.”
He pulled out, forced me down onto my knees in the floor and yanked my hands behind me. The handcuffs snapped around my wrist very tightly.
“What did you talk about?”
“I didn’t tell him anything!”
“Considering he is not here, I figured that much.”
I could feel him and again he rammed in. “Tell me.”
“Art, politics, and work that is all Adam, I swear.”
I felt the tears streaming down my face, could hear the desperation in my voice. He pulled out and I prayed he was done, maybe he would just stop. But the next time I felt him against me, felt the tip against me was the anal opening and he gave me no protest time before he shoved in all the way. I screamed as the pain ripped through my body.
“Oh fuck! That is so tight. I guess Zac never fucked your ass before.”
“Please, stop…” I whined.
“Oh no Emily, you were very bad. I wanted to be your first, I was promised your virginity by your father. I have wanted to fuck your ass all week to make up for you just giving it to that cheating bastard.”
I begged him, pleaded even, screamed the first few times he rammed into me, and eventually just cried.
“That’s it, scream for me.”
He just kept on and on.
“Fuck! Please, stop!” I begged.
He pulled out but he just yanked my knees out from under me putting me flat on the floor and then straddled me.
“Oh yeah, you deserve this. Letting him fuck you knowing you were mine.”
He shoved back into my ass and I screamed again. He pulled my head back using my hair and that is how he kept me until he was done. I was shaking uncontrollably when he let my hair go, my vision was cloudy and I just laid my head down on the floor. He was still sitting on my thighs when I passed out.
I slowly came to later on, I was still lying in the floor but the TV was playing some movie. The light was shining in my eyes. My hands were still behind me, the handcuffs were just as tight. The pain was still present as well. I slowly moved my head, the room was dark but the kitchen light was on casting some light into the living room. Adam was sitting on the sofa watching the movie in plain grey boxers. I blinked a few times, to clear the fuzzy feeling. But then my eyes fell to what was laying in his lap, there was a drumstick lying across his thighs, one that I had used on Zac. He was gently tapping his leg with it. Had he been waiting on me? I swallowed hard and remained still, the movie credits began playing about fifteen minutes after I came too and I saw his ice blue eyes shift from the TV to me.
“Get up.”
How the hell was I suppose to do that? I tried though, but couldn’t. I saw him get up, felt his hand grab the links between my wrists and pull up. MY shoulders and arms cried out in pain, once I was on my knees I felt worse. He used my hair to guide me to the coffee table where he bent me over it. He laid my head down on the cool wooden top.
“Count.” He growled.
The first time the drum stick made contact with my skin it sent a shock wave of pain through me and it took several moments to process the number and be able to say it.
“One…”
It sounded scratchy and not loud, and I did ok through ten. It hurt but it wasn’t much worse than the first time he’d hit me. However he kept on after ten, kept on after twenty and by then the numbers were strangled and barely auditable, I lost count at 33, but he didn’t seem to care. I guessed that he stopped around 40, I was seeing spots and even though I did feel him re-enter my ass, it blended with the stinging pain covering my entire ass and even a few on my thighs. Each time he pushed into me, hitting against the raw skin it sent a shock wave of pain up my spine, I felt dizzy and laid my head down.
“Don’t you dare” He snarled. He yanked my head up by my hair and at brought the drumstick down hard against my right thigh. He
leaned down and bit my shoulder.
“Were you with Zac?”
Things were hazy at the moments, but protecting him was more important. I was already hurting there was nothing else he could do.
“No…”
The drumstick landed on the exact same spot on my right thigh, another yank of my hair and I whimpered loudly.
“You can save yourself the pain Emily, just admit to it.”
“Never…was…with him…” I was fading again.
The drumstick landed on the left side, bringing me back to reality some. He didn’t ask me again, kept on and if he thought I was fading he would hit me again. When he was finished he left me lying right there, he cut the lights off and went into the bedroom. The drumstick was lying in front of me, had I really hurt Zac this badly? Sure, Adam was a man and he probably did hit harder than me, but still. The drumstick was blurry through the tear and I finally moved off the table, laid down in the floor and tried to get the waves of pain to stop. The digital clock on the cable box said it was after 3 before I closed my eyes, the pain subsiding enough just to sleep some.
February 8, 2008; Friday
He woke me up when he yanked me up, putting me back over the coffee table for his morning rough sex and another ten hits with the drumstick for laying down. Fresh waves of pain swept through me, and I prayed he would keep me home. But, when he was done he undid the handcuffs and told me to shower and get ready for work. I could barely walk to the bathroom, but the hot running water washed away the blood on my legs. Zac and I had discussed it but knew preparation was needed, when I was dry I choose dark pants just in case another turtleneck to cover fresh bruises and then I went to the kitchen and carefully sat down. He sat the plate in front of me and the spoon shook in my hand. He handed me the phone and my purse and walked me to the door. He held the door shut a moment though, put his arms around me.
“Be on time and do not leave the studio for anything. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Have a good day baby.” He kissed me on the cheek and let me out of the apartment.
I shook violently going to work, wondered how I would keep them from noticing, I was relieved to find a note on my desk from Taylor saying they were taking a day because their wives were sick, Zac was opting to stay and help with Ezra. I was fine they wouldn’t be there but it did not stop Samantha from asking. I told her I didn’t fell well and didn’t sleep well, which was true. I felt useless most of the day, but finished and was at the apartment a few minutes early. I closed the door behind but I knew something was wrong the moment I turned around. Gary was sitting on the sofa enjoying a beer but I did not see Adam, he came in about thirty minutes after I did. Holding the spoon still took a lot of will power, because sitting between them both was scaring me pretty badly. Neither of them had said a word since I got home, Gary finished eating first and then he looked at me.
“Were you with Zac in any way over the last year?”
“No.”
“Have you seen him naked for any reason during the last year?”
“No. I have not had a reason too, he is not my husband.”
“If you did not have sex with Zac, who did you have sex with?” Adam asked.
I had no idea what to even say, but it wouldn’t matter he was going to be bad. “I didn’t get his name; it was a guy from town. We had drinks and I went home with him. I was tired of being the only one that didn’t know.”
Both laughed but when they were done their attention turned to me. It turns out; I had every right to be afraid. They were determined that I was going to tell them I was with Zac, no matter what it took and since I was off until Monday, they had two full days to do that. Most of the weekend for me was spent handcuffed in the floor in front of the TV. Taking turns most of Friday night and Saturday it was when they got really irritated at their inability to get me to say I was having sex with Zac that they tried a 3-some. It was fresh pain for me for that and more when they did a double penetration vaginally, I had never wanted to try that and didn’t think it was possible. What kept me going, what kept me from saying a damn word and just letting them was knowing Zac loved me, knowing that those cameras were on and one day they would stop and I would be able to tell someone. Sometime Sunday though Adam mentioned a court house and a license, I couldn’t do that.
Segment 39B – Please, don’t summary.
POV: third person narrative
Word Count: 303
Warning: PG 17; no graphic details but does pertain to rape.
**Authors Note**
The following is a condensed, non-graphic explanation of what occurs between February 4 and February 10, 2008. This is posted because the next couple of segments will deal with the events that occurred and this is just to give you, the reader, and a brief idea of WHAT happened in the event that you do not wish to read the graphic version.
Emily is awoken Monday morning by Gary who has used a key given to Zac to gain access to her apartment. After assaulting her in her bedroom he fixes breakfast and tells Emily that he has placed a ghosting device on her cell phone which will let him know about every call, message, website, or other social media aspect she should check on during the day. He then sends her to work.
Upon arriving home she finds Adam Campbell there, the man that her father tried to marry her to at 16. During the week and until Friday Adam assaults her multiple times both vaginally and anally, he also hits her with his hand as a punishment for being late. On the Thursday he finds and uses the drumstick she has from Zac’s birthday spanking earlier, he uses the drumstick on her in the same fashion, but much harder and exceeds 40 times.
Over the weekend, both Gary and Adam are present and both assault her on individual and group terms. The reason they are here is because Kate needs proof that Zac and Emily were having an affair, she cannot find any and believes that Emily would tell them on a recording if she was pushed enough. Gary’s sole reason is this, however Adams is because he is mad that Emily did not let him be her first and that she ran away instead of being his wife.
Adam also tells Emily the reason for the arrangement, saying her father wanted a wife that was obedient and followed the rules and that he has an attraction to little girls (pedophile) although Emily does not believe her father is capable or is like that choosing to believe Adam is just playing her. During Sunday afternoon Adam also mentions going to the court house for a marriage license during the coming week.
In a nut-shell, that is what happened and without major detail.
Segment 39a will be the graphic segment. It does contain scenes similiar to previous sex scenes with some differences obviously as this is not something that is consentual.
Segment 39b is a non-graphic segment containing just the bare minerals of 39a, because those events lead to segment 40 and beyond it is important to have a brief idea of what happened and who did what. Therefore, I summarized 39a for those wishing to avoid the graphic scenes or those not able to read or those who just don't feel comfortable with such scenes.
Segment 39A – Please…don’t…
POV: Emily
Word Count: 5973
Warnings: Adult Content, non-consensual sex (rape), violence.
Author's note: This is longer that previous segments, but I did not want two segments so I combined both and made it just longer.
February 4, 2008; Monday
I was asleep but I woke up to soft kisses on my neck and the first thought was that Zac was there. I could feel a body against my back and a firm erection against my ass. It took a moment to realize their divorce was not final and he would not be here because that would risk too much. I opened my eyes thinking maybe it was a dream but there was defiantly someone in the bed with me. I started to get up but the man was quick, his leg was suddenly over mine, one arm pinned my left arm to my side and a hand was over my mouth. I tried to wiggle my way out but could not move at all.
“Stop moving.” He growled.
My phone was supposed to be beside the bed along with the house phone, but as I frantically looked I found them both lying across the room on my dresser. This person had been in the room longer than a few moments. It was sinking in that a strange man was lying in my bed, up against me and I couldn’t move. I felt him nuzzle my neck again.
“Vanilla, I was never a fan of vanilla.”
I felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes.
“I am moving my hand, but if you scream, you will not like the consequences.”
He slowly moved his hand away from my mouth, almost like he wanted me to do something but I did not scream.
“How did you get inside?”
He chuckled against my neck. “That’s simple Emily; I used the key that you gave Zac.”
He raised my hand above me, gripped my left risk with his right and held it tightly.
“I want you to rise up and move your right arm behind you.” He said.
I carefully did what he said, he pulled it up some and then moved my other arm behind me, I felt handcuffs snap around each wrist, metal ones not like my safety ones.
“What do you want?”
I was trying to remain calm but the shaking was interfering with that and it got worse when I felt his hand snake underneath my shirt, it was uncontrolled now. He stopped before he reached my breasts though, changed directions.
“Pl…pl…please, what…what do you want from me?”
He was very quick, he didn’t bother to even remove my sleep pants or underwear all the way, just shoved them down far enough and then he was inside me all the way, I cried out in pain and shock despite the fact that he was not near as big as Zac was.
“Fuck! Now I know why he chose you.” He growled
I tried to move and I couldn’t, my arms were pinned between us and cuffed, I tried to pretend it was Zac there, but he would never be this rough without a warm up first. Tears soaked into the pillow under my head. I could tell he had a condom on, the latex felt different and made the pain more real. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and yanked back hard, I yelped in response.
“You feel so tight; it’s hard to believe you’ve been fucking Zac for months now.”
Who the hell was this guy? He stayed that way for a little bit, I watched the clock as the minute’s ticket by. I thought he was done when he pulled out and relief surged through me. He let my hair go but grabbed my arm and rolled me onto my back; it was an awkward position my hands and shoulders hurt. It took me a moment to realize what he was doing and I tried to push him away with my feet but that just gave him a chance to grab my ankles and hold them tightly.
“Are you this feisty with Zac?”
“I’m not with him!” The slap shocked me, but it was nothing when he pushed my legs back, way farther that Zac ever had and that position hurt a lot more. I felt tears running into my ears because of the pain.
“Fuck, so good.”
He moved his hand and I found it around my throat, cutting off oxygen.
“So, fucking good.” He mumbled.
I couldn’t breathe and felt myself slipping before he apparently climaxed and let my neck go.
“Zac chose very well.”
I was gasping for air as he let my legs down and rolled me over to my stomach.
“You still have thirty minutes before the alarm goes off.” He said.
He got up off the bed I was facing away from the bathroom but I saw the bathroom light come on and turned. I just stared at the man standing in my bathroom. He was Zac’s best friend; he was Kate’s current lover, Gary. I had never seen him in person, just pictures. He turned the light off and sat down beside me.
“You look confused.”
I was fighting the pain and embarrassment. “You won’t get away with this.”
He laughed. “Oh you are confused.”
He lay down and just ran his fingertips over my shoulders.
“I’ll let you go when your alarm goes off; you’ll get up and do what you normally do. You will go to the studio and act like everything is ok. You’ll get off and you’ll come home.” He said.
“Fuck you.”
He dug his fingernails into my arm.
“I am not Zachary, Emily. I really do not care if I hurt you. You think about that and I’ll fix breakfast.”
He then got up and walked out. When the alarm went off he came in and turned it off, undid the handcuffs.
“Go get ready.”
He then walked out with my phone. I got up and walked to the bathroom, unsteady and in pain. I took a hot shower and when I looked in the mirror I saw marks across my neck and face, I found a turtle neck shirt, hid the bruises on my neck and then used a thick layer of make up to hide the one on my face, my wrist had slight bruising, hidden under the long sleeves. I walked to the front and he had indeed fixed breakfast, he was still naked though. He sat the plate down and I sat down. He had my phone with him still and the house phones were nowhere to be seen.
“Eat, you don’t have all morning.” I was actually afraid, so I started eating the dry pancakes.
“Kate is very sure you and Zac were actually together, actually fucking you and that totally pissed her off. But, she cannot find any evidence and neither can the PI.”
I laid the fork down on the plate.
“We were not together in any way, romantically or sexually.”
“How sweet you keep trying to protect him.”
I pushed the plate away. “I’m not going to say we were when we were not.”
“Well, I am sure the longer I am here the more willing you’ll be to talk.”
“There is nothing to say.”
He got up and got the plates, took them to the kitchen. I sat there. He came back and put a hand on the table in front of me and one behind me. He leaned down really close and I felt the shaking.
“I applied a device to your phone, a program; it will ghost it for me. Meaning that everything you do on your phone, I will see it. Every single text message, every call, every Facebook message, every web site you visit, everything you do will come to me. The cops will believe you had sex, but they won’t believe you were raped Emily. You cannot tell Zachary, because that will compromise the divorce, Craig is out of town and none of your friends will come. You really are stuck with me. So, you are going to go to work, act normal, and then come home. You have been getting home at 5:30 for the last month, I expect you here no later than 5:40.”
“If I don’t?”
He was quick, got a handful of hair and guided me over the table quickly, I was sure it was his hand he hit me with, but even through pants it hurt.
“If you don’t, you’ll get punished for it.”
He held my hair tightly. “What time do you get home?”
“5:30.”
“What are you going to do what you get off?”
I wanted to say leave town. “Come home.”
He let my hair go and moved away. “You’re going to be late, go.”
I got up and got my purse and keys. He handed me my phone.
“Everything you do Emily.”
He sent a message to Taylor telling him I was running a bit late, another phone in his hand displayed my number and the message, another message saying OK displayed Taylor’s name and message.
“It does not matter what you do. I will see it.”
He walked me to the door and even closed it behind me. I slowly walked to the car and drive in, I was late. When Taylor asked I told him the alarm was set wrong. Several times I started to walk to Zac’s office and tell him what happen but he would over react and Kate would have her proof. I could tell Taylor or Isaac, but really could I prove any of it? The cameras in my apartment were turned off. I avoided them as much as possible and come five, I stayed over. It was 6:10 when I parked in the garage. I walked to the apartment door, no lights were on and I was sure he just wanted to scare me and he was gone already. I carefully opened the door and went inside, it was quiet. I eased the door shut and laid my forehead against it, relief surged through me.
I paused there but then I felt warm air on my neck and when I pulled my head away from the door there were hands on either side of me, but they were not my own hands. They were not Gary’s either, he hadn’t worn any rings and the one I was seeing was familiar to me.
“You are late Emily.” He said.
I swallowed hard but did not turn around. “I stayed late to make up for being late.”
The right hand moved and brushed across my neck, I felt him close, could hear him breathe in deeply.
“I have always liked the way you smelled, always a sugar cookie scent to me. Sweet. It was too bad you never let me get this close to you when I came back.”
God I was shaking so badly and I had no words, no idea what to say to him. I felt his hand move across my shoulders. “Are you not speaking to me Emily Isabella?”
“I don’t…I…um…”I stammered on words.
“You don’t understand why I am here, how I am inside your apartment?”
He turned me around and what I tried to deny was standing there, Adam was standing in my home. Somehow, seeing him standing there made having Gary here earlier seem pleasant.
“How…why…” I stammered
He closed the very tiny space between us, pressed me against the door and his body. I had never been that close to him, the sandalwood scent filled my head. Adam did remind me a little bit of Zac, he was the same height and had the same build but Adam had less softness to him, time in jail lifting weights had given his body defined areas and a tight six pack. Despite the fact he was dressed I could feel the erection against me and could feel his chest pressed tightly to mine.
“Gary let me inside right after you left this morning; I assume you didn’t much enjoy him waking you up.”
I didn’t say anything at all, just kept my mouth closed. His hair was clipped shorter than it was in September, it had length but more like Taylor’s hair cut actually. His eyes were blue I remembered that, but right now they seemed very dark but I could feel them on me. If Gary had let him in, then it was obvious he knew him somehow.
“I’ll take your silence as you didn’t. So, I know he explained the rules to you then, why were you late?”
“I told you, I stayed later to make up for being late this morning.”
He smiled slightly; his hand moved some of my hair from my face and before I could react he’d moved it around to the back and grabbed a handful, twisting it painfully and pulled me away from the door and into the room a bit more.
“On your knees.” He growled.
I had no choice; he was pushing down on my hair, so I did what he said.
“Hands behind you.”
I let go of his hand and moved them behind me, I felt handcuffs again and he snapped them around each wrist one at a time.
“Please…you can call Taylor and ask. He had to approve it!”
He yanked my head back hard. “Do not talk.”
He let go of my hair long enough to roughly push my pants down to my knees, I could feel the shaking because Craig’s mother had given me some details of what he had done to go to jail, but not many. As soon as he had the pants down his hand was back in my hair, pushing me forward onto the floor. The carpet felt soft against my face, but when he shoved himself into me I cried out in pain and shock.
“That’s it, I like noises.”
Adam was far rougher than Zac or Gary had been, but knowing he liked noises I tried not to make any at all. In a haze I happen to looked up where the camera’s were and saw the little red light, it was disguised as a smoke detector for the red light meant the cameras were recording. I didn’t analyze much as he yanked my hair hard and I cried out for that. Size wise he was closer to Gary than Zac, which was good for me because had he been anywhere near Zac, I wouldn’t have been able to not make sounds.
Unlike Gary, there was no condom used and when he was done he left me right in the floor, I couldn’t get up or move much because of the handcuffs and where my pants still were. I watched him walk out of the room to the bedroom, coming back several minutes later, he’d apparently cleaned himself up.
“I must say, you weren’t as noisy as I wanted but I am sure I can fix that. But, you were worth waiting for; it will be nice when I can do that every day all year. It won’t be long really, your father was afraid to push you too much, I am not.”
He then went to the kitchen where he fixed dinner, once he had dinner ready and the plates fixed and at the table he came to me. I really wanted to back away but I couldn’t. He fixed my clothes and pulled me up; he didn’t undo the handcuffs until I was sitting at the table with a plate in front of me. He laid his hands on my shoulder.
“Gary said you did not finish breakfast, you will finish dinner.”
He put a spoon down beside the plate and then moved around and sat down. I shifted a few times, I’d been hurting all day and his assault had not helped. Despite the pain and the nausea I ate everything he put on the plate. When we were both finished eating he directed me to clean up the kitchen so I gathered the dishes, I immediately noticed that my knives, forks, and other sharp objects were not in the kitchen. I had no idea where they were either.
“Why did you run?” He asked.
I glanced at him confused. “What do you mean?”
“Eight years ago Emily, you ran to Craig and his mommy. Why?”
I put the plate in the drainer. “I was 16; I didn’t want to get married. I wasn’t ready.”
“Well that was the problem Emily; no one was giving you the choice. It was pre-arranged and fixed. The terms were met already, you
ran away.”
I looked at him. “The terms were met? What terms? No one gave me any terms to meet.”
He smiled at me. “Of course your father didn’t tell you the terms; they were none of your business. You were what I wanted in exchange for what he wanted.”
I put the last plate in the drainer and drained the sink. What was worth trading me for? What was so important or needed that he would give me to this man?
“What did he want?” I asked.
“He wanted a wife, someone who was as compliant as your mother. Obedient and followed the rules. Let’s face it Emily, he never wanted a daughter for a reason. Your father is not like me.”
“Of course not, he’s not a rapist like you.”
I saw the anger flash in his eyes for a moment. “I see not even your brothers have the heart to tell you the truth. It’s a shame really.”
“What are you talking about Adam?”
He got up and walked to me, backed me into the corner. “Of course he’s not like me, he’s much worse Emily. You see he never wanted girls because he preferred young ones. The only think stopping him from ever touching you was your brothers. You see they barely tolerated when he hit you, when you cried but if he ever truly hurt you. They would have killed him. Are you done?”
My father was not a pedophile and he’d never so much as looked at me in that way, Adam was lying playing me.
“Yes.”
He turned the lights off and guided me to my bedroom, I immediately noticed that the sheets had been changed, the bed set Zac had purchased was now on the bed. I could tell he had been through everything in my room.
“Everything off.” He said.
I looked at him confused.
“NOW!” he barked.
My hands shook as I removed clothing, I couldn’t get the stupid button on my pants to undo so I just shoved them down like he had. He walked to me and guided me to the bed; he put my knees against the bed and then bent me over.
“You will count.”
I nodded, afraid to do anything beyond that. It was his hand he used, but after ten the pain was getting worse. At fifteen my knees felt weak and I could barely say the words. Twenty was just a whisper until he made me say it again.
“Do not be late again. You will do what I say and when.”
I only nodded, looked at the wet spots on the comforter; his hand was still on my back. What he was doing was looking and I mentally and braced myself because I knew he would be doing it again. Sure enough, I felt him pushing into me again.
“God, you feel so tight still.”
I cried. I could feel his fingernails digging into my hips and the pops to either side of my leg. He grabbed my hair again and pulled back hard, causing me to cry out. His pace was fast and furious and given he never used lube it hurt. He talked quite a bit during the sex itself, kept saying how I felt. I’d heard Zac tell me many times. I was rather glad when he finally pulled out and stopped. I stayed there though, fresh waves of pain sweeping through me.
“Go get cleaned up.”
I did not hesitate, despite the pain. I quickly went and cleaned up and then went to bed as he told me. I laid there for a long time just staring off into the dark room, wondering if there was any way to reach anyone. My eyes traveled to the corner of the room where the red light was on. They had not been on that morning, so something had turned them on but what? Adam was snoring lightly behind me and I was mentally running through my list of contacts on who would believe me and help me. But really, there wasn’t many and I couldn’t compromise Zac’s divorce. Likewise, I knew Adam was fully capable of killing someone. He already had once; nothing would stop him when it came to me.
February 5, 2008
I was woken up when he pushed into me from behind, I woke up startled, confused, and in pain. It took several minutes to really get woke up and realize what was happening. He twisted the right nipple very hard and I cried out in pain each time.
“So fucking good!” He growled
I felt his hands in my hair right before he pulled my head back painfully, felt his teeth sink into my shoulder. I was glad when he pulled out but all he did was pull me onto my back.
“You should try to enjoy it Emily, it’s all you’ll be getting for a long time.”
I tried pushing him away but he was stronger and after pinning both hands he just kept on, only he could see how badly it hurt, even if I made no sounds. When he was finally done, he got my jaw and focused my attention on him.
“You really should enjoy it; he will not want you when I am done.”
He got up and went to the bathroom and I curled up into a tight ball on the bed and waited for the alarm. Once the alarm went off I got up, showered, and got ready for work. I ate what he fixed and he warned me not to do anything stupid and sent me to work. Again, I avoided the boys and especially Zac, my sitting easily and moving easily would make him question it, thankfully they stayed in the studio most of the day. I made sure to be home on time, because I knew Adam would be there. Before he fixed dinner he only wanted a blowjob, he secured my hands first and I would have bitten him but I was aware he’d probably really hurt me for that. Considering he had no issue shoving my head onto him, causing me to choke and gag, I was sure hitting me would be no issue. He gave me no choice but to swallow. He then fixed dinner as if nothing occurred; there was no spanking that night. Instead he wanted sex again; he got some noises only because he really pinched hard.
Wednesday was the same routine; I was woken up rudely, a blowjob before dinner, sex afterwards this time in the kitchen.
February 7, 2008; Thursday
Again, I was woken up to sex and by now I was use to it but it made the pain no less, even worse actually. There were several bite marks covering my shoulders and neck, even the upper part of my back. Adam always said how tight I felt, how good it was, and all I could do was wish it was over. Once he was fixing breakfast I showered and got ready, making sure the marks were covered, ate what he fixed, and went to work.
He had been telling me more about how he knew my father; how he knew he liked very young girls. I was still denying it in my head because there was no way, no possible way my father was that way. He beat his kids, he hurt us all mentally and physically but he was not a pedophile. He was not some sick person who saw me as a sex object and beat me harder because of it.
I avoided the boys the best I could, but at 2:30 I risked asking Isaac if I could leave early. Craig was coming back in town and he’d ask me for coffee. There was no possible way Adam could know because Craig had called my work line and I had only told Isaac I wasn’t feeling well in a text. I got home five minutes early, made sure to be there on time. I wanted to avoid spankings, because Adam hit hard and I did not want that.
I came in and before I could even close the door well he had me shoved against it, slamming the last few inches left. I felt scratches when he yanked my pants down, was slightly pulled back before he was already shoving in. It happened so fast.
“Fuck!” I yelped.
Pain shot through me and he dug his fingers into my hips and held them.
“You think I wouldn’t know?” he growled.
“A..ab..about what?” I stammered. He was just holding where he was, all the way inside.
“You sent Isaac a text, said you didn’t feel good. He told you to come to his office.”
“I..I didn’t.”
He pulled out some, leaving just the tip inside.
“And?”
“I went to his office but he asked me to stay.”
He rammed himself in, fast and hard.
“Aww!” I yelped.
“You. Lied.”
“NO! He made me stay!”
He repeated the same action, pulled almost out and shoved up. I had been find dealing with it but I was hurting.
“Please…stop…” I whined.
“Tell me.” A hard pop landed on my right butt cheek.
“Ok! Ok! I left at three.”
He yanked my head back by my hair. “Where did you go?” He growled.
“I went…I Uh…Aww, please stop.”
“Where. Did. You. Go. Emily?” His voice was deeper, growling into my ear.
“I met Craig at the coffee shop just down from the studio.”
He pulled out, forced me down onto my knees in the floor and yanked my hands behind me. The handcuffs snapped around my wrist very tightly.
“What did you talk about?”
“I didn’t tell him anything!”
“Considering he is not here, I figured that much.”
I could feel him and again he rammed in. “Tell me.”
“Art, politics, and work that is all Adam, I swear.”
I felt the tears streaming down my face, could hear the desperation in my voice. He pulled out and I prayed he was done, maybe he would just stop. But the next time I felt him against me, felt the tip against me was the anal opening and he gave me no protest time before he shoved in all the way. I screamed as the pain ripped through my body.
“Oh fuck! That is so tight. I guess Zac never fucked your ass before.”
“Please, stop…” I whined.
“Oh no Emily, you were very bad. I wanted to be your first, I was promised your virginity by your father. I have wanted to fuck your ass all week to make up for you just giving it to that cheating bastard.”
I begged him, pleaded even, screamed the first few times he rammed into me, and eventually just cried.
“That’s it, scream for me.”
He just kept on and on.
“Fuck! Please, stop!” I begged.
He pulled out but he just yanked my knees out from under me putting me flat on the floor and then straddled me.
“Oh yeah, you deserve this. Letting him fuck you knowing you were mine.”
He shoved back into my ass and I screamed again. He pulled my head back using my hair and that is how he kept me until he was done. I was shaking uncontrollably when he let my hair go, my vision was cloudy and I just laid my head down on the floor. He was still sitting on my thighs when I passed out.
I slowly came to later on, I was still lying in the floor but the TV was playing some movie. The light was shining in my eyes. My hands were still behind me, the handcuffs were just as tight. The pain was still present as well. I slowly moved my head, the room was dark but the kitchen light was on casting some light into the living room. Adam was sitting on the sofa watching the movie in plain grey boxers. I blinked a few times, to clear the fuzzy feeling. But then my eyes fell to what was laying in his lap, there was a drumstick lying across his thighs, one that I had used on Zac. He was gently tapping his leg with it. Had he been waiting on me? I swallowed hard and remained still, the movie credits began playing about fifteen minutes after I came too and I saw his ice blue eyes shift from the TV to me.
“Get up.”
How the hell was I suppose to do that? I tried though, but couldn’t. I saw him get up, felt his hand grab the links between my wrists and pull up. MY shoulders and arms cried out in pain, once I was on my knees I felt worse. He used my hair to guide me to the coffee table where he bent me over it. He laid my head down on the cool wooden top.
“Count.” He growled.
The first time the drum stick made contact with my skin it sent a shock wave of pain through me and it took several moments to process the number and be able to say it.
“One…”
It sounded scratchy and not loud, and I did ok through ten. It hurt but it wasn’t much worse than the first time he’d hit me. However he kept on after ten, kept on after twenty and by then the numbers were strangled and barely auditable, I lost count at 33, but he didn’t seem to care. I guessed that he stopped around 40, I was seeing spots and even though I did feel him re-enter my ass, it blended with the stinging pain covering my entire ass and even a few on my thighs. Each time he pushed into me, hitting against the raw skin it sent a shock wave of pain up my spine, I felt dizzy and laid my head down.
“Don’t you dare” He snarled. He yanked my head up by my hair and at brought the drumstick down hard against my right thigh. He
leaned down and bit my shoulder.
“Were you with Zac?”
Things were hazy at the moments, but protecting him was more important. I was already hurting there was nothing else he could do.
“No…”
The drumstick landed on the exact same spot on my right thigh, another yank of my hair and I whimpered loudly.
“You can save yourself the pain Emily, just admit to it.”
“Never…was…with him…” I was fading again.
The drumstick landed on the left side, bringing me back to reality some. He didn’t ask me again, kept on and if he thought I was fading he would hit me again. When he was finished he left me lying right there, he cut the lights off and went into the bedroom. The drumstick was lying in front of me, had I really hurt Zac this badly? Sure, Adam was a man and he probably did hit harder than me, but still. The drumstick was blurry through the tear and I finally moved off the table, laid down in the floor and tried to get the waves of pain to stop. The digital clock on the cable box said it was after 3 before I closed my eyes, the pain subsiding enough just to sleep some.
February 8, 2008; Friday
He woke me up when he yanked me up, putting me back over the coffee table for his morning rough sex and another ten hits with the drumstick for laying down. Fresh waves of pain swept through me, and I prayed he would keep me home. But, when he was done he undid the handcuffs and told me to shower and get ready for work. I could barely walk to the bathroom, but the hot running water washed away the blood on my legs. Zac and I had discussed it but knew preparation was needed, when I was dry I choose dark pants just in case another turtleneck to cover fresh bruises and then I went to the kitchen and carefully sat down. He sat the plate in front of me and the spoon shook in my hand. He handed me the phone and my purse and walked me to the door. He held the door shut a moment though, put his arms around me.
“Be on time and do not leave the studio for anything. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Have a good day baby.” He kissed me on the cheek and let me out of the apartment.
I shook violently going to work, wondered how I would keep them from noticing, I was relieved to find a note on my desk from Taylor saying they were taking a day because their wives were sick, Zac was opting to stay and help with Ezra. I was fine they wouldn’t be there but it did not stop Samantha from asking. I told her I didn’t fell well and didn’t sleep well, which was true. I felt useless most of the day, but finished and was at the apartment a few minutes early. I closed the door behind but I knew something was wrong the moment I turned around. Gary was sitting on the sofa enjoying a beer but I did not see Adam, he came in about thirty minutes after I did. Holding the spoon still took a lot of will power, because sitting between them both was scaring me pretty badly. Neither of them had said a word since I got home, Gary finished eating first and then he looked at me.
“Were you with Zac in any way over the last year?”
“No.”
“Have you seen him naked for any reason during the last year?”
“No. I have not had a reason too, he is not my husband.”
“If you did not have sex with Zac, who did you have sex with?” Adam asked.
I had no idea what to even say, but it wouldn’t matter he was going to be bad. “I didn’t get his name; it was a guy from town. We had drinks and I went home with him. I was tired of being the only one that didn’t know.”
Both laughed but when they were done their attention turned to me. It turns out; I had every right to be afraid. They were determined that I was going to tell them I was with Zac, no matter what it took and since I was off until Monday, they had two full days to do that. Most of the weekend for me was spent handcuffed in the floor in front of the TV. Taking turns most of Friday night and Saturday it was when they got really irritated at their inability to get me to say I was having sex with Zac that they tried a 3-some. It was fresh pain for me for that and more when they did a double penetration vaginally, I had never wanted to try that and didn’t think it was possible. What kept me going, what kept me from saying a damn word and just letting them was knowing Zac loved me, knowing that those cameras were on and one day they would stop and I would be able to tell someone. Sometime Sunday though Adam mentioned a court house and a license, I couldn’t do that.
Segment 39B – Please, don’t summary.
POV: third person narrative
Word Count: 303
Warning: PG 17; no graphic details but does pertain to rape.
**Authors Note**
The following is a condensed, non-graphic explanation of what occurs between February 4 and February 10, 2008. This is posted because the next couple of segments will deal with the events that occurred and this is just to give you, the reader, and a brief idea of WHAT happened in the event that you do not wish to read the graphic version.
Emily is awoken Monday morning by Gary who has used a key given to Zac to gain access to her apartment. After assaulting her in her bedroom he fixes breakfast and tells Emily that he has placed a ghosting device on her cell phone which will let him know about every call, message, website, or other social media aspect she should check on during the day. He then sends her to work.
Upon arriving home she finds Adam Campbell there, the man that her father tried to marry her to at 16. During the week and until Friday Adam assaults her multiple times both vaginally and anally, he also hits her with his hand as a punishment for being late. On the Thursday he finds and uses the drumstick she has from Zac’s birthday spanking earlier, he uses the drumstick on her in the same fashion, but much harder and exceeds 40 times.
Over the weekend, both Gary and Adam are present and both assault her on individual and group terms. The reason they are here is because Kate needs proof that Zac and Emily were having an affair, she cannot find any and believes that Emily would tell them on a recording if she was pushed enough. Gary’s sole reason is this, however Adams is because he is mad that Emily did not let him be her first and that she ran away instead of being his wife.
Adam also tells Emily the reason for the arrangement, saying her father wanted a wife that was obedient and followed the rules and that he has an attraction to little girls (pedophile) although Emily does not believe her father is capable or is like that choosing to believe Adam is just playing her. During Sunday afternoon Adam also mentions going to the court house for a marriage license during the coming week.
In a nut-shell, that is what happened and without major detail.
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