Locking myself in a room as he’s coming after me, he now is punching the door, demanding I open it. That he’s going to fucking kill me. He then begins to punch and slam his fist into it rattling the whole door, as I’m curled up sobbing my eyes out, begging him not to.
He now is kicking the door so hard with as much force as he can gather up with his boots, which isn’t too hard. He eventually breaks the door in, it swinging open. He has his gun in hand, now approaching my bed. I keep begging him not to, but he doesn’t listen.
He begins to beat the livid shit out of me, punching my ribs, my face, making every part of me bruised and swollen. Beating me to nothing but a bloody pulp, my voice is broken, I can’t cry or speak anymore. I try to close my eyes, as if that’ll comfort me from the grim reality of what I’m going through.
Suddenly he grabs his rifle, pressing it against my throat, pressing down dangerously on the trigger, staring at me with nothing but sadism and malice. I close my eyes accepting my fate, the reality I tried so desperately to escape. He doesn’t even bother, why end the life of something so pathetic and damaged. He rather just use me as a cheap fuck doll.
My hair is gripped, tears springing to my eyes as I’m shoved down to the ground. His heavy boot coming down on me, slamming into my ribcage, eyes rolled back as the tender bruises immediately began to sting from the impact. He pressed down harder, pushing down all his weight. I can’t breathe…my eyes are glassy with tears, I close my eyes. His weight gets heavier, and heavier. Until I feel a rib crack, one cracking makes him grunt in satisfaction.
I decided I’ve had enough. I just decided to go to sleep instead. I close my eyes, damaged on the floor as he left me. Maybe I should have sucked his dick when he asked me to.
