Branded

He stood with his arms on her hips, the uneasiness of the added weight directed to her hip, effected her balance. His mouth full upon hers and her hand laced through his hair. The repulsive touch of his hand on her stomach made her eyes jolt open, so quickly that it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the lighting.1

“Stop” Charlotte said, as she tried to pull away.2

He chuckled and brought her closer to him. Edgar’s weight and strength was greater than hers, and she couldn’t release his steel grip. She watched as his hands ran over her body, as he slipped words into her ears of things he wanted to do to her, as he forced himself inside of her.  Charlotte was entirely to scared to go on with his demands and tried to push him off over her.3

“Please stop, I’m serious.” Charlotte said with the plea floating around in her eyes.4

“Oh come on, you and I know you wanna!” Edgar said as his breathing increased.5

Charlotte was trying to push, shove, him off of her, but it didn’t help. The wasted air used to beg; did nothing. Lying silent, arms slung over her eyes, she felt the pressure of him inside her, pounding against her. 6

With her body telling her to enjoy, but her mind telling her it was wrong, she gripped his shoulders, and whispered she loved him. She must have spoke to softly because she didn’t get any reply to what she said. Edgar freed himself inside her and pulled her in closer to him.7

Warm rays ran over her skin, his breath loud in her ear, her with no heart to tell him how she felt last night. She rolls away from him, takes a big breath, releases a sigh, and pulls herself away from sheets of disgust. 8

“Why? Why can’t he listen?” Charlotte questioned herself aloud. “I can’t take it anymore.” With the finally words said in the apartment, she left.9