Page 10 of Uprising

I bite my tongue so hard I can taste the blood. How can I move on when the man I love is dead? How can I move on when I’m sleeping in the bed of the man who killed him? Did he really think I’d be able to stand here, to pretend that none of it matters?

He takes a deep breath. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.”

“I’m not.” I whisper.

He snarls back. “Yes you are. The man is dead. It’s over.”

“Roman.” I hiss. “His name is Roman.”

He grabs me, pushes me back, shoves me with such force that I almost fall over my feet and his hand is the only thing keeping me upright.

“I told you before.” Darius says tightening his grip just a tiny bit more. “I told you to stop saying his god damn name.”

“I hate you.” I spit.

He smirks turning me around, pushing me onto the coffin face first. “Like I care.” He replies.

“I wish you were dead. That you were the one lying in this casket.” I cry.

He lets out a laugh, but as he does I can feel it, the way he’s pulling on my dress, raising it.

“No.” I gasp.

He leans in, pushing me flat onto the wood. “No?” He taunts. “You don’t get to say no.”

“Darius.”

“You loved Roman so much huh?” He says as he yanks my underwear aside.

I kick out, try to get free but all I end up doing is allow him to twist one of my arms to the point I think it might break and the pain of it is enough to stop any of my further struggles.

He unzips his trousers, I can hear the sound of it, the sound of him fumbling. My breath increases tenfold, I’m crying even more, and then he rams himself into me, groaning as he does.

“Fuck your cunt is so good.”

“Get off me.”

He laughs. “I don’t think so Rose. I’m going to fuck you right here, right over his corpse, and you know what? There’s nothing either of you can do about it.”

He shoves my head down, clearly he doesn’t care what I look like after this, what state he leaves me in. The mesh of the veil sticks into my skin, catching my eyelashes. And then he starts fucking me so hard the coffin really does begin to shake.

“Please Darius, please stop.” I whimper.

Only he laughs harder. “You can’t stop me.” He says. “Your precious Roman can’t stop me either.”

I can’t shut it out. I can’t even pretend this isn’t happening. He’s fucking me like he’s determined to break the casket beneath us.

“How does it feel huh?” He taunts. “How does it feel knowing that Roman can’t save you? That he’s not coming to help? That he’s never coming back?”

I don’t reply. I don’t say anything. I know he’s trying to break me, and I won’t let that happen, no matter what he does, no matter how horrific this gets, I’m not giving in, I’m not.

“You’re mine Rose. All mine.” He says, lowering his head so that his lips are right by my ear and I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. “I never want to hear you say his name again. I never want you to even think it. He never existed, no other man exists except for me. Have you got that? Have I made myself clear?”

He tightens his grip, his hands twisting in my hair as I yelp.

“Have I?” He repeats.

“Yes.” I whisper.