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Delaney

Two Years Ago

Is this what my life is going to be like? Am I just going to be beaten daily and raped by my husband at the drop of a hat? I want to run, to save myself, but I can’t. I’ll never escape this hell. Logan is a fucking demon, but Vince is the Devil. He has been staring at me the way Logan does before he assaults me all evening.

I close the dishwasher and start it before forcing myself to go back to the living room. Cheryl is sitting in the armchair knitting and the only place I can sit is between Vince and Logan. I sigh and move closer to sit between them, and Vince chuckles. “So eager,” he remarks, sweeping my hair off my shoulder.

“Nope. I just sat down,” I say simply. Out of nowhere, Logan swings his hand back and slaps me, making me yelp and grab my cheek.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Logan hisses.

“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully.

“Not good enough,” Logan says. “You’re going to let him play with you. If you fight, you’ll be punished.

“What? No,” I snap.

“No?” Logan laughs and nods to Vince before standing. “This could have gone so much better for you.”

Vince shoves me down to the couch and is on top of me faster than I can try to get up. He has my dress hiked up as he rips my panties off. “No! Stop it. Stop,” I scream as he forces my legs apart. “Stop. Please don’t.”

“Cry harder, whore,” Vince growls as he forces himself into my vagina with a brutal thrust. I shrill scream escapes me and it only fuels him to pound into me harder. “Fuck this.”

“No. No. No. please. No,” I scream and beg as he flips me to my belly. I thrash under him but Logan comes over and spreads my ass open for him which simultaneously keeps my hips pinned to the couch. I’m grabbing hold of the cushion and trying to pull myself away, but their grip on me is tight. I inadvertently rip the cushion off the couch, which only gives him more leverage.

They both spit on me before Vince shoves himself deep into my ass. The most unhinged and painful scream rips from my throat, and he instantly finds an unrelenting pace that has me sobbing and begging him to stop. “Stop. Please stop. Please, Logan. Please help me. Please,” I beg. “It hurts. God, it hurts. Stop.”

They laugh and mock me as I plead for mercy. I smell my blood in the air and it’s sickening the way they respond to it. “Fuck, this bitch is slick now. Look at the way she bleeds for me,” Vince grunts.

I twist my body in a way that gets my upper half partially off the couch for a split second I think I might be able to escape, but it just gets worse. Vince grabs me by the hair to pull my head back and Logan shoves his dick down my throat to join his father in assaulting me. I continue to scream in pain as tears flood my face. That stupid bitch, Cheryl, is just sitting there pretending like nothing is happening. She hasn’t dropped a stitch or even glanced over here. How fucking cold does someone have to be to just sit there knowing that an innocent woman is being raped? Is this why I’m being forced to marry Logan? Did they just want a readily accessible sex slave or something?

I am lost in my misery by the time they finish and drop me to the floor. I curl myself up into a ball as the sobs shake through me. I just want to be free. I want to be happy. Is that so much to ask for?