Longings and Loathings - Chapter 12

She felt herself hit the ground hard, she tried to stand but she was quickly overpowered by her attackers.
She felt the moment her skirt was violently ripped apart and the weight over her sore legs.
Her knees burned from the injuries caused by the several falls from her attempts of escape. Sweat prickled all over her skin and glued her thin shirt to her body.
She felt the burning tears escape from her eyes but held any sound possible, any sign of her pain only made them laugh harder, hit her body harder and be even more exquisite on the tortures they decided to inflict.

Her panties followed the skirt, making her groan from its ripping. She prepared herself to become numb, to hide somehow inside her own mind and be absent from what she knew was sure to follow.
She heard them argue about who would be the first and waited.

One of them pushed two fingers inside her vagina and said something that caused the other to laugh, but she no longer heard the words, she was slowly evading, going to a place where no one could hurt her but then she felt the grip on her long hair and sting of pain it caused, making her unable to hold a sound of pain to escape her throat.

It was their go sign...

They repositioned themselves and while one stood over her preparing to enter her from behind, the other moved to stand in front of her. The smell of dirty cock and urine caused her to gag provoking only more enjoyment to her attackers.

"Eat it bitch. If you bite it, I'll kill you."

She opened her mouth and tried to hold the gagging effect the smell provoked her while he shoved his cock down her throat. She barely moved, simply held her mouth open and tried to control her breathing. He thrusted and thrusted while tears kept running down her face.
The other attacker didn't take long to want his share and forced himself inside her ass with a violence she was sure something must have ripped inside of her.

All she felt now was pain, shame and hate.

It was the hate that kept her awake, that kept her enduring the violation of her body and the small hope and desire of revenge if it was ever in her reach in the future, if she survived, if she was still able to pick out the pieces of her that were being torn, if she ever was able to become herself once again.

Bits and Pieces - Momentos

Passei os meus dedos pela agua morna, sentindo-a acariciar a minha pele de forma quase aveludada.
A temperatura estava perfeita, tal qual o desejara.
Deslizei o robe de seda pelos meus braços, descobrindo pouco a pouco o meu corpo nú, provocando um suspiro quando o ar frio me arrepiou a pele e enrijeceu os mamilos.
Deixei-o cair no chão como se me livrasse de uma segunda pele, como se removesse a carapaça com que me envolvia todos os dias pela manhã.
Ergui uma perna após a outra e submergi-as na água tépida coberta de bolhas de sabão perfumado, debrucei-me para a torneira, terminando os jorros de água fumegante que se misturavam no meu leito aquático e alvo.
Deixei-me descair e cobri-me completamente com a espuma, deixando somente a minha cabeça à tona por mais uns minutos antes de também ela submergir completamente.
Abri os olhos dentro do meu pequeno mar caseiro de águas turvas e observei com prazer o exterior distorcido pelas bolhas enquanto sustinha minha respiração.
Sorria no silencia e desfrutei da paz submersa em que me encontrava.
Senti-me viajar dentro da minha própria mente...
Corria desnudada numa planície branca, sentia-me livre de tudo e de todos, sem julgamentos, sem inibições, sem medos ou tristezas. Somente eu, a paisagem branca e a sensação de leveza e liberdade.
Emergi do meu pequeno paraíso quando o oxigénio escasseava mas aquela sensação permaneceu.
Algo de mim permanece sempre na planície, cru e livre.