My back hurt from getting slammed into the wall, but it was nothing compared to how painfully Christopher’s hands were gripping my shoulders. This side of him was scaring me and causing me to have flashbacks of the past.

 

“What’s going on, Christopher?” I inquired in a small voice, shrinking away from him. “If you’re mad, could you please tell me what I did wrong? I’ll change, I promise — Mmph…”

 

on my lips harshly and manhandled me without much care.

my pleas fell on deaf ears. The next thing

yelp came out instead upon feeling a sharp, burning pain in my lower abdomen. Tears

— my body had

with me during sex. He would never abruptly enter me like that. However, none of that gentleness or tenderness was currently

The dark room was filled with only the sounds of Christopher’s feral grunts and the rhythmic thumping of my back against the wooden

 

tears away, but his kisses were fierce and provided no comfort at all, only serving to draw more

stomach on the couch, I’d stopped crying, letting him kiss my neck and my back before he

communication between us. Even if Christopher

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