She just starred at the ceiling, wishing for this nightmare to end quickly. She couldn't bear it more. It couldn't get worse than this. He pulled her legs legs apart, and nausea churned her stomach.
Dear God, he was actually looking between her legs. In all her nightmares, she had never imagined this to happen to her.
He shifted so that he was kneeling between her legs, she felt him touching her lady part, rubbing his finger over her, and suddenly he pushed one thick finger into her.
Her eyes flew opened and she went rigid as pain tore through her body. She was dry, and his finger felt like rough paper as it ripped apart the delicate tissue of her hymen.
The pain and the idea of what he was doing were finally too much, and she dug her heels into the bed in taut rejection of that horrible penetration which made her muscles locked.
With his other hand, he pulled her nightdress up and was rubbing and pulling at an ugly, veined thing.
Sai looked at him in horror as she suddenly realized what he was going to do. She hadn't thought she could get any stiffer, but she could feel her muscles pulling even tighter, her body going as rigid as a board.
He was cursing for some reason as the ugly little sausage rolled limply in his hands.
Abruptly he let himself down and pushed it against her, and Sai gaged.
Sam barely noticed her stiffness. It was what he expected, she was untouched, not like those whores. It was his own unresponsive flesh that held his attention, infuriating him.
Damnit, he'd never had this trouble before (coz she isn't yours asshole). Despite his wound, he'd always being able to sleep with any woman he could get beneath him.
But now, his organ remain unresponsive, no matter how hard he pulled at it. Frantically, he pushed it against her, hoping that the feel of her would get him hard.
He grew more panicked and furious with every passing second as nothing happened.
It wasn't long before he realized she was lying frozen beneath him. Her posture reminded him of that damn woman he shot after raping her.
Once again, out of the recess of his mind came the hellish memory from twenty years ago when that shinning knife abruptly slashing at him.
He was remainded of the terror, the sickness and the helplessness he felt that day with his pants around his knees as he rolled on the floor, trying to escape that darting knife.
And now he felt as if the sharp pain of steel cutting into him. He pushed himself away from Sai, cursing and limp off the bed.
He felt furious, humiliated, but above all lost to his impending horror. He left the room and stomped into his own room slamming the door behind him.