Pushing me back from the door Blade entered my apartment like he owned the place, his expression making me uneasy.
"Do you seriously think you're welcome after ignoring me for the last 8 days?!"
He smirked viciously and I felt suddenly afraid. What had happened? Why was Blade so angry?
"What.. are you my girlfriend baby.. or my wife? Is that what you thought huh? If you gave it up to me I'd marry you? What can I say.. you just weren't that good."
I reared back and slapped that bastard so hard in the face that it hurt my hand. His eyes on fire he crowded me against the wall his fingers reaching under my skirt ripping my panties away.
Fighting with everything I had I tried to stop him.. I did.. but that asshole lifted me, shoving his hips violently between my legs, and I felt him undo his zip.
Crying now, frantic to stop him, I fought even harder but it was no use against his strength. Spitting on his hand he rubbed it onto his cock then forced himself inside me. Even with that bit of lubrication it hurt badly. I wasn't ready for him and the intrusion burned.
Forcing himself in and out of my dry and burning sex, I felt something in me die at this vulgar rape.
Then he did something even worse. He made me enjoy it.
He had been the one to introduce me to carnal pleasures and knew my body better than I did. If you have multiple orgasms whilst being raped can it still be called rape? I felt so deeply ashamed even as my body built to another peak.
Logically, obviously, I knew that this was rape, but as he played my body like a fiddle, I became more desperate for him to continue and I hated myself for it.
Moaning out my release, my lip bleeding from my trying to keep silent, I felt him shudder and jerk before spilling himself within me with a roar.
Stepping back from me as soon as he was done he zipped himself back into his jeans. No longer being held up I dropped to the floor in a heap, crying desperately, completely broken.
"Consider that your severance. You're fired effective immediately."
I didn't even have the strength to formulate a response, too distraught to speak or think. Through my tears I heard the slamming of the front door and knew Blade had left.
* * *
Minutes or hours later I heard a pounding on my front door, through the haze of misery I made out Lane's voice.
"T! With everything going on if you don't respond to an SOS text you know we'll worry! I'll get Nate to break this door down so help me!"
I heard muffled words, Nate must be with her, he couldn't see me like this so I tried to right myself but before I could begin to move there was a key in my lock and my door was opening Lane playfully nagging at Nate.
"Don't be so smug because I forgot I had a key!"
I looked up at Nate and Lane, a broken, pitiful child on the floor where Blade had so cruelly left me. Lane threw herself down beside me with a cry of agony, holding me close with tears streaming from her eyes.
"Tasha.. who.."
I looked between her and Nate from sore and swollen eyes.
"Blade."
Lane gripped me tighter and Nate's face darkened furiously. Crouching down in front of us he exchanged a meaningful look with Lane before patting me on my matted hair and pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. Nodding at Lane he turned and swept out of the apartment.
"Shall I call the police Tasha? There's blood and other.. bodily fluids.. on your legs. That's evidence."
I flinched at her words, one because Nate had seen that and two because there was no way I wanted anyone else knowing what had happened. I would make him pay that was for sure but not with jail.
Supporting me, Lane helped move me to the couch before running me a bath and helping clean me up.
* * *
Hours later, onesies on and tucked up in my bed, a comedy on the telly that had no romance whatsoever, Lane got a text.
"Nate's outside, he wants to know if it's ok for him to stay here or if you want to be alone with just me?"
I smiled, my beautiful Lane had found such a wonderful partner, I was so happy for her.
"Of course he can, we can have a sleepover like teenagers!"
I was forcing myself to be cheery, not wanting Lane to worry, but I still felt sick about earlier. How could I have responded to him even though he was treating me so despicably?!
I hated that I was so weak he was able to force me without me stopping him, that I responded to his touch despite the fact I didn't want it, that even after RAPING me I STILL wanted to know what had caused his rage.
Lane came back in and there was Nate wearing a CAT ONESIE!! Bursting into peals of laughter, my first genuine reaction since 'the incident', the laughter died in my throat as my eyes caught on Nate's bruised and cut knuckles.. he didn't?!?!