Lisa's POV
"Just this one time" he confirmed.
It sounded like he had broken a spell of restraint within me.
I propelled myself towards him, like a cougar, eager for intimacy, my lips synched with his, and in a blink of an eye, I was pinned to the wall, my hands wrapped around his neck as he sucked my skin, he trails his wet lips up and down my neck, making me moan even louder.
His lips found mine, then proceeded to lift my grown up, after he had pulled his trousers down.
I felt him massage his hard on with his hands while he tried to guide me.
I felt so heated, I wanted to feel him inside me so bad that it hurts.
He raised my gown, just above my knees, till his hands slid my pants to the side, and just then, I felt a sudden intrusion.
A gasp escaped my lips, I held onto his shoulder too tight, he held the walls with his hand, as he began to drive further inside me. Each thrust harder than the last, my legs quivered, but he held them still, while he rammed inside of me.
Lost in the moments, I let myself fall vulnerable. He unzipped my dress then pulled the sleeves of my dress down, I let him pull it alloff, then thereby showcasing my breast.
He fondled it in his hands, then bit my nipples, I felt my cunt pool with excitement while he was still inside me, barely closing my lips. I moaned into his ears, he fondled the other boob with his hands, when took the other in his mouth.
I felt his teeth graze my nipples, before he pulled it between his lips,I grabbed his head closer to my chest not wanting him to stop.
His hands crossed my back, gently sliding down but he halted, in his pace. I felt his body tense, but I had mistaken it to be a premature climax, so when he dropped me on the floor, I didn't think about it.
He placed me on the floor, then flipped me. I had expected him to fill me up just like he had done earlier but instead he was standing behind me, with a stunned look on his face, his hands gently placed on his mouth.
It took me a mere secondly to realize why he had been so stunned.
"Shit, shit, shit, what have I done!" I snapped at him.
I bent down, then took my clothes, and wore them immediately.
Tears slid down the cover of my eyes, as the pain resurfaced all over again.
"Lisa, hey hold up, I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Hey Lisa hold up please" he chased after me but I was already running down the stairs.
How stupid of me, to let him pull my dress no one was supposed to see those scars, no one at all.
He grabbed my hands then pulled me closer to him, I tugged on his hands forcefully but he held me in place, I could not hold the tears for a second more, I just let it pool down the corner of my eyes.
"I was surprised, that's why, I am sorry I didn't mean to bring up a bad memory, I am sorry, please forgive me" he pulled me in for a hug, his hands wrapped around me while I cried my eyes out.
We didn't speak afterwards.
After I had pulled away from him, I cleaned my eyes then turned to leave. He didn't chase me but I was glad he didn't, because I wouldn't know how to react to it.
For a second I had slipped out of my tunnel, I lost my focus, and motive, and I let momentary pleasure push me away from what really mattered.
I got home a few hours later, without alarming the children, just so I could savor my time in solitude, I stripped myself naked, before the mirror again, then turned backwards.
The scars were still there, it never left…
The memory flashed in my mind again.
That very day I couldn't take the torment anymore, one could only take so much torture, I was locked in stack darkness, with mice in the room, I felt like I was going to die, I screamed but they wouldn't let me out.
I felt weak.
I knocked and screamed, then a man wearing a mask entered the room. I had suspected he had come to give me food, but he saw him with a whip instead.
I scrambled backwards, in fear but he kept on coming close, his hands clenched hard on the whip,I felt my back against the wall I had nownende else to go, the fear I felt had paralyzed me.
He pulled me by my hands, then slapped the belt hard on my back, he hit me again, I screamed for dear life.
I took to my feet, hoping to run out through the door that provided light, but a lady entered and locked the door.
I was back to total darkness, unable to see my next step, I froze at a spot with two lunatics in the room, they must have heard my son, because I wasn't hard to track, I was held up and flogged, and left with two words
"Shut up,"
After that I was fed, and in the afternoons, the rooftop would open wide so I could receive my daily dose of sunlight. I thought of suicide every second, but my babies were moving slightly, two girls were in my belly, and while I felt my life had come to an end I would place my hands on my belly, there lives hadn't started.
I was only two months in, four months passed. And I was six months pregnant, I had been flogged four times, I barely talked. I didn't fight, I didn't move, I sat on the floor.
Seven months in, my belly was protruding and I had gotten three visitors who wanted to see me so they could determine what the baby looked like, they were all wearing masking.
Eight months, I was prepared to let them go, I had spoken to them so many times, eight months. I heard a loud noise at the door of the building, it was the police.
I was carried in a stroller, into a van.
Eight months, I was diagnosed with severe PTSD, and was totally incapable of harboring my children.
In those eight months, the biebers came to my rescue. They were the owners of the hospital and when I was brought in, they came to me. They asked me what my name was.
I told them Lisa, with tears in my eyes, was all I was willing to disclose.
They asked about my family, but I don't have any. They asked how I got to Tokyo, I didn't say anything, they barely questioned me, I was placed under therapy, while they cared for my children.
I only had visiting rights to them, at meat twice a month, but I was strongly cautioned not to touch them, until I had learned to be free from my past, but all it did was that I got used to pretending.
It took me five years to practice.
No one was meant to see those scars, no one was meant to see it.
I had been so stupid I let it happen, but never again, never again.
I swept the tears in my eyes.
"It's all in my head, it's all in my head, it's all in my head, it's not real, it's all in my head!"
I slid into the tub of water, letting my back ease into the water, till I felt my tensed body calm under the tender touch of the water.
Now the goal is back to normal.
Make Damian's life a little bit unbearable. Bring Samantha to her knees, and expose all her damned secrets, expose my parents. And their fraudulent acts, and this time they will go to jail for it.
I would never be at peace if I didn't hurt them the way they had hurt me, I wasn't down for forgiving and forgetting injustice, if they felt they didn't deserve my comeback then they shouldn't have hurt me in the first place.