Life After the Storm

As I'm starting to wake up, I feel pain radiating all over my body. As I open my eyes, I am terrified of what is happening to me. I then realize that Ivan is fucking me from behind. I go and grab onto the sheets on the bed to pull myself up, trying to get away from him. When he realizes I'm awake, he takes his cock out of me and flips me over onto my back and gets on top of me.

I start hitting his chest, screaming, “get off of me, Ivan, stop this.”

I feel a hard slap across my face, “I told you, Lilly, that you were going to pay for what you did.”

“No I don't want this, please Ivan no.”

finally lets go of me, I then make a run for the door, trying to escape him. I try to open the door, but it's looked. I began to bang on the door screaming for help, but no one comes. I then feel as Ivan pulls me back by my hair. He throws me on

fight back, but there is know fight left in me as my body is broken. I try to find enough strength to move, but then I become terrified when I realize I can't. That's when I notice that I'm tied to the headboard. I want to fight back, But he is too strong. I don't know what has happened to him, but he

why did I hesitate to run, I shouldn't have hesitated? As I felt tears running down my cheeks, wishing that all of this would just

can as I try to force them shut. He gets so angry He then slaps me in my inner thigh, God it hurts. I don't stop trying to prevent him from raping me. I can tell that he is getting tired of me trying to refuse. I watch as he gets up from the bed he walks to his dresser. I see a belt in his hand as he walks closer to me, he then whips me

him to stop, but he doesn't listen, he just goes harder and harder. It feels like he's going to break me. I don't understand how a person who is supposed to love you can give you such pain. At this moment, all I really want is to die, I can't handle the things that Ivan is doing to me. Fuck how am I going to be able to handle this kind of life and how is Sam going to

time he has gotten off. I feel his fluids all over my body, wishing I could get a shower to get myself clean. Knowing that him stopping isn't going to happen anytime soon as I can tell that he is enjoying himself. Even though he is causing me misery, I can't cry anymore due to all the tears that I already shed, there just isn't anymore that can