Chapter 2 Shattered in the Dark

Liam's lip slammed into mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, thirsting or whiskey and ash. The plush room's dim lamp flickered, shadows dancing over the king-sized bed.

I clawed at his shoulders,my nails catching on his suit, but his hands gripped my arms, shoving my back. My heels skidded on the floor, and my body hit the mattress with a thud.

I felt my dress rise up, baring my thighs, and I yanked at the hem, with a breath hitching, "Liam, stop!" I gasped, twisting away.

He pinned me down, his knees straddling my hips, his steel-grey eyes burning with hunger. His fingers tore at my dress, the fabric splitting with a sharp rip, exposing my trembling skin.

I pushed at his shirt, with my palms slipping on his shirt, but he grabbed my wrists, slamming them above my head. "Please,no!" I cried with tears spilling down my cheeks.

Liam's knee shoved my thighs apart, spreading my legs wide. His hand clamped onto my inner thigh, fingers digging in, bruising my flesh as he held me open. My panties stretched tight, cutting into her hips.

"I'm a virgin," I sobbed, with my voice cracking. "This is my first time... please don't!"

He smirked, his free hand sliding under my panties, fingers brushing my folds. "You taste so good," he growled, pushing two fingers inside my pussy, curling them roughly.

My hips bucked, a whimper escaping as my body slickened, i felt my clit pulsing despite the fear. He pumped his fingers, his thumb grazing my clit, sending jots through me. "No, stop!" I begged.

He yanked his fingers out, the wet sound echoing, his belt clinked, zipper rasping as he freed his cock--- thick, veined, throbbing.

He gripped my thighs harder, forcing them wider, my muscles straining under his hold. My panties snapped as he ripped them off, the sting biting my skin. He lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. "Liam, please!" I screamed, with a raw voice.

He thrust in, tearing through my hymen with a brutal plunge. "Oh my fucking God," I shrieked, pain ripping through my core, a burning stretch that made me arch off the bed.

Blood trickled onto the silk sheet, warm and sticky. My nails dug into the mattress, ripping the fabric as he drove into me again, his hips slamming against mine.

The bedframe rattled, creaking with each thrust, his cock filling me, i felt alot of pain but he didnt seem concerned.

"Fuck, you're tight," Liam grunted, his hands pinning my thighs, keeping me spread. He pounded into me, his pelvis grinding against my clit, sparking unwanted heat. My body betrayed me, clenching around him, my hips twitching upward.

"Oh my fucking God, stop!" I screamed, tears streaming, but a moan slipped out, loud and broken, as my clit throbbed. I hated the slick friction, the way my breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard against the torn bra.

His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing until I gasped, his thumb flicking my nipple.

"You want this," he snarled, thrusting deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made me cry out, my thighs were shaking under his grip. My body shuddered, a shameful pulse building, my screams turning to sobs,

"No... please," I whimpered, but my hips rocked, chasing the friction against her will. The pain and pleasure twisted, my mind splintering as I came, I could feel my body convulsing, a humiliated moan tearing from my throat.

Liam groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he spilled inside me, hot and thick. He pulled out leaving me raw, leaking blood and blood.

I curled into herself, trembling with my thigh slick, my dress was tattered ruin. Liam spat onto the floor, sneering,and tossed a wad of cash onto the bed, the bills sticking to the blood-stained sheet.

"Was good," he said, voice cold. Let's try this again sometime, bitch."

The door slammed shut, the sound a knife in my chest. I just laid broken, my innocence has been defiled, the blood on the sheets a scarlet wound. My body ached, bruises blooming on my thighs, my soul shattered. Tears soaked the pillow, my sobs silent, endless.

My phone buzzed, it's glow cutting the darkness, I reached for it and grabbed it, hands shaking, screen blurring. Six missed calls from Maya. I dialed, her voice a whisper. "Maya... I need you. Upstairs, velvet curtains... please!"

"Lena, where are you?" Maya's voice was sharp. "I'm coming. Stay there." Line died.

I only dragged herself up, wincing, pain stabbed my core. I clutched the torn dress, the blood and cash mocking me. I shoved the money away, hands trembling and curled up, waiting.

The door burst open. Maya stormed in, her red dress blazing in the shadows.

Her eyes widened, seeing my state--- the blood, the tears, the ruined dress. "Lena, oh my God!" She gasped, dropping beside me, pulling her into a fierce hug. "What happened...Who did this to you?"

I sobbed, clinging to her. "Liam," she choked. "A guy ... he raped me, Maya. He took everything."

Maya's face twisted, rage burning. "A bastard treated you like a whore," she spat. A fucking stranger... Lena, I'm so sorry, I should have been with you."

I shook her head, tears soaking Maya's dress. "Not your fault... I was stupid." My eyes hardened, voice steel. "I swear Maya, I'll find him. I'll get my revenge."

Maya nodded, jaw tight. "We'll make him suffer. Together." She helped me stand, supporting me as they stumbled to the door. "First a doctor... I'm not leaving you."

Each step down the marble steps was torture, the club's music a cruel pulse.

Maya shielded me, pushing through the crowd, out into the night air. At Maya's car, my phone buzzed--- a text from an unknown number: "You were perfect. Don't look for me. ---L"

My hand shook, the phone hitting the pavement. Maya spun, alarmed. "Lena?"