Vegas Pete

Chapter 7

TRIGGER WARNING: Rape attempt at the beginning.

- Pete -

"You... Just you,"

I said, closing my eyes.

Even though in my heart, I wasn't really feeling that way at all. I wanted to run away from here, but because of what Vegas said, I had to endure it by myself.

Allow this bastard to do bad things to me time and time again.

His eyes stared at me like a hunter, sneering at me as if he won me as a prey.

His lips slowly stretched into a smirk before his face slowly stooped down,
burying his face on my neck. My eyes remained closed and my body tensed. I felt goosebumps all over myself. The bastard Vegas ran his lips all over my
body. I was confused as to whether I really wanted to die or if I wanted to
keep living in this filthy body.

"That's good, simple as that,"

Said Vegas, gently nibbling on my earlobe. His faint words whispering by my ear made my spine shiver and tingle. I swallowed down hard because I knew how much suffering I would face after this.

"Let me go..."

Even though I was helpless and I had a calmer attitude, my mouth still wanted to plead for him to stop what he was doing. I wanted to resist, I wanted my body to struggle. I wanted to use all my strength to get it
out of my body. But if I did that, I'm going to get hurt even more. That fucking Vegas will always do the same thing.

I felt the warmth of his breath and the wetness of his lips, as he kept sucking
and biting as he wished. The more he touched me, the more my heart began to throb with fear. His thick hand gently caressed various parts of my body while my chest kept tensing.

"Vegas... I'm begging you."

"You ask that a lot. Keep begging, I like to hear that,"

Vegas said in a low tone.

The tip of his nose inhaled along my collarbone as he slowly slid down. As
soon as the tip of his tongue touched the top of my chest, I immediately felt a new sensation. It burned all over my body as a tingling in my stomach crept into my feelings. I bit my lip as Vegas started sucking so hard. But it didn't hurt like before, instead there was just an incomprehensible feeling.

But even then, I felt a bitterness in my heart. I was trembling, and before I
knew it, tears began to flow. I didn't want to admit how weak I was. I wasn't sad, but I was filled with suffering and agony that it was too hard to bear.

I couldn't even cover it up because I didn't know how much fear I was
showing. My hand that was also being held tightly by Vegas twisted into the
bed sheet until it was completely crumpled. Tears continued to flow from the corner of my eyes.

Vegas, who was kissing my chest, froze. I didn't know was going on because I kept moving my head around the bed as if I was looking for cover. Both his hands suddenly released me from his grip. The weight that had been pressed against my body became lighter. I narrowed my eyes at him with paranoia.

The bastard Vegas pulled away from me as he brushed back his hair and let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm not in the mood anymore. Why are you crying like a little girl?"