a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Keep Your Eyes On The TV

Its 11:00Am and Im rudely awakened by two rough hands dragging me by the shoulders.
"HEY GET OFF OF ME" I scream. My eyes are still adjusting to the light and adrenaline starts overpowering my body. I look around and see a hallway that I hadn't been to yet, and then I see Roman. I squirm around while being pushed forward by the shoulders, I plant my heels into the floor and we finally stop moving.

"pick your feet up." He spits
"no." I hiss back.
Suddenly I feel myself being lifted off of the floor and Im now being hauled over his shoulder.
I scratch his back and knee his chest with as much force as i can and yet he still keeps walking.

He comes to a stop after turning a corner and he scans the hallway looking for a certain door number. He then walks forward again.

He prys open the door and lobs me onto the leather sofa. He then locks the door behind us. My heart booms in my chest, thats when I knew there was no escaping.
He slumps down next to me and flicks on the TV which is on the wall directly in front of us. He flicks through the channels and lands on a random movie.

"I haven't been able to see you for a while Crimson" He breaks the silence and turns to look at me, he has a sinister look in his eyes
"yes. Ive behaved. Why am I here?" I haven't done anything wrong. Nothing.
"I just missed you." what the fuck.

I turned to look at the TV trying to watch the movie and ignore Roman, and it did work, that was until I hear the leather under romans legs move and I feel his shoulder pressed against mine.
Watch the movie Taylor. Just watch the movie.

In the movie, the female lead had just landed in New York and was in a taxi on the way to her new apartment.

I feel his shoulder move, and he rests his hand on my thigh.
Watch the movie. Keep your eyes on the movie.

The woman got out of the taxi and greeted the man at the front desk with a smile. He gave her the key to her room and she got in the elevator.

He starts inching his hand up my leg ever so slowly.
Just keep watching Taylor.

She gets to her room and she flops onto the king sized bed as soon as she closes the door. She took a deep breath and sniffed the smell of cleaning products and paint.

He reached my panties. He hooked his finger through them and pinged them back onto me.
I nudge his arm away from me and he crosses his arms and gives me a death stare.
Carry on watching the movie.

She gets off of the bed and opens the door to the people who transported her furniture. She began unboxing.

He put his hand back onto my knee, this time not waiting before sliding it back up to my panties.
Keep watching. Just pretend its not happening

The movie transitions to her apartment with empty boxes in a corner of the room and all of her furniture unpacked. She pours herself a glass of water and chugs it down.

He slowly begins touching my vagina.
"Stop it Roman. Please stop." My voice is quiet and shaking.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He says in reply, acting confused and innocent.
Just keep watching the movie.

She looks at the digital clock on the wall, it reads 8:00PM. She strides over to her bedroom and pulls out some neatly folded pyjamas, she then slips them on.

He carries on. This time faster than before. He moves his face closer to mine in an attempt to get a reaction out of me.
Keep your eyes on the TV Taylor.

She puts the pyjamas on the freshly made bed and hops into the shower, she hums a sweet melody as the camera pans around the bathroom to show us what it looks like.

I notice his other arm moving in the corner of my eye. He then pushes me down by my shoulders with his body weight.
Eyes on the TV Taylor.

She gets out of the shower and wraps herself with a towel, she puts on a face mast and carries herself to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.

Out of no where, he grabs a pillow with his free arm and puts it onto my face to muffle anything I might say.
"Stop Roman! Stop please stop!" I say as loud as I can, now wriggling around trying to move myself from underneath him.
He doesn't respond, but I know he heard me.

I can hear the woman pouring the tea into her mug and then a rustling sound of her climbing into bed.

He shoves a finger inside of me
"ROMAN GET THE FUCK OFF ME" Im now screaming out on the top of my lungs. I kick my legs and smack the back of his head.
That pissed him off.

I hear the woman open a book and sigh while she slurps her tea every so often. Her phone buzzes on the night stand and I can hear her pick it up.

He lifted the pillow off of me and chucked me into the wall in a fit of rage.
"Dont EVER fucking hit me again you whore" he shouts in my face and I turn my head away from him.

The woman answers her phone and she begins to speak
"Hi Lillya! I made it to the apartment, Its so nice Ill send you photos of everything!" her voice is high pitched and she has a strong valley girl accent

"LOOK AT ME WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU." His face burns red and his eyes are wide open, he hardly blinks.
"PUT ME DOWN NOW ROMAN" I scream.
He drops me onto the floor and he begins to kick my stomach while shouting down at me
"IM BEING NICE TO YOU AND THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN."

I hear the phone call end and the woman puts her phone back down onto the night stand.

"IT HURTS ROMAN STOP" He stops.
Then he sits back down on the sofa and re-directs his attention to the movie.

I get up, clutching my stomach in agony and sit back down on the opposite end to Roman.

I watch as the woman folds the corner of the page and gives herself a paper cut while doing so. She gets back out of bed and grabs herself a plaster.

He moves his hand back up and rubs me through my panties. I see his jaw clenching as he grows impatient.
"you know I hate ruining merchandise." he pauses, thinking carefully about what to say next
"so don't do something that will make me" My blood ran cold and I stared at him, unsure of how to even respond. I half nodded and snapped my attention back to the TV.

His cellphone started ringing and he answered it
"what do you want." I could tell he was angry
"Well what the fuck am I supposed to do about that" I would like to know what the person on the other end of the phone was saying to get him so riled up.
"Well he was obviously doing something stupid if he was killed. And why would I care? He's just another number to me, nothing less nothing more. Just a number." He rolled his eyes and hunched forward, resting his elbows on his knees
"well get his body cleared up then you fucking moron." He ended the phone call, then unlocked the door and sent me away. Thank God.