FALLEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

(Belle's Pov)

He didn't stop. He didn't stop to listen to my cries, which turned out to be helpless. He didn't care. He simply didn't. Instead, he reached out, tugged up my shirt and slowly inching towards my jeans, unbuttoning them.

"S-Stop!" I cried, trying to kick him off me, but I simply couldn't. The darkness in the room was making it hard for me to see.

"Keep still, you whore." He grunted, pinching my thigh. I yelped in pain, trying to shove him off me, but failed. He continued with his actions, one of his hands terribly trying to cover my face, while the other tried its very hardest to unbutton my jeans.

"Please! D-Don't. I-I'll do anything!" I breathed out, my heart dropping in fear. Salty tears rolled down my face, which he sickeningly licked off.

"Oh, I'm sure you would. But too bad, I can't accept. Boss' orders." He snickered, his hands suddenly tugging down my jeans. A loud scream left my lips, shifting away from him and trying to push him off from me.

"Stop that, you bitch!" He growled, his accent once again sinking through.

"Get away from me!" I screamed. The fear sitting in my stomach increasing as seconds ticked by.

"Don't make this any harder than it already it is." He threateningly said. I didn't listen to him. I continued to try my very hardest, using all my strength to try push his heavy body off from me. But I only managed to earn little success with doing so.

"Fucking bitch," He harshly cursed, his hand reaching out to grip onto the ends of my hair, and tug. A piercing cry of pain left my lips. 

"Shut the fuck up! Shut it!" He spat in my face, using his free hand to cover my mouth. Tears streamed down my eyes, shifting as I tried to move. A glint suddenly waved across his eyes, his hand leaving my mouth for a split second, as he pulled something out his pocket.

"This should keep you quiet." He snickered, forcefully tying a cloth around my lips. My eyes went wide and he let go of my hair and pinned me to the wall. A smirk twitched onto his thin, chapped lips. 

"This is where the fun really starts." He winked, his rough hands reaching out to feel up my body. I squirmed, my sounds coming out muffled.

"Nobody can hear you, Belle. Might as well give up." He chuckled, his hands slowly inching closer to my panties. My loud scream came out muffled, when his fingers began rubbing my clit over my panties. 

"You like that, huh? I knew you would, little whore." He groaned. I was helplessly allowing him to processed with his action, his strength holding me down. My eyes glued close, tears still rolling down my face. And when I heard the sound of fabric being pulled down, the fear burst inside of me.

The room was pitch black, only a small ray of light coming through the window. I couldn't see anything and I most definitely couldn't fight him off. I could only try and make some noise, just not using my mouth. 

An idea floated inside my mind and I began kicking my feet against the wooden door. 

"Hey, stop that!" He growled, pinching my wrist. A jolt of pain emitted from his action, but that didn't stop me. I banged my feet against the door, doing the same with my head, but a lot more gentle.

"Help!" I cried, muffled by the cloth covering my mouth. I prayed in that moment, that this man would realize his wrong actions and move away from me. That he realized he was forcing me, and was committing such a large crime by  sexually assaulting me. That he would let me go.

His hands were inching slowly closer towards the inside of my panties, my heart growing closer to deflating any hope I held. 

And then a miracle happened.