Reserved ~ Chris Schistad (SLOWLY UPDATING)

Chapter 12 (episode 12)

Contains a rapist. Very mature content.

THIS IS NOT TO OFFEND ANYONE IN ANYWAY. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ. IF THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ANY OF YOU, I AM TRULY SORRY.

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Thursday 10:40 p.m

Eva's POV:

As he slipped the underwear from my body, I continued to shake my head back and forth slowly. I took on the strong sedative's full effect, struggling to keep my eyes open.

That's when it happened.

A sharp pain radiated throughout my body, beginning at my core. I attempted to open my mouth and scream for someone, anyone, but no sound left. I tried to move my body from his large frame. I tried. I just could not move. I was frozen.

That same pain I felt moments before returned. Only it did not hurt as much. I looked up at him as he thrusted into me once again. His face held complete content and pleasure signified from his groans.

I desperately wanted this to end.

Suddenly, as if on cue, a weight lifted off the bed, and a loud crash sounded in the small room.

I fluttered my eyes halfway open, seeing the lively brown orbs that I came to know.

"Chris?" I croaked; my voice breaking slightly, "You're too late."

I watched as his worrisome expression scanned my face, but only for a moment, as I slowly slipped into a dark abyss.

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Chris's POV:

I laid her down on the queen-sized bed and covered her with the plush gray comforter that always hugged her mattress. I made my way to the couch that was across from her bed and laid there, trying to block the visual of him inside her.

I awoke to Eva's stifled screams and stirring in her bed.

"Get off me bastard!" She screamed, kicking and flailing.

I rushed over to her side and gently shook her, "Eva calm down. It's me. I'm here, you're ok."

She continued to thrash her body, "Please get off," she choked on a sob.

"I promise, min elskede, you're safe now," I whispered in her ear as her eyes popped open.

(my love in norwegian)

"Chris," She said with a broken voice, "H-he raped me."

"I know. He will pay," I seethed.

She lifted her hand up to meet my face, "You pulled him off me."

"I was too late," I sighed with disappointment.

Eva did not reply. She knew it was true.

She turned away from me and slid out of bed, stumbling on the cold wooden floor. I noticed her wince slightly.

What was hurting?

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Eva's POV:

I stumbled on the cold hard floor. That's when I felt it. My core ached from that thing. I was so angry. So defenseless. All I did was sit there and watch.