Chapter 4
Dwayne threw me to the floor inside his dressing room as soon as I got past
the door. I didn't want to look at him, but I did. The glare on his
face was pure evil, and it was accentuated by the sick grin formed by his lips.
I pulled myself up to a sitting position and scurried backwards until my back
hit the wall hard. I pulled my knees up to my chin. Tears were
streaming down my face; I had no idea what he would do to me. He was
capable of anything. But he just stood there, grinning at me.
I was so confused. I wasn't sure what he
meant by what he had said. Had Paul come and threatened Dwayne? My
heart rose at that thought; maybe Paul would forgive me after all. I took
one look at Dwayne, though, and I knew there was no way I'd be seeing Paul
tonight. The expression on Dwayne's face didn't mean anything good.
And when he spoke, my worst fears were confirmed.
"What are you doing here, Gabby?
Come to see lover-boy?? Hmm? Aw, tough luck. I think you'll be
too busy with me tonight to fit him into your plans," he said with a
caustic tone. He took a few steps in my direction and I started to shake.
"Puh… please… don't…
don't…" I broke into sobs before I could even speak a full sentence.
That smirk never left his face as he watched me cry.
"Poor, poor Gabby. Don't worry,
baby. I can help you feel better." Dwayne bent over me and
reached out to pull me to my feet. I yelped in fear and flinched away from
his touch, but he acted like he didn't notice anything and just yanked me up.
Not again, please God, I can't take this
again, I'll go insane, I will. My thoughts ran together in an
unintelligible blur until all I could feel was 'No'. The fear and the
anger rushed through me, paralyzing me.
Dwayne lightly touched my face and I
breathed in sharply as if his touch had burned me. All he did was laugh.
His hands went down further, stroking my arms, then grabbing my waist snugly and
pulling me to him.
I swallowed hard. I had to say
something. "I - I won't do this, Dwayne, you ran Paul out of my life,
there's nothing you have to hold over me. You can't do this to me!!"
I screamed the last part at him, my tears coming anew, but he shook his head and
his grin grew larger.
"Don't you get it yet? This has
nothing to do with what you want. You have no choice in this. I want
you. I own you. And I'll do whatever the fuck I want to
you." He slid his hands down to squeeze my ass through my jeans.
"Literally."
The feel of his hands on me like that made
me retch and choke on my own sobs. But I couldn't keep from continuing.
"Are you that inhuman," I whispered, looking at the ground, "that
insane?"
He took a hand and pulled my chin up so I
was looking into his sparkling eyes. "You wound me, Gabrielle.
I've always been good to you. I only hurt you when you disobey me; it's
your own fault. You're too damn stubborn, that's your problem. Do
you know how many women would kill to be in your position?" My jaw
dropped in shock as I saw that he was completely serious.
"You are insane! My god,
you're demented! Just because you're The Rock you think you can do
anything you want to, to anybody?? God, Dwayne, get a freaking life!"
I shouted at him before I had a second to think. Dwayne's eyes darkened,
and before I could duck, he had slapped me so hard that the next thing I knew I
was back on the floor.
My face burned with pain and I whimpered as
I stared up at him. The bastard was almost grinning at me again.
"Don't talk back to me like that, ever. I trust I won't have to tell
you again," he said as he glared down at me. I was scared, but more
than anything, now I was pissed.
Dwayne peeled his shirt off over his head,
but then stopped as if thinking. "You know what, sweets? Every
time we've been together, I've always done all the work. Let's change that
this time, what do you say?" I looked at him quizzically, having no
clue what he was talking about. He grinned sardonically and pulled me hard
to my knees. "Undress me."
This time, it was my eyebrow that was
raised. "Undress you? Are you serious?"
He clenched his teeth and frowned.
"Perfectly serious. Are you going to disobey me again?"
I glared at him with all my hatred shining
through my eyes as I said, "Dwayne, if you're going to fucking rape me,
then rape me, but goddamn it, be a fucking man and undress yourself!"
If I thought he had been pissed before, it
was nothing compared to the outrage on his face now. I thought he was
going to slap me again. But he didn't.
He punched me instead.
His fist rammed into the side of my jaw,
and I shouted in pain. "You fucking BITCH!" he yelled, as he
grabbed me by my hair with one hand and punched me again with the other,
"Smart-mouth stubborn little whore!!"
I screamed as hit me a third time. My
vision was swimming and spots appeared wherever I looked. My head felt
like it had been split in two, and there was wetness around my nose. Oh
my god, he broke it, the bastard broke my nose, I thought in a daze.
Dwayne clutched my shirt and hurled me
across the room. My side struck the arm of the sofa and I shrieked in
agony as I slumped onto the floor. He walked over to me and kicked a
well-placed foot right into my injured side as he yelled, "I'm gonna teach
you a lesson, you fucking cunt! And you're never going to forget it!"
After a few more kicks into my aching midsection, he grabbed a hold of my elbow.
It was still sore from the grip he had had on it just a short while before, but
it suddenly hurt a lot worse as he dragged me by it, hauling me up onto the
couch.
My body was so saturated with pain that I
couldn't move or feel anything else; I barely realized that he was tearing my
clothes off of me. It only registered when I felt him drive his dick into
me with one stroke, and I could feel my inner walls tearing with each ruthless
thrust of his hips. I threw my head back and wailed in anguish, my eyes
tightly shut. The only response I received was Dwayne's hands on my body,
squeezing me, hurting me even more. His mouth captured my breast, but it
wasn't the gentle suckling I'd felt from him before. This time his teeth
clamped on to my nipple and bit at it hard, tugging and making my cries all the
more eager.
"Get off of me!!!" I shrieked,
but there was no clue that Dwayne had even heard me. He just kept
thrusting deeper and deeper into me. I sobbed loudly, not knowing what to
do. I kept wishing I would die with each breath as my midsection exploded
in pain, and the disappointment that came when I didn't threatened to drive me
out of my mind. The combination of blood and tears that formed in my mouth
made me physically ill. I couldn't take the pain I was in, and I was on
the verge of passing out. So this is Hell, I thought as my vision
dimmed.
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