His tongue went into my mouth, viscously, exploring each and everyday depth of my mouth. He pulled himself onto of me, pushing me down onto the ground.
His grip tightened on my wrist, as he used his other hand to cup my cheek.
I couldn't resist his touch. The way he made me feel was incredibly- I couldn't even describe it. It was something I couldn't help but want.
Andy's cold hand went to the hem of my shirt, beginning to pull it off. The coldness hit my chest abruptly, causing me to shudder.
His eyes feasted upon me as he ripped my shirt off from me.
Andy's mouth went down to my neck, sucking softly onto it. They were slobbery, but irresistible. He leveled his lower part of his body near mine, rubbing against mine. I bit my lip, shutting my eyes tightly.
His dirty, dirty hands went over my body. My body shook and fidgeted, wanting every bit of this to end. My tears began to stain my face and I couldn't stop sobbing.
I whimpered softly as Andy pulled off my bra, then began to massage my breasts. I could feel the heat of my cheeks begin to rise.
"You're beautiful Wynter," Andy's voice said. I continued to shut my eyes and I began to see the images.
"So, so beautiful.." his hands roamed over my body.
Andy kissed my breasts, softly but then a little more harsh. He rubbed against me once more and I squinted my eyes tighter. N-no... the memories...
He wouldn't stop touching my body, he wouldn't stop....
Stop.
Andy began to pull down my pants, then also his...
No- no! Stop!
"Wynter?!" His voice rose.
"S-stop it!" I screamed out.
Andy's eyes were filled with concern as he saw me pull away from him.
The memories continued to flow through my brain, as if it was a movie... and I was the audience.
He continued to pound inside me over, and over, and over.
"N-no! Please stop!" My voice continued to cry out.
"I won't stop."
His voice said as clear as day.
"No-o!" I screamed out louder.
I'm losing my mind, I couldn't see what was just a vision and what was reality.
"Winter!" Andy's voice echoed, but seemed so far away from me. "Shh, it's okay- it's okay... p-please."
"Don't hurt me..." I pleaded and my eyes opened to Andy's. My eyes were wide, my mouth incredibly dry for some odd reason. The thought of Jaso- that monster on me once again was terrifying. I can't stand even thinking about it. I felt my insides begin to swirl and I didn't like it.
I hugged my stomach and felt myself begin to get sick by just the thought of it.
"Sh-shh," Andy looked at me, his eyes carried so much worry in them. I could see he was trying to hold back the tears that were trapped in his eyes. He was worried about me, it was obvious.
It felt like my sanity was going, I didn't even know what to do. My mind was spiraling and I quickly sat myself down once again. I held onto my head and took a couple breaths in.
"Please, Wynter. Tell me what's going on." Andy asked, curiosity filling his voice.
I shook my head as my sobs began to grow louder. My thoughts kept darting back and forth from here and there. One second it felt like I was back in Jason's arms, the next I was back here with Andy.
Although I knew I was with Andy, I couldn't help but to continuously feel like I was within Jason's grasp. Jason still knew that we were still in his range. Even though we had walked a far distance from his hideaway, we were still in his eye.
I hugged my knees, rocking back and forth, shaking my head. I was losing my sanity, losing everything. I wanted to it to stop, the images, those damn images that continued to run across my mind. I wanted to get rid of them, I wanted to stop.
"Wynter, please... I'm begging you." Andy's voice was shaky, which was obvious no doubt. His voice cracked at the end, showing how terrified he was for me. "Please, just let me help you. I don't want to hurt you...p-please." A tear escaped his eye causing me to sob even more.
I knew my heart was telling me to just to shout it. Shout out what happened to me, but my conscious was saying no, to be quiet. I couldn't stand the silence anymore. The silence scared me most of all, I didn't want it.
I felt my lips begin to part, wanting to form an answer, but a sob just escape from it. I finally reached my eyes to Andy's and I could see the pain his eyes. The pain that I was causing him from just crying.
He blinked his eyes, causing a few more tears to fall down his cheeks. He took a shallow breath in, his eyes never leaving mine.
I wanted to look away from him. I knew if I continued to look at him, I would tell him. But the problem was, I wanted to tell him. I couldn't stand to just see him like this, in pain, almost crying like me. I didn't want to hurt him like this. I wanted us to be okay. I just wanted everything to be okay.
But I feared most of all, that this would never end, Jason haunting my memories forever, making me too scared to be touched ever again.
Maybe it was bound to happen. Something like fate, or destiny, something like that. Maybe I'm bound to be doomed with this forever and ever.
I glance down for a minor second, taking in all that has happened.
"I love you, Wynter. Please, just say something... anything!" He piped up his voice.
My eyes reached his once more and I took a shallow breath in.
"Jason raped me."
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Oblivion {Sequel to The Purge} ✔️
AdventureAfter finding out that The Saviour's Camp has been destroyed, there's nothing much left for Andy and Wynter. The Rebels have taken over the government and everything is ruined. With anger rising inside Andy, he decides that the only left for him t...
