I landed on my stomach and looked back. It was Benjamin, and he was taking his clothes off. The guy who was just going on about it being wrong to rape somebody was now about to do the same thing to me. I know I was eighteen, but I couldn't fight.
"If you won't go out with either of us, then it's my turn to have you. Dylan already got his turn. He got to have you for who knows how long! I'll take my time, don't worry. I'll probably be just as aggressive, but you'll enjoy it." Benjamin said, climbing over me.
"Touch her, and you're as good as dead." Dylan said, angry now.
I was so frustrated and humiliated from that day that I just screamed, "Shut up and mind your own damn business!"
Dylan looked shocked, then hurt again. As if remembering I said I wouldn't go out with anyone, he sat down on the beanbag and watched. Fear took over me as I realized what I'd done. I'd just scared away my only protector, and I was too proud to ask for help.
I just glared at Benjamin with hatetred as he turned me onto my back and entered my body. I let out a pained moan as he grew more aggressive, until I was barely holding back tears as I screamed in pain. I struggled away from him, but that only made it worse. He pummeled my body for over an hour before I stopped struggling. I lay limp like a toy as he tossed me around, and I could only hold my fear in my heart.
After almost two hours, Dylan stood up. He walked over and punched Benjamin square in the jaw, knocking him out. Benjamin fell onto me, just like Dylan did before, and I felt the crushing weight of him sinking deeper inside me. I moaned in pain, and Dylan held Benjamin up. I saw Benjamin's skin as white as paper, where Dylan was grabbing him. He was holding on so tight I thought he'd break skin.
Dylan pulled Benjamin off me gently, and I let out a deep grunt. When he was completely off me, I looked down and winced at the sight.
There was blood everywhere. It looked like a murder scene.
I looked at Dylan, and I wasn't even mad. I was just tired. I took a breath and struggled to my feet, only to fall a moment later. Dylan caught me before I could hit the floor, and I glared at him as he placed me back on the bed. I leaned against the wall and cried.
Dylans face crumpled as he watched, and I wanted to be anywhere but there. I'd never wanted to die, but that was a perfect moment for it. I wanted to die in that moment.
"Just throw me out. I'll wander until I freeze to death. The atmosphere won't hold the heat, so I'll probably be dead in a few hours." I said, which made Dylans face crumpled even more. He stepped forward, but I put a hand up.
"Allaris, I thought you didn't want my help. I thought you'd rather suffer." Dylan said helplessly.
"I didn't want your help. I would've rather died, but right now, I do want your help. I want you to throw me out so I can die quickly and won't have to suffer anymore."
"That's one of the only things I can't do. Allaris, I..." He drifted off his words, then started again. "I, I think I love you. It's intense and feels too strong to be a crush. I love you, Allaris, and I hate that I love you. I wanted to stay alone forever because being alone meant I wouldn't hurt anybody, but to be alone with you in this world would be worse than dying. Although, what's worse than dying and being alone is being alone because you died."
I let that sit for a moment before I responded. "I love you, and I know you'll do whatever I want, but I need a guy who will do whatever I need. Not whatever I want. I needed your help, even if I didn't want it. I wouldn't ask for it, but I needed it. You knew I needed it, and you watched until it ripped you apart from the inside." I responded. "I think I want to give us a chance, but if I need you, don't listen to what I want. Listen to the best thing for me."
"Wait, you actually want to try with me?" Dylan responded.
"If I were any normal girl, no. But I'm not normal. I'm kinda stupid, so yes. I will try for something serious with you because you're the first guy who showed me genuine emotion. The first guy that actually cared about me, even if you don't show it the right way." I paused and remembered something he said. "Wait, are we actually going down to the crowded basement?"
"No, because look around you. This room is giant, and theirs a built-in kitchen through that door over there and a bathroom through that one." He said, pointing to the doors.
I also noticed there were three beds. One near the exit door, one near the end of the massive room, and one by a strange looking box. It looked like a fancy high technological heater. I assumed that was in case it got too cold, although I wondered how long that would last as well.
I looked around and realized this room looked as though it was meant for one person to have two guests. I looked at Dylan, and he gave a sheepish smile.
"My mother wanted me to bring a woman here that I could reproduce with, to re-populate the world with. She gave me three beds so that I could have one to myself if we ever fought, and the woman could have her own bed. Then theirs another bed in case of unforseen circumstances, like the situation with Benjamin, although he won't make it downstairs if he waits much longer to leave. It's already freezing, and it's only September."
"I understand." I said, but couldn't continue.
My voice went silent at the thought of Benjamin coming onto me again while Dylan just watched or was unable to help. Then my thoughts went to Dylan. What if Dylan climbed on top of me again because he changed his mind and lost hope. What if he wanted me to hate him again?
"Don't worry. If it turns out he can't make it back or refuses to leave, I'll kick him out into the cold for him to try to get to the basement or die."
"You'd just kill him?" I yelled, shocked. "No! That's wrong! We have space. We can just let him stay here if worse comes to worse."
"I thought you didn't feel comfortable around him." Dylan asked.
"I don't, but Benjamin will die if he leaves, and I don't want to know that that's happening without doing something! He is staying with us. End of story." I said.
Dylan looked uneasy but didn't argue farther. I was kinda disappointed he didn't argue because he backed down again. He did what I wanted instead of what I needed. Dylan walked me over to the master bed, and I thought he would rape me again, but he didn't. He just laid me down and tucked me in.
"I'll be back. I'm going to make us some dinner. I'll call you when it's done, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." I said, then he left.
I sat in silence for a while, the sound of Dylan humming gently from the other room, the only one to reach my ears. I looked around and noticed Benjamin had woken up. He was staring at me, and before I could yell for Dylan, he jumped on me. I didn't notice him walking closer until I looked at him to check if he was still unconscious. Turns out he had been awake for a while, inching closer until he was close enough to get to me in an instant.
Benjamin shuved a hand towel in my mouth, and my cries were muffled. He tore the blanket off me and bent down close to my ear, only to wisper, "We will have a baby together, and you'll ditch that guy and be mine." I tried to protest, but all that came out was a soft, muffled noise. Tears ran down my face as he climbed onto me. He was inside me in an instant, and I cried in protest. He held my wrists together with one hand and put the other on my waist. He went in and out, up and down, and I could onto shift my legs weakly.
I tried to back away, but it was useless. He played with me like I was a toy, and I wanted to scream, but it came out muffled. Theirs no way Dylan would realize something was wrong. Not until he was finished cooking, and he just started. That would take forever, and I didn't know what he was even cooking.
Benjamin gripped my wrists tighter as I tried to struggle free. It was no use. I was trapped and could only rely on Dylan to save me. He was my only hope. I felt Benjamin release semen inside me, and I cried harder. I wasn't ready to be a mother. I was scared and only wanted to go home to my mother. I wanted everything to go back to normal when she was smiling at me from the kitchen as she hummed that stupid song she always loved to hum. It felt so normal.
I groaned into the hand towel again, and Benjamin gave a quiet laugh. He was enjoying this, and it made me want to scream and be heard.
"You will love me, whether it's because I'm hot, or because I force you to, you will choose me over Dylan when we have a child." Benjamin wispered, then his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he released inside me again. I felt it, and I went silent. I stopped moving and stopped trying to fight. I just felt scared and uncomfortable.
He dug himself deeper inside me, and I didn't struggle. I didn't move. I didn't even cry. I just gave a weak moan of protest and went limp. He seemed to enjoy that even more, and I felt him melt inside me.
I looked up into his eyes, and they showed a choas I'd never seen before. An announcement of possessiveness. A gleam of control. Then their was a sight I wasn't expecting. I saw a desperate love he couldn't contain rampaging inside him, then nothing.