fast that I forgot the fact that I was naked and now my body was available for her scrutiny.
“I have to admit, I do like seeing you look healthier like this. Don’t worry, I talked to a doctor and we came up with a cocktail that wouldn’t make you lose so much weight like last time, but it will keep you at the ready,” she grinned evilly as her eyes travelled down to my cock, one that was indeed at the ready. I’d like to blame it on the fact that I must have been dreaming and had my hand on a woman’s breast before I was fully conscious, but even in my panicked state my hard-on wasn’t subsiding.
“You fucking drugged me?” I growled out to her.
Sasha did that thing where she poked her lip out in a pout again. “Aww, come on lover, you know you used to love it before.”
“No, you fucking kept me chained to a bed and turned me into a starving, wasteland of a junkie before.”
She couldn’t hide the anger that swept across her features. “I told you, I checked in with a doctor and fixed it so that wouldn’t happen again.”
“Why the hell can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Because you’re mine!” She shouted as she stood, also fully nude, and planted a hand on her hip as if she had the right to be upset. “You have been mine since the first time we were together,” she told me.
“Yeah, Sasha? Well, you haven’t been mine since I found my best fucking friend balls-deep inside your used up cunt! So you can just fuck right off. What the fuck happened to you that you’re this mixed up in the head? I don’t want you. Never loved you! And this shit you’re pulling, the things you’ve done, they make me sick. I get physically sick when I see you.”
She pointed at my still-hard dick. “You don’t seem so sick right now.”
“You had to fucking drug me to get that response! How many times did I get it up for you before you started that? Hmmm? How many times did you try and fail to turn me on before you resorted to drugs? I don’t honestly remember, because I don’t have all those memories back. Guess what? I don’t fucking want them back either. If I was forced to be with you, and that’s called rape by the way, then I don’t want to remember.”
“You don’t mean that! Take it back!” Her voice was shrill as she shouted at me just before she picked up the closest thing to her, a lamp on the bedside table. Only, she couldn’t actually pick it up because the fucker was bolted down. When her rage wasn’t quelled by being able to throw something at me, she attempted to launch herself at me. Immediately, I put myself into a fighting stance and it brought her up cold. “You would hit me while I’m carrying your child?” She rubbed her distended belly and tried for a sweet, shy smile. It really did turn my stomach.
“You come for me, I will fucking end you. I am not going to end up like before.”
“You’ll end me?” She asked in complete disbelief. “You would end the mother of your child? What about the baby? What about your son?”
I pointed at her belly. “That is not my baby. If for some reason, you managed to get me to completion in the state I was in before, and you raped me to end up in that condition, I would hope the baby died at birth to spare it from having to share a single moment with you as its mother.”
She screamed bloody murder then, and it wasn’t long before a couple of guards barreled through the door. “He was trying to rape me!” She yelled the moment she noticed she’d drawn other people’s attention. I was in the corner of the room, huddled in on myself and she was standing by the bed looking unbothered by the fact that they were both seeing her completely nude body. One of the guards sent a look my way that signaled he understood exactly what was going on. While I was happy that they didn’t believe her, the pity in the man’s eyes was too much to bear so I looked away as one of the men escorted her from my room while the other collected her things.
“Can you keep her away?” I asked before he was out the door.
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