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Fictional Story - Broken By Dharmie Lisa (@dharmielisa) by BaryPresh(m): 1:07pm On Oct 20, 2014 |
It was a busy week for me and yeah a lucky one too. I had three jobs in a row and they were all on the island, a chance to make some extra cash. But then I remembered the stress of leaving home as early as 5am each day and getting back so late at night, coupled with the holdup and all. The best thing I could think of is to ping him, he lives close to the island and it makes it all easy and cheaper for me. And since we were still very good friends even after our breakup, he readily accepted and asked me to come over and stay as long as I want to; I was happy, one less thing to worry about I thought. I packed my bags, kissed my mum goodbye and told her I will be back on Sunday after the whole job. She was happy for me, said some prayers and bade me farewell. A lot has changed in his apartment from the last time I was there two years ago, but I settled in quite easily like it was my second home. As the day passed slowly, all was so boring and dull and I prayed for the night to come. The night came and I embraced it with gladness, took a quick shower, changed into my shorts and spag as I lay quietly on d bed hoping to doze off before he returns from his outing with the boys. He came in a few minutes to mid night and came to join me in bed as I quietly prayed he doesn't try anything funny and pretended I was fast asleep. But he tapped me and asked that we speak, and started all of the 'I miss and love you' tales. I knew there was no truth in all of his words, the smell of the alcohol was so disgusting and I wished I could shut him up. And then came the most dreadful moment of my life, where he started touching me and all I could do was beg him to stop and swear that I do not want to be touched. But now, I marvel at my stupidity and mistakes. This was a guy that assaulted and abused me three different times while we were dating in school just because I refused to have sex with the excuse that I wasn't in the mood. Despite the fact that we do it almost everytime we were together, he didn't pardon me those few times. And here I am again in his house tonight hoping I can say or do anything to make him stop. But like the animal he is, he held me down, pulled off my short and pant and went deep inside of me even without a condom to protect himself. He went so deep that I felt him right in my walls and the pain was the greatest I have ever felt in my life, I cried, sobbed, mourned and begged that he let me go but he cried too, held me down and begged that we enjoyed it together like the old times we shared. He went on, and unlike any other guy I have met, he is the marathon type, he can go for fourty five minutes and still not c*m. The horror lasted for so long and I lost track of time, but I was sure it lasted more than 40 mins and it was the longest fourty minutes of my life. He rolled me all over his bed and tried all of the styles he knew, he is one hell of an experienced assaulter cause I never got a chance to slip out all through the changing of style process. It got to a point, I stoped fighting and I started asking God why I have to go through such experiences in life. I am not slutty, I have never cheated on my boyfriend, I have never dated a married man, I am a definition of a good girl and yet I get to suffer such fate. When he finally ejaculated on my body cause he did the withdrawal method, I layed quietly on the bed and cried myself out. He pulled me closer and told me he was sorry that he couldn't help it cause he misses me badly, I struggled to get out of bed, went into the shower, washed up amd went to sleep. I sat down in front of the mirror the next morning to do my makeup and look good for the day's job, I applied as much powder and blush as possible. But then, when I looked at myself I realized no amount of powder and makeup can conceal the pain of a BROKEN woman, its always there deep in her eyes. Credit: Dharmie Lisa - Author Link to blog: http://www.feelphc.com/2014/10/article-broken-fictional-writing.html?m=1 1 Like
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