When darkness woke me

When darkness woke me
JESSICA'S POV.

Being knocked unconscious was what I never expected after hitting the Andre guy to meet his balls rolling on the floor. Just a bit gap from him and something had hit me hard on the head sending me to darkness. That's all I remembered before this cruel world choked me inside of it. At first sending me to black and waking up in a smelly, dirty — very disgusting place, I had wanted to throw up when suddenly I felt dizzy and unable to move.

Where was I? My eyes darted at the whole place. With no painting. Just broken floors made of cement and I was here. A sharp migraine hit me and that's when I realized — I had the asshole on me. And guess what? My clothes were not on me. I was stark naked!!!!!!!

And the stranger! He had my panties to his nose. He sniffed it with so much pleasure and even ran his tongues on it, next I saw him chewing them and once his gaze shifted and locked eyes with mine, I shuddered. I already jumped down the bed and just needed to sneak as he was already distracted but fate has its own plans.

He turned to meet my body position, I had my clothes pressed on my body and with no warning, he hit me and my back landed to the floor — I grunted, trying to get to my feet when he lift me up — roughly to the bed my scooping me off the little strength I was almost gathering on the floor as migraine kept hitting me with no pity of any sort.

I gasped as he pushed me to the bed, my hair wandering off to my face, he dressed them behind my ears and once he laid on top of me, I started to struggle. He placed one hand on my mouth to keep me from muffling my screams and the other he used to put both my hands above my head and in pain. I wriggled under his body, he disgusted me. Sweat played on his body and while he was on me, I held my breath pushing him off but he was stronger.

“Please I beg You,” I started to plead but they all fell to deaf ears.

Tears ran down my cheeks but I wasn't gonna be weak. I kept sending kicks from my legs even though they were uncomfortable but he wasn't having it easy, I trembled once I saw his palm red, knuckles whitening and before I knew it, he sent me dizzying with a punch on the cheek. I felt some liquid in my mouth, somewhat tasty but in some ways, it made me want to throw up, my eyes widened in horror — I had blood in my mouth. I spat it all out to his face and next he did was push his cock down my mouth.

My throat felt small as the heavy tool had its way into my mouth and then, I choked on it, wanting to throw it out but there wasn't any space to do that. I grunted when unexpectedly he poured his release unto my mouth — whitened but I swear I Was disgusted at everything this psycho was doing. He took it off and after pouring them on my stomach, I gritted my teeth after spitting out the one in my mouth, clenched my fist waiting for the right time to punch him hard in the mouth so he gets a taste of savage. And as expected, he fixed his ugly long, hard black cock to my mouth — it was all just disgusting as if he never washed up his machine, his veins popped around it too that my saliva got stuck in my throat and all I could do with the dick in my mouth was to bite on it. He ignored the first and next, I bit really hard at it and got him cursing.

“Ah shit! What the hell?” He clicked his tongue while he rubbed the spot with his already whitened fingers. I closed my eyes in much disgust and clearly he was still on me.

I took note of the place and my gaze caught the grandfather clock that looked like an alarm on the stool by the bedside. I locked gaze with him — both burning and flaming like fire while I snuck my hands to the stool so he didn't notice and once my hands reached the clock, I held it firm and with no delay, I hit it on his head, he fell to my chest, I flipped his almost lifeless body over while I jumped down from the bed.

I struggled to put on my tight jeans faster and once I finally succeeded the ugly devil decided to raise up his head while he placed a hand on the side I had hit him grunting in pain.

“Hey, what's up with you?” I scoffed. Just a tiny clock and he already lost his memory. I pressed my hand on the door knob but for some reason, the handle stiffened. I smirked and pressed on harder. The door lock had been damaged and so I was locked in with this monster that sat on the bed with a smirk on his face.

My eyes caught a long iron, I took it, hitting on the door. It seemed like the latter was finally coming back to life as all he said were grunts and the word “bitch” every minute.
I grunted trying to open the fvcking door, and then my eyes caught the window. It wasn't so small, I looked down as I raised the curtain above. It was quite high and jumping it could mean death but with this man, I'd rather flee than to choose survival with him.

I trembled as I pushed the window with more effort and finally the stiff window opened to my strength. I climbed on it with one leg and the second had me sit as if it was not some tall window. I shut my eyes in fear of what would befall me when suddenly, a grip tightened on my hair, sending pains to my scalp and even a pull to my body. I turned over and Andre was at my back with a wide smile that resembled a grin plastered to his face.

But no! I wasn't going to let him have me.

With a final jerk, I hit his hands off me and jumped down. N
o warning — no second thoughts.