Fated To Save You- By: Tina Marie

Chapter 11 - Confrontation

Last Updated on 2024-10-10 19:19:37

Wren’s breaths came in ragged gasps as she pleaded with Trevor, her voice trembling with fear. Her pleas seemed to dissolve into the air, absorbed by the oppressive silence of the abandoned house.

Trevor's grip was like iron as he held Wren down on the couch. His eyes, dark and unyielding, bore into hers. He leaned in, his breath hot and stifling against her skin. The kiss he pressed to her neck was cold and mechanical, devoid of warmth or affection. His lips then trailed to hers, claiming them with a rough, demanding pressure.

Desperation surged through Wren. She bit his lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh. Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and he recoiled, a snarl of pain twisting his features.

“You bitch!” Trevor spat, the sting of her defiance evident in his voice. His hand connected with her cheek in a violent slap that left her reeling.

“You deserve it!” Wren’s voice cracked, defiance mingling with her fear.

But Trevor was relentless. His weight pressed down on her, pinning her to the couch. Wren fought back with all the strength she could muster, her legs kicking and her arms flailing. She managed to bring her knee up sharply, connecting with his groin. Trevor’s pained grunt filled the room as he collapsed, clutching himself.

Seizing the moment, Wren scrambled to her feet and bolted for the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached the threshold, her fingers fumbling with the doorknob. But as she stepped outside, a jolt of pain shot through her scalp. Trevor’s hand had seized her by her hair, yanking her backward with a brutal force.

“Don’t think you can escape that easily,” Trevor growled, his voice low and menacing.

Wren’s eyes filled with tears as she cried out, “Please let me go. Don’t do this again.”

Trevor’s face twisted into a cruel smile. “I want your body as payment.”

Wren’s heart sank at his words. She could barely muster the strength to ask, “Why?”

“Because I can,” Trevor said simply, his voice dripping with a chilling sense of entitlement.

His grip tightened as he dragged her back inside the house, through the darkened hallways to a small, dingy bedroom. The room was sparsely furnished, the air heavy with the musty scent of neglect. Trevor’s eyes were cold as he pulled her roughly toward the bed, his intentions clear.

With a swift, brutal motion, Trevor forced Wren onto the bed. He quickly retrieved handcuffs from a drawer and secured her wrists to the bedposts. He then bound each of her ankles to the foot of the bed, rendering her helpless. Wren’s heart raced, her breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps.

Trevor’s hands were rough and unfeeling as he ripped at her clothes, the fabric tearing easily under his force. He kissed her with a fervor that was more about dominance than desire, his touch leaving bruises in its wake.

Wren’s cries and pleas were met with indifference. Trevor’s hands roamed over her body with a frightening sense of possession. His voice, laced with a sickening satisfaction, reached her ears. “Fight all you want. You can’t move now.”

The room seemed to close in on her as Trevor’s rough thrusts overwhelmed her senses. The pain was sharp and unrelenting, mingling with a profound sense of violation. Her attempts to shield herself were futile, her body responding to his aggression with a helplessness that left her feeling utterly defeated.

“Stop… please stop,” Wren begged, her voice barely a whisper.

Trevor’s response was a cruel, mocking smile. “It feels good for me, babe,” he said, his tone dripping with malice.

As the ordeal reached its peak, Trevor’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing tightly. Wren’s vision blurred, and her mind felt as if it were drifting into a void. She could feel the numbness spreading through her body as Trevor’s satisfaction grew.

When he finally pulled away, his smile was one of twisted triumph. He uncuffed her, releasing her from the restraints but leaving her limp and broken. He took one final, disdainful look at her unconscious form, his lips curling into a smirk.

“That will teach you to deny me,” Trevor said, his voice cold and filled with menace. “This is just the beginning of my revenge. I’ll see you again.”

With that, he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The house fell into an eerie silence, broken only by Wren’s shallow breaths as she lay motionless, her world shattered by Trevor’s cruelty.

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Wren Andrews

Vibrant, Outgoing, and Lovable Has become depressed, quiet, and suicidal Daughter of Jeremy and Vanessa Andrews 19 years old College Student and Future CEO of JVW Enterprises
Conner Wilson

Popular, Warm, Outgoing, and Top of Class Has had a crush on Wren for 5 years Oldest son of William and Sarah Wilson 22 years old College Student (Business) and Future CEO of WinX Inc
Riley Wilson

Funny, Likes to party, and is super flirty Conner’s little brother and best friend 19 years old BFF with Wren and Riley College student/Slacker Future Vice President of WinX Inc
Stormi Collins

Lovable, Kind, Studies a lot, and super cute personality Wren’s best friend and cousin 19 years old College Student living with Wren’s family Future Vice President of JVW Enterprises
Rex Smith

Handsome, Popular, and Good at sports Conner’s best friend 21 years old Son of Ryan and Becca Smith College Student (Business)
Trevor Wilkins

Wren’s boyfriend/Ex Secretive, Badboy, and Jerk 22 years old Son of Matthew and Leslie Wilkins College Student (Computer Science)