No Limits

by Knox, Elizabeth

  With his life.

  Chapter Seven

  The Rage

  I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the warmth from Gregory’s body and the hectic day, followed by the even more chaotic night, found me dozing. Part of me was grateful for the sleep while the other half wanted to stay up and plan. I considered a large knife or a gun but getting access to one would have been difficult. I assumed until he trusted me, Gregory wasn’t going to let me out of his sight.

  I thought maybe I could push him from the Statue of Liberty when we went today, but I was pretty sure I remembered there were windows in the crown that didn’t open. It was cold enough I could push him from the boat, but the amount of witnesses present would guarantee prison time, and that was not going to happen. I may not have wanted my son when I gave him up, but now that I knew the fine young boy he had turned into, I was going to raise him come hell or high water.

  I still didn’t have a solid plan in place, other than poison when we got home from the honeymoon, but frankly I didn’t want him anywhere near the children if I could help it. Something was bound to come to me, or I’d see what opportunities arose over the next few days. The hardest part would be pretending I didn’t care about the rape and acting like the perfect newlywed. Luckily for me, I had plenty of experience acting, living day to day keeping my dark secret in the recesses of my mind so as not to scare anyone around me. It was part of who I was now, and I would use it to my advantage.

  Carefully, I crawled out of bed, leaving Gregory snoring on his side. I needed a shower, and I needed to rid myself of his smell for as long as I could. I knew he would take me again and again until I put an end to it, but at least for now I could try and rinse away the filth.

  “Where are you going?” He yawned, turning over and looking at me, obviously in the early stages of waking up.

  “I’m just going to go jump in the shower, my love. I’ll be quick, I’m sure you’ll want one too. Yesterday was quite the day.”

  I tried injecting some pep and happiness into my voice, but I didn’t know how convincing I was.

  “It sure was, my everything. Don’t take too long, I want to fuck my pussy again before we go out.”

  His crude tone and words sent shivers through my spine and plastered on my best fake smile as I turned away from him. Every fiber of being wanted to vomit and then smother him with a pillow, but I knew that wouldn’t be the way it ended. I had to be smart, I had to have a plan.

  I shut the door and headed for the large shower. I was still naked so as soon as the water heated up, I climbed inside and stepped under it, letting the lava like liquid coat my body. I was sore from head to toe, but I could feel the heat relax my muscles and wash away the disgust from my body. If only it could do the same thing to my memories. If it wasn’t for Cadence, I would have though a lobotomy would be the best option, but I knew I needed to fight for my son, and my freedom.

  “Knock, Knock,” the shower door opened. “Can I join you?” Gregory asked.

  With my face away from him, I scowled, but I answered in my happy voice. “Of course!”

  His hands found my body immediately and it took everything in me not to flinch or pull away. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he kissed the side of my head and wrapped his arms around my naked body.

  “I love you so much Hayley. I’m so glad we are finally together. I’ve waited so long.”

  The lump in my throat made it impossible for me to respond. I couldn’t give away my position and so I did the only thing I could do, I turned in his arms and wrapped my arms around him. If I didn’t speak, I couldn’t incriminate myself.

  “Someone feeling feisty this morning?” Gregory lifted his eyebrows.

  I buried my head in his chest, feigning embarrassment but hiding my rage.

  Without warning, Gregory put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. “You don’t know this about me, Hayley, but from now on, I will require a morning blow job. I’ve dreamt about that succulent mouth around my cock for eleven long years, and now it’s mine.”

  His hands found their way into my wet hair as he grabbed on tight and thrusted his cock down my throat with no ease or finese. I immediately gagged, my body convulsing, trying to spew the nothing I had eaten.

  “Oh, fuck yes. It’s even better than I thought,” he moaned pulling out and shoving back in at a jack hammers pace. My natural reaction was to push on his thighs to get away, but he was too strong and he knew that. Over and over he fucked my throat as tears rained down my face mingling with the hot water coming from the spout. My knees screamed out in agony and my jaw ached. For several long minutes he fucked my mouth like a cunt as I retched and gagged repeatedly.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he grunted, pulling my face all the way down, my nose jammed into his belly. The hot salty liquid oozed down my throat as I felt him throb in my mouth. My body heaved at the intrusion and I used all my might to pull out of his grasp.

  “You better not spit a fucking drop of that, bitch. I’ve been saving that for you,” he screamed as I fell back, involuntarily swallowing his cum.

  I watched as he continued milking the last of it from his cock, wishing like hell I would have had the common sense to just bite down when I had the chance.

  When he was done, without a word he got out of the shower and flinged a towel around his waist. “Hurry up in there,” he yelled. “I need a shower too.”

  And just like that he was gone, leaving me on a pile on the floor. Part of me wanted to cry and hide inside of myself, but the stronger part of me knew his was just acting fuel to my already raging fire. I stood up and let the water wash away my last tear. No more would I cry for this man, or what should have been. If he wanted a war, a war was what he was going to get.

  Fifteen minutes later, with a towel wrapped around me, I exited the bathroom. “It’s all yours my love,” I smiled and headed towards my suitcase to get dressed.

  “I have an amazing day planned for us Hayley. Make sure to wear some comfortable shoes, and a skirt. We’re going to be doing a lot of walking, and some other things, if you know what I mean,” he laughed, winking at me.

  I chuckled back, my smile turning into a scowl as the bathroom door closed behind him.

  I’d play his game for now, I thought as I pulled out one of my longer skirts and a tight sweater, but he was at the end of his rope, and soon I would be able to hang him from it. I was like an angry cobra, and I was ready to strike.

  At the end of the day, I cursed Gregory for bringing me to New York. I had always wanted to visit, but with every sight seeing adventure we went on, I found myself thinking of ways I could make him disappear. He had ruined the beauty for me, and I doubted I would ever want to come back again. I was tainted, and so was the city.

  I also knew as soon as everything was over, I would burn every article of clothing that I had ever worn for him. Everything that touched my body had also touched his, and the repulsion from it made me want to vomit.

  By the time we got back to the hotel, all I wanted was to wash away the entire day in the shower, but Gregory had other plans for me. It didn’t matter that he had pulled up my skirt and finger fucked me in the back of the elevator on the way to the top of the Empire state building. It didn’t matter that he had bent me over a trashcan in a back alley and fucked my cunt until I was dripping down my legs, and it didn’t matter that he face fucked me again behind the cafe we went to for lunch, he still wanted me again.

  “Get on the bed my love, I need you again,” he cooed, looking at me with sinful delight behind his cold dead eyes.

  “Gregory, please,” I tried pleading, “I’m so tired.”

  His hand on my cheek sent me both figuratively and literally reeling back.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you want or how you’re feeling. That pretty little cunt is mine. That warm, wet mouth is mine, and now I’m going to claim that ass as mine too.”

  I tried to back away, but he was too quick, the look in his eyes
too feral to even try. My only recourse now was to relax, and hope and pray it would be over soon.

  He pounced, like a wild cat, pinning me down and ripping my sweater from my body. “If you cooperate, my love, this will only hurt a little bit,” he bent down, whispering into my ear. I tried desperately to relax my body, but fear coursed through me as he violently pushed up my skirt and shoved as much as he could into my mouth. “We don’t want the neighbors calling the front desk now do we?” He asked.

  I watched in terror as he lifted my legs, propping my ankles on his shoulders, and spit into his hand, massaging it into his rock hard cock. He stroked over and over, tilting his head back to enjoy the sensation, and when he was ready his positioned his cock at the tight ring of my ass and slowly pushed his way in.

  I cried out in shock at the unexpected intrusion of my virgin hole. This was agony, and the scariest part of my living nightmare.

  “You need to relax,” he grunted. “I don’t want to tear you.”

  I took a deep breath around my gag and forced my body to calm down and open up to his cock. I didn’t want to, but I knew this would only end when he was done, and the more I relaxed, the faster he could cum and I could be in peace.

  He spit on his hand again and massaged his cock and around my asshole, getting the last bit of lubricant he needed to seat himself completely inside of me.

  “I’m not going to last long, my love. Your ass is so fucking tight,” he hissed out from between his teeth. I thanked God for small miracles.

  Thankfully he was right and no more than two minutes later, I felt his cock swell inside of me, pulsing with his release. I wanted to sigh in relief, but I feared that would only fan the flames of his lust. He had already cum four times today, God only knew how many more could possibly be in store.

  Chapter Eight

  The End

  I woke up early the next day, my nightmare rocking through me at an intensity I had not experienced in years. It was vivid, and cruel, and thanks to the sleeping man next to me, it had changed. Not only did I dream of eleven years ago, somehow my subconscious had rewarded me with including the last twenty-four hours into it. At one moment, I was in the alley behind the diner, and in the next I was in the hotel or on the streets of New York. My mind knew no peace, and with that, neither did my body.

  As slowly and silently as I could, I got out of bed and headed for the shower. After stealing my anal virginity, Gregory wanted me twice more before he finally passed out. Never in my life had I felt more disgusted, and never in my life had I felt so strong. Every time he came in me, it was as if he was injecting me with the power I needed to defeat him. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt that today would be the day my nightmares ended. I didn’t know how, but somewhere deep in my mind, I knew.

  It didn’t take long for my shower to be interrupted, and just as he had the morning before, I found myself being orally raped by my own husband. It no longer came as a shock to me, and halfway through it, I was able to disassociate from my own mind and watch from above. I could have shut my eyes, but I watched him. I needed the anger in my body to overtake me, I needed the hatred to flood my veins. I wasn’t a murderer by nature, so I would need every ounce of memories of these past few days to get me through what was in store for today. I would probably have nightmares of this day for the rest of my life, but they would be on my terms from now on; not his.

  After the showers and breakfast, Gregory let me know he would be taking me out of the city and we would drive the hour and half to Philly. He told me had been craving a Philly cheesesteak and he wanted to take me to the aquarium in South Jersey.

  “Are you excited my love?” He looked over at me, his left hand on the steering wheel of the rental truck, and his left mildly squeezing the top of my thigh.

  I painted on my excited face and smiled at him.

  “You’re going to love Philadelphia, I think,” he made small talk as if the last few days hadn’t occurred, and we truly were a happy couple. “It’s so rich in culture and there is so much to see. I think I like it better than New York to be honest.”

  Even though I had never been, I mentally agreed with him. I now hated New York, and nothing would ever change that.

  Continuing to chatter on about the upcoming bridge we were about to cross, I tuned him out and relived my honeymoon, letting the anger and rage boil within my body.

  “Are you listening to me?” I heard just barely.

  “I’m sorry, I was admiring the view, my everything,” I said, “What were you saying?”

  He scoffed at me and frowned but continued speaking. “This is the Goethals bridge. It was built in 1928. They just renovated this side of the bridge and are in the middle of renovating the other side.”

  I sat up in my seat to look. As he said, our side of the bridge was open and flowing, but the center divider was down, and orange cones blocked off the other side of traffic.

  “I heard someone drove off this bridge a few years ago,” he laughed, “Dumb fuck died on impact.”

  Something inside of my mind snapped, and I knew my opportunity had arisen. Letting go of Gregory’s hand, I deftly and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and in one quick move I jumped over the center console grabbed the wheel and turned as hard as I could into the orange cones.

  “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING,” Gregory screamed, trying to hit the brakes, but it was too late.

  Like slow motion I watched as the front of the truck plummeted off the bridge, dipping down, the back end following us. We were both going to die, but I didn’t care. My torment would be over and I would never have to look at his face ever again.

  With moments before we slammed into our watery graves, I took a brief second to think about Cadence and Sarah. They would stay with my mom I hoped, and I prayed they wouldn’t grieve too much. I looked at the frightened look on Gregory’s face and I smiled my first smile since my sham marriage.

  “The End,” I whispered as the world around me went dark.

  Chapter Nine

  The Beginning

  If this was heaven, I didn’t ever want to leave. My body felt light, even floaty, my mind foggy. Where was I exactly? I wasn’t sure, but it felt nice. I tried opening my eyes, but nothing happened, as if bricks weighted down my eyelids. How had I come to be in this mystery place of darkness.

  I tried to think of the last thing I did, but there was nothing there. I tried to remember my last moment in the light, and still nothing came to me. Maybe it was better if I just drifted back into dream land where nothing could plague my empty mind.

  I woke again, but this time the floaty feeling wasn’t anywhere near as potent. Along with that, I could feel my body, and I didn’t like the way that it felt as if every bone in my body was broken. I tried wiggling my toes and nothing happened. I tried my fingers, and again felt nothing. The only thing I could feel was the pounding in my head. I needed to go back to sleep.

  Several minutes later, or it could have been hours, I wasn’t exactly sure, I woke again. The feeling of floating was completely gone, but the pain in my head roared on. I tried opening my eyes, and this time, light blinded through as soon as I did.

  “Welcome back, Miss.” a female voice sounded from far away. “Do you know where you are?”

  I blinked rapidly and looked around. “Um, a hospital,” my answer came out in a whisper.

  “Very good,” and do you know what hospital?” She asked.

  I thought about it, but nothing came to mind.

  The nurse frowned but quickly smiled again. “That’s alright sugar, it’ll come to you. Can you tell me your name?” she asked.

  I opened my mouth to answer her, but no sound came out. What was my name? I racked through my brain trying to find the answer. I knew I was in a hospital, and I had said so, so I knew I could speak, but how could I not know my own name?

  “I’m going to call the doctor, ok sugar. You just wait here.”

  I rolled my eyes. Like I was going anywhere. I took a few momen
ts to look at my body. I was apparently right in thinking I had broken every bone, or close to it. Almost everything I could see was in a cast which also explained why I couldn’t wiggle my toes.

  A few moments later a handsome young doctor came in, and I flinched. Why did I do that?

  “Hello, Ma’am. My name is Doctor Scott, and what is yours?”

  I scrunched up my eyebrows and thought again.

  Name. Name. My name is…….

  Nothing. I had no idea.

  “That’s ok. You hit your head pretty hard it seems.”

  “What happened to me?” I asked him.

  “Well, I don’t know too much, but the police and the ambulance who brought you in said you were pulled out of the river after going over a bridge.”

  Both the doctor and the nurse looked at me, hoping they had sparked some memory with his words, but still I came up blank.

  “That’s alright, dear,” the nurse cooed at me. “It might take some time for the memories to come back.”

  “But will they?” I asked the doctor.

  “It’s hard to say at this stage. But you are young, and you did remarkably well in surgery, although I can’t say the same about the man you were with.”

  “I was with a man?” I asked him, my mind still blank.

  “The divers pulled you both out of the water. The man is still in a coma though. So until either you remember, or he wakes up and can tell us, for now we will call you Jane, is that alright?”