by Vicki Green
My Savior Forever
By
Vicki Green
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Vicki Green Copyright © 2013
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 9781467577106
No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form.
Cover design by Cover It Designs.
*Due to a graphic rape scene, strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
The most important dedication: My husband, Dean and sons Charles (C.J.) and Cole. Your support through all of this is beyond amazing. I love you more than my words could ever tell you. More than my actions could ever show you. You are my heart and my life!
I would like to dedicate this, my first book, to all of the Author’s I have had the honor to read their books. They have all inspired me in different ways. To my first reader’s and all the reader’s along the way, without you this is not possible. My heart is so full of love for you all!
Acknowledgements
I would like to acknowledge the following for without you I would not have had the encouragement, the help with pre reading, re reading and your honest feedback and suggestions to follow my dreams.
First and most important, ‘Morning after a Good Book’, book blog. Annie and Heather, as I have told you before YOU ROCK! Seriously, without you, your support, advice, recommendations, I never could have done this! I owe you both so much! Our late night rendezvous on Facebook with laughing, sharing pictures, gave me the much needed break’s from writing and our friendship formed. More than that though, I cannot express the gratitude of you taking me under your wings. You have helped me every step of the way through this and for that you have my undying love and gratitude. You’ll never know how much I appreciate you! Just one more word, ‘Roadtrip’!!!!!!!!!
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My Beta Reader extraordinaire, Megan! I learned so much from you as you made your way through my book countless times. You amazed me with your suggestions, pointing out sections that could be better worded and what things to do research on to make it better. You took time out of your busy life to help me make my book a work of art and I Thank You, from the bottom of my heart.
Another Beta Reader, Darlene. You gave me such a ‘High’ every time you gave me your opinions. Seriously, I didn’t think I would ever come down. That encouraged me to push harder to get my book finished.
I had a few other Author’s pre read my book and their opinions and suggestions helped me learn so much. Their praise and reviews made me feel like my head was in the clouds. They made me think even more that my book was worth publishing.
‘Cover it Designs’, you were so fast and wonderful to work with. You knew I was struggling to get a cover made and you jumped on it. You jumped in and with your suggestions you were able to create just what I had been looking for in a matter of a few days. It was a pleasure working with you and look forward to more in the near future.
To my friends at work who had to endure me constantly talking about my exciting adventure in writing this book, I know, I owe you. You know who you are.
Table of Contents
Prologue 8
Chapter one 10
Chapter two 16
Chapter three 25
Chapter four 31
Chapter five 38
Chapter six 43
Chapter seven 49
Chapter eight 53
Chapter nine 59
Chapter ten 68
Chapter eleven 75
Chapter twelve 78
Chapter thirteen 87
Chapter fourteen 93
Chapter fifteen 96
Chapter sixteen 102
Chapter seventeen 108
Chapter eighteen 113
Chapter nineteen 117
Chapter twenty 123
Chapter twenty-one 128
Chapter twenty-two 133
Chapter twenty-three 138
Chapter twenty-four 150
Chapter twenty-five 155
Chapter twenty-six 160
Chapter twenty-seven 165
Chapter twenty-eight 169
Chapter twenty-nine 174
Chapter thirty 181
Chapter thirty-one 191
Chapter thirty-two 201
Chapter thirty-three 209
Chapter thirty-four 215
Chapter thirty-five 222
Chapter thirty-six 233
Chapter thirty-seven 236
Chapter thirty-eight 241
Chapter thirty-nine 248
Chapter forty 258
Epilogue 264
Prologue
I moved around a lot growing up. I ended up in a small town in Kansas. I needed a job in the worst way, but I didn’t know how to do anything really except cleaning up after slobs.
When I saw the ‘Need Help’ sign in the window of The Sweet Café, I literally ran in there to apply. I explained I didn’t know how to do much and they hired me anyway saying they would train me. How cool is that?
I had nowhere to live and no money. When they found that out, the owner Stella told me about the room over the Café. “It’s not much but it’s clean,” she told me. “Unfortunately the only way to get there is the fire escape stairs in the alley.”
After getting the key I went up to look at it. It is very small but perfect for me and she told me I could live there free as long as I work for her. Wow!
I was not comfortable learning how to waitress yet so I kept the kitchen, bathroom, tables and really the entire Café clean.
Stella quickly started calling me ‘pumpkin’. I’m not sure why, but she has become like a mother to me. I was also building relationships with the cook, Peter, and my favorite down-to-earth waitresses, Brenda and Lana.
This was the best thing that has ever happened to me since my parents were killed in a car accident when I was seven. After living in, way too many to count, foster homes I had never stayed anywhere long enough to become friends with anyone or wanted to really.
I am 5’ 6” and am about 110 lbs. I know I am way too skinny. My friends where I work are always trying to get me to eat more, to put at least a couple of pounds on. My eyes are a light green, they almost look blue, and I have light strawberry blonde hair that hangs down to my waist, which needs a trim desperately!
I don’t think I am beautiful or anything but my new friends keep telling me I am. “Girl, if I had that figure, those C cup boobs, that long wavy hair and your great complexion, I would leave this Café in a heartbeat and become a model,” Lana would laugh.
I spent most nights in my small apartment reading. I don’t have a TV or anything else to entertain me, and I certainly don’t have the extra money to go to the movie theatre, so reading it is. But I’m okay with that as I love to read. My favorite books are Romance Novels. Oh, I would love to meet a handsome man who sweeps me off my feet and who will take care of me and love me. I sigh. A girl has to have her dreams, right?
Chapter one
I awake shivering. Slowly opening my eyes I try to look around me, but they are out of focus, so I close them again. I am so cold, and my teeth are chattering. What the hell? I know its winter here in Kansas, but I don’t remember being this cold before now. Opening my eyes again they seem to be slowly regaining their focus. I look around the room I am in and see faded, stripping wallpaper w
ith some kind of flowers on a pale yellow background. There is a small dresser and a window on my right, but the window is covered with curtains that are closed so no light is coming in. The curtains are a very pale yellow to match the wallpaper.
Looking to my left, I see a set of double sliding doors which I assume is a closet and to the right of that is another door. Maybe a bathroom? In front of me is yet another door. Could be the bedroom door.
As I am looking around the room, freezing to death, I look down at my body. Oh my God, I am naked!!! No wonder I am so freaking cold!
I try and move my legs but can’t move them either. I see that each foot is tied by rope to the end of the bed, causing my legs to be spread open. Oh, this is not good at all.
My sleepy state has me so confused. To clear my mind, I try to bring my hands from their uncomfortable position stretched above me to rub my eyes, but my hands don’t move. I look up and see they are tied by a rope to the headboard of the bed. What? What the fuck is going on?
A door nearby shuts with force. I hear footsteps from outside the bedroom that are coming closer. Oh my God, what am I going to do? My heart is beating so loudly I can feel it in my ears.
The bedroom door opens and a man stands in the doorway looking at me with a sly smile on his face. The lighting is dim in here, but I can see that he is well built, not bad looking but then he smiles wide showing his teeth, which are yellowed and chipped.
“So, you’re finally awake. I thought I was going to have to come in and pour a bucket of water over you to get you to come to, not that I wouldn’t mind seeing your body glistening,” he says with a smirk.
My mind is on high alert, and I can’t help but feel dirty as his eyes scan my naked body pausing at my hardened nipples that fear and the arctic temperature are causing.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I ask through my chattering teeth.
“Oh, are you cold? Sorry, my bad! Here let me turn up the furnace for you,” he says sarcastically. He turns around is gone for a second and when he comes back in he walks to stand at the end of the bed.
“Please, let me go. I woo-woo-won’t tell anyone. I prooo-promise,” I said shivering and near tears.
“No can do, sweetie. You see, you are just what the doctored ordered. We’re going to have so much fun,” he says laughing. Looking straight into my eyes, he begins to take off his shirt. It’s a torn, faded t-shirt that you can’t even see what the design is on it anymore.
“Please, don’t! Please let me go.” I am begging now. I know what he has in mind. I am a virgin and this is not how I imagined my virginity would be taken from me.
“Calm down. You will love this, I promise,” he sneers.
Still looking into my eyes he begins to undo his pants starting with his belt. I struggle against the ropes, but they are so tight, I can barely move. He slides his pants down towards the floor along with his underwear, the buckle making a jingly sound as he removes both legs from his pants. Once he is fully naked he begins to crawl up the bed towards me. I begin to scream loudly while struggling.
“NO, NO, NO!!!! Let me go!!!!!” Over and over again I scream. He starts laughing at me as he crawls over my body settling between my legs. He puts his hands on either side of my face, holding my head still and begins to rub his thumbs across my cheeks. “Shhh, Shhhh, this will be fun, I promise” he whispers.
He licks the tears that are flowing down my cheek. He continues to lick down to my jaw, my neck and down to my breasts. Nibbling and licking as he goes until he bites my nipple hard leaving marks on my unblemished flesh. As the tears continue to puddle at my temple, I cry out in pain with each nip he takes.
“I’m going to mark your body with my teeth and fuck you so hard you will be begging me for more,” he laughs deviously. He takes his right hand and moves it down to my left breast and fondles it. He then squeezes it hard and I yell out in pain. Then he pinches my nipple again so hard that I scream. His hand moves down farther putting a finger into my opening. “Stop, please. Stop!” I yell squirming under him. Apparently, he could care less about my screaming because next thing I know he is trying to push his cock into my vagina. Struggling because of my restrained legs, he put his other hand under my bottom and lifts me, then thrusts his cock into me.
I had heard that when you lose your virginity there is a searing pain as your seal is broken but then it goes away fairly quickly and then you feel pleasure. The pain has subsided, but what I feel is not pleasure.
He begins slamming his cock into me over and over and over. The whole bed is moving from his force. I am still screaming and my teeth are still chattering, but he continues. He takes his right hand from my breast and slaps my face, HARD moving my face to the right. Oh, my God that hurt! I stop screaming and grimace. The left side of my face feels like it’s on fire. I turn my face straight again and see him smiling at me. I begin screaming at him again to let me go. He hits me this time on my cheek. “OWWWWWW,” I scream.
“Stop screaming. I am sick of it,” he yells at me as he pounds in and out of me.
The left side of my face is throbbing with pain and my left eye keeps blinking and watering.
He is crushing me with his weight that I have a hard time breathing. I feel his sweat dripping on my body and can smell his horrible body odor.
He lets out a loud moan and stops in mid thrust, looking right into my eyes. I can feel his sperm invading my core. He’s finally had enough of me. He pulls his now limp and blood covered penis from my sore and aching body. He gets up, finding his t-shirt on the floor and cleans himself. He looks at me, winks, and walks out the door closing it behind him. I begin to shake uncontrollably from the cold and from the crying for what I’ve lost. What is going to happen to me now? When he gets his fill is he going to kill me?
Chapter two
As my head begins to clear, my groggy brain starts to remember what happened. I was going to go to the grocery store to get some things and was walking out of the alley. As I got to the sidewalk a man approached me. He had a smile on his face and was asking me directions to somewhere. I can’t remember exactly where. As he was talking, I began looking around to see if there were other people close by, just in case I needed to scream but it's late evening and no one seemed to be around.
Then before I knew it, he grabs me around the waist swinging me around so I am in front of him, my back to his chest. He covers my mouth with some rag or something and I start choking with some kind of horrid smell in my nose and taste in my mouth. I struggle, oh I struggle! But it’s no use. He is way too strong for me.
The man continues to hold the rag over my mouth, holding me tight while I try to get away. My brain began to get groggy and my eyes started blinking rapidly. He started to half drag me to a waiting car that I hadn’t noticed before, parked by the curb we were close to. I began to struggle harder knowing that if he gets me in the car it will be over for me.
He opens the back seat passenger side door and tried to push me in there from behind. I started getting so sleepy that I am not sure I can get away from him which I am sure that was his intent all along. I get one of my arms free and place it on the side of the car pushing against it to try and stop him. He lets go of my waist for a split second and grabs my arm pulling it behind me then quickly his arm goes back around my waist again. His other hand, with the rag, pushes it harder against my mouth. I can’t breathe so I have no choice but to inhale as deep as I can and that was it. That is the last thing I remember.
~*~*~*~
I must have fallen asleep or passed out, not sure which at this point. My body is aching and my left side of my face hurts so badly. I try to open my eyes but only my right eye will open. Great my left eye is swollen shut. I can’t hear any noises coming from outside of the bedroom door. I wonder if he left the house again or is just passed out from the bliss he had given himself.
It feels like I had been lying here for hours when I hear a door from the outside slam shut. I can now hear voices, both men’s vo
ices, yelling at each other, but I can’t make out what they are saying.
The bedroom door opens so fast it slams against the wall. There is a very large man standing in the doorway. He has long black hair that hangs down his chest to almost his waist. He is scowling at me and shaking his head.
“Damn it Mick, I told you I was to get her first. What the hell were you thinking? I could shoot you for this!” He yells at this so called Mick.
“I told you, I was breaking her in for you, Willie. I was getting her ready for you,” he says, a little fear in his voice. Willie looks at Mick with another scowl on his face then he yells, “I told you she was mine first you asshole! Seriously, sometimes I wonder why the fuck I haven’t killed you yet. Now, get out of my face and get the hell away!”
Mick backs out of the room and slowly closes the door. Willie looks at me. His eyes look at my face and then follows down my body slowly then making their way back up to my eyes. “He shouldn’t have hit you. He shouldn’t have touched you except to bring you here. I wanted to be the first to have you, to hit you, to make you scream in pain,” he growls. His eyes are black and cold.
He undresses quickly. He is freaking huge! Not only his arms and his chest but his cock. Oh My God! He begins to stroke his cock like he is priming himself, looking straight into my eyes the whole time.
“Why are you doing this? Please let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone, I swear!!!” I beg.
He just laughs at me, laughing so hard he bends his head back. Looking back down into my eyes he yells, “I know you won’t say anything, bitch! It’s hard to speak when you’re dead.” I gasped and then begin to cry.
Laughing he says, “You can cry, you can scream all you want, as loud as you want. I don’t give a fuck. It won’t help you.” He starts to crawl over me. I scream so loud that I think my voice is starting to leave me. He hits me, again on the left side of my face. I groan and am now looking to my right. I decide just to stay there because this way I can’t see him anymore. Roughly pulling my bottom up with both hands he rams his cock into me. I am so sore from earlier and his cock is so much bigger than Mick’s I feel pain searing inside me. He then hits me with his fist into my left rib cage. I scream out in pain. “Bitch you need to move with me. Give me a good fuck! I will bleed you if you don’t. Do it!” He screams at me.
