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"Sorry"
"M' so sorry," he repeats, voice raspy as he whispers the hollow words into her neck. Like he's the one in pain, suffering, even though it's her body that's being violated as he pushes inside. No she's sure he's doing anything but suffering while he rearranges her insides to fit him, forces himself inside with no regard for her and what-
Ellie squeezes her eyes shut, nose scrunching as he hits her cervix. She grunts in response to another sorry, another fucking sorry.
Despite what the pain in her body is telling her she's really more annoyed than hurt.
Annoyed that she's pinned against the disgusting bathroom stall, her cheek smushed against graffitied profanity describing exactly how she feels right now.
Whore, slut, bitch.
Annoyed that her ugly private school uniform skirt is getting dirty on the floor. The tacky plaid fabric mixing with the immortal stans of various origins.
Annoyed she has to wear a skirt in general.
Annoyed he shoved himself in without preparation, not even bothering to spit on his cock before inpailing her. That it hurts like hell as he presses against her cervix as if he's trying to get inside. Get inside to violate her womb next, because no part of her is sacred anymore.
Only truly angry about the fact he didn't even care to ask if she wanted to.
Joel's lips press roughly onto her exposed throat, nipping and sucking inconsideratly. His beard scratches her shoulder, itching. Her legs wobble as she struggles on her tiptoes, school shoe tips getting scuffed on the floor.
She adds on another complaint to her list, annoyed she'll have to use makeup to cover up the new marks tomorrow morning.
"Baby I'm sorry," he whispers, the words not even sounding real anymore, gibberish as he frantically unbuttons her uniform shirt. He struggles with it for a long moment, his hips moving from thrusting to grinding against her until he finally remembers how to use his hands.
Joel's fingers are hot and sweaty as he shoves his palm into her shirt, breathing desperately as he grabs her tit. He squeezes, rough, as his motions start back up. Slamming her into the wall while she can't do anything but take it. Most of the time she can pretend it's not happening, but not here.
Not here where the air smells so heavily of chemicals and piss that the scent keeps her seated firmly in her own head.
He pinches her nipple, rudely twisting and tugging.
The unlubed friction is starting to get to her, insides squeezing around him like a noose to try and push out the intrusion. Joel moans raspily into her neck, warm and reverberating. "You said you weren't going to do this at school anymore," she fusses, but the words sound more pathetic and winey than angry. Not like how they sounded in her head.
His motions become ever messier, his tounge lapping at the sweat collecting on her neck. " I can't just can't help myself kiddo," he says, barely audible, even with him next to her ear; nuzzling into her shoulder. His pants fall from his hips to his feet, and it gives her a little pleasure to know his bottoms are dirty now too.
Though she's sure he won't have to deal with cum dripping out onto his underwear during class.
"It can't be that fucking hard to control yourself," she snaps, feeling her leg muscles strain from the position, cramping. She can hear him getting ready to mumble another useless apology- but before the words can form she cuts him off, "Just hurry up and finish already."
Ellie reaches her hand back, grabbing onto his hair where his face presses into her shoulder. She tugs, hisses a curse while his cock twitches and throbs inside of her.
Joel spills into her with a moan, his hands stilling under her uniform shirt. Whole palm engulfing her tit as he gives her a final squeeze before pulling out.
Her legs feel like jello as he moves away from her, leaving her hunched against the wall to recover. Bow-legged, trembling.
"I'm sorry."
Ellie runs her fingers through the cum slowly beginning to seep out of her, stained light pink from blood. "Just go," she says, voice raspy, refusing to look at him as she slowly bends to pull her skirt back up.
She almost flinches when he runs his knuckles over her back, gentle, fatherly. Switching between personalites quickly it's almost jarring. "I'll.. see you at home," her father says a bit sadly. Ellie only allows herself breathe once the bathroom door swings shut.
It only takes a few seconds for her legs to give out, she falls to a sit, curls up in on herself, and cries. Rocking herself in a ball like she did as child. She cries until a teacher comes knocking to tell her off for skipping class.
Again.