WARNING: This chapter contains some mature content.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there…frozen. I hoped that it was just dumb luck that he stopped in front of that tree. I prayed that he didn’t really know. But there was no point…he did.
He bent down and looked through the opening. When he saw me, the most sickeningly evil sneer came across his face.
“Hello Haylee,” he said sadistically. “I knew I’d find you here.”
“NO!” I screamed as he grabbed my ankle, pulling me out of the tree. “No! Derek please! I’m sorry!”
“Ohoho no Haylee,” he laughed evilly. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time. Not only did you make me look like an idiot in front of everyone and ruin my clothes…”
He pinned me to the ground and ripped open my button-up shirt. He bent over me and licked my neck as he squeezed my breast. It felt like ice was running through my veins.
“I was getting ready to fuck that bitch…” he whispered in my ear, causing me to shudder. “But since you came in and fucked it up…I’m going to fuck you instead.”
“No!” I cried out and began squirming under him, trying to get free. I squeezed the still closed knife in my hand. If he sees I have it…he’ll kill me for sure…
“If you yell or try to escape I’ll kill you here you stupid little whore!” he growled, grabbing me by the throat and pinning me down with one hand. He used the other to begin unbuttoning his pants.
“Derek…please…” I whimpered.
“That’s right,” he smirked. “Beg for me.”
“Don’t…”
“Oh but Haylee…” he said, looking at what I stupidly decided to wear today. “You’re making it way to easy for me.”
He was of course referring to the fact that I decided to wear a button up shirt and a fucking skirt of all things. I’m such a fucking idiot…I’m practically begging for it with this…what the hell was I thinking… but I wasn’t…I just grabbed clothes and ran out the door.
“Now my sweet…” he whispered as he ripped off my bra and began licking, biting, and pinching my nipples and breasts. “You’re all mine.”
I cried out in pain only to have him take the opportunity to force himself into my mouth. By instinct, I went to push him away, accidentally dropping the knife beforehand. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned me down again. I glanced over to see the knife mostly buried by leaves about a foot away.
“Now listen here you stupid bitch,” he said forcing himself deep into my throat, causing me to gag. “All you have to do is cooperate and we can just go on like nothing happened. I’m willing to forgive you for being stupid. And by the looks of things…it seems like you don’t have a choice if you don’t want to end up on tonight’s news. Got it?”
All I could do was nod. I could feel my bravery disappearing. All I could feel was the numbness. I could feel tears crawling down my face and my gag reflex kicking in every time he pushed himself deeper into my mouth, then back out again. He took both of my wrists and held them in one hand, using the other to grab a fistful of my hair.
“Now…listen here,” he said, breathing a little heavy. “You’re going to suck my dick like your life depends on it. Because it does. So get to it. I want you to use that snappy tongue of yours.”
I obeyed…I didn't have much of a choice. I began rubbing my tongue and lips against him as he pushed and pulled my head back and forth. Slowly at first, but then began to go faster. I felt like I was going to throw up. This continued for only several minutes more, but it felt like a lifetime. I glanced up at his face. He had what looked like a dazed look on his face. But I could tell he was almost there. I tried to pull away but he let my hands go and grabbed my head with both hands, forcing me to take him all the way until he hit the back of my throat. I felt sick as he released himself, filling my mouth with his load. He didn't pull out, hinting to me to swallow it. I swallowed, shuttering.
“That’s a good girl…” he said quietly, pulling out of my mouth. He looked down at himself. “Well look at that…seems I’m still ready to go…must be your lucky day.”
“No wait!” I tried to stop him, only to be pinned against the ground. He used one hand on both of my wrists as he used the other to lift my skirt and rip off my panties.
“Shut up!” he ordered, slapping me in the face. “Now…I don’t have a condom…”
“Please…I don’t want to get pregnant…” I pleaded, crying.
“Shut UP!” he slapped me again. “I’m not fucking stupid. Don’t worry about that. I got it covered.”
He forced himself in between my legs. I cried out in pain as I felt him push himself inside me. I continued whimpering as he forced himself in and out of me, breathing heavy and grunting.
“God I fucking love how tight your pussy is!” he said as he began thrusting me faster, pushing himself deeper. “This one will take no time at all…”
I tried to hold back the cries as he continued. Going deeper, faster, and harder as time went on. He grabbed my breast with his free hand, and wrapped his mouth around the other as he continued. I could feel his sweat dropping onto my bare chest and stomach and I knew he was getting close again.
“Derek please! I don’t want—” I began but was quickly interrupted by him pulling out of me and going straight back into my mouth. I choked and coughed as he, once again, released himself down my throat. He slowly pulled out and after he did, he let go. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and proceeded to throw up.
“I told you I had it,” he said standing up and buttoning his pants. “Now…I hope this taught you lesson. Next time I won’t be so merciful. Go home and wait for me there. I’m going to ready for you when I get there…so be prepared.”
He began to walk away as I finished vomiting. I looked up at him walking away through my tears. It was now or never. I had to end this. I grabbed the cold knife off the colder ground and flipped it open. I could have just ran up behind him and slit his throat…but I wanted him to know pain. To know how it felt. So I held the knife in my fist as I walked up behind him.
“Derek…” I said flatly, he turned around. “No.”
“What?” he asked, cracking his knuckles, ready to strike me.
“No!” I yelled as I raised the knife above my head and started to bring it down on him. But he reacted like nothing I’ve ever seen. He grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind me, causing me to drop the knife.
“Well Haylee,” he said, holding me there. “This was very unexpected of you. If you’re going to kill me…you should have done it in a less obvious way.”
He pushed me to the ground. I rolled over to stand back up, but by that time, he already had the knife in hand. I tried to get up to run, but he grabbed my hair and just threw me to the ground again. I attempted one more time; I managed to get up this time. But it was too late. I felt a sudden incredible pain in my side. Out if instinct, my hand went to hold where it hurt. It felt wet…and warm. I took my hand away and looked. All I could see through my suddenly blurred vision was red. My head began to spin. I could hear Derek laughing as he slowly walked closer to me.
“Nowhere to go now Haylee,” he teased. “Looks like this is the end for you…”