LIAR, CHEATER, TROUBLEMAKER: part 4

He impaled his lips on her roughly again, scraping her lower lip with his teeth and bruising it in the process. He tightened his grip on her two wrists and shoved her more painfully into the door,eliciting a painful groan from Bola. He pulled back to see her looking at him pleadingly, begging him with her eyes to let go of her and giving the silent promise not to tell anyone about it. Wale looked at her with the ferocity of an animal about to devour it's prey as she struggled to bring her knee up to hit his groin, a move she read in novels but he caught on to it and clamped down his thighs on her knee.

"You keep struggling and you'll only get yourself hurt in the process. Just stay calm and I'll make it fast" he said, diving for her lips again and successfully drawing blood this time.
Bola started crying.

"He's my friend's boyfriend of 3 years" she thought, but her resolve seemed to be weakening by the seconds, not because she wanted to give in but because she saw no escape from her present confinement.



She had gotten dressed that afternoon to visit her friend, Folake who stays at the other side town. After trying Folake's numerous and getting a voice message from the network operator that her number was switched off, she decided to just take the risk since it was weekend and the chances of not meeting Folake at home was slim. She met Wale, Folake's boyfriend at the entrance of the house as they've been living the student-couple's life since she knew them.Wale told her Folake was inside, sleeping and crept in after Bola, locked the door and shoved her roughly at the door before she could come to terms with what was happening.

"Please just let me go, I swear not tell Folake. Please don't destroy my life" she pleaded again.
"Not happening, I've had my eyes on you for a long time and God just dragged you here today. Just stay still and I'll make sure you enjoy it"

He grabbed her breast and squeezed painfully, inciting a loud scream of pain from her. He released her arms and his left hand found its way to her thighs, prying it apart. She instantly regretted wearing a gown but thanked God that she had worn jeans shorts beneath it before leaving home. Wale noticed his new challenge and swore under his breath. Bola, realizing the hopelessness of her situation cried harder, shaking profusely but still desperately tried to think of a way out. Then it clicked. She had her back against the door, situated on the door is the lock catcher which is the most powerful thing Wale had against her.

She nervously raised her released but aching hand to the metal catcher, unlocked the door and made the instant decision to distract him enough to think of her next move. All the while, Wale was trying to unbutton her jeans short. She faked a moan.

"Good!  I knew you'd enjoy it. I just knew you would. Moan for me baby" he ranted.

With him obviously distracted, she brought up her knee and slammed it so hard into his groin that he fell heavily. She didn't think for a second before throwing the door open and made a mad dash for the front of the house. She didn't stop crying till she got home and cared less about the worried looks she was getting from everyone she met on the way, didn't stop shaking till she washed all signs of his filth off her and brushed her teeth so hard that her gums bled. She slept off and woke with a decision to consider her friend's relationship and the strain that what happened would have on Folake's seemingly perfect relationship. She never told anyone.

And then four years later, they met again. He got married to Folake, they have a son together but that devilish glint never left his eyes; with him practically eye raping her and Bola physically and mentally shrinking into herself the whole time.

Then yesterday, he called her.