Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

She remembered when she was 17, and she was going to college in early morning alone. Her brother, Amar was in different college so they both had to go opposite ways. 
It was very early around 7am. Cold breeze was blowing, giving cold shivers. She was walking alone, on the road. There were only two girls behind her who were chit chatting in low voice and walking slowly. 
From no where, a bike passed her. The man on it was wearing a black jacket and a black helmet. As he passed her, he reached out his hand and groped her so hard that no scream left her mouth and she almost fell to the ground. 
As the girls behind her saw the harassment, they turned back and ran on their feet as fast as they could. 
Leaving behind the breathing but dead body of her. Her brain became numb and dumb. And her eyes still couldn't recover from the shock. She saw the back of him, as he rode away from her. She could feel his mischievous smile behind his black helmet as he turned back to look at her. It was the second time she was sexually assaulted. At her first time she was so little that she didn't even knew the meaning of it. 
Since then she faced severe anxiety in public. And her syncopy also became worse. She was terrified to face strangers, especially unknown men. And her body ached for weeks and she felt disgusted at herself. She went into depression and it was when she tried to suicide too.

Since then she avoided any unusual meetups and going alone in public transport.

Now she was facing the same bad dream, but a more worse version of it.

He squeezed her breast, twitching the nipples between his fingers. While she screamed against his hand on her mouth, which was trying to mute her voice. 
She put all her energy at once and tried to push him on his chest. Her hands started to hit him on his biceps, torso, face but it was resulting zero. 
Her hot tears soaked her face and made it a mess. Her eyes were red now and she was losing hope. While he was biting on her upper chest, just below the beauty bone. 
His hand moved from her breast towards her waist, imprinting his hand, as red mark on her body.

As he lifted his face to see the encaged woman in his embrace. He couldn't help smiling at his victory. When the first time he saw her, his lust within him told him that she is the one he need right in bed, for more than one time until her body becomes raw and she couldn't walk again. 
He wanted to destroy the confidence, her firm smile and proud face. And how she ignored him several times. He was not the one to ignore, but to worship, to obey. And she messed with the wrong man, so she had to face consequences. Even though it was not her fault, it was just his lust that pointed towards her. And it was not the one percent of it, how he used to treat his whores in Dubai, and they still worship him on their knees. 
And now Ayleen was getting on his nerves. Her constant resisting was igniting the beast within him. 
He wanted to devour her, at any cost, by any means.
She was becoming his obsession.

"Oh yesterday I talked about giving you a choice, right?" He tried to act naive. 
She just looked at his way with disgust and fear in her eyes.

"I remember now, let me tell you then"

"You have two options. first goes as, let's get married and you will bear everything I do with you, before marriage or after marriage. You cannot deny me. Now come to the second option, let me fuck you tonight. And everything is over between us! We will go our separate ways. No more marriage" he continued while smirking.

"So what do you choose darling?" He asked her mischievously.

She kept crying silently, at his words. How can he be so cruel to me? She kept thinking. How naive of her to think that he will let her go. There was no way he will let her go. Be his whore for a night or suffer for all life. Both options were equal for her.

He lifted his hand from her mouth, releasing it from continuous torture. Then he took a step back, only to analyze her state and smile at his barbarian doing.

She took a deep breath, and started to hyperventilate. Crystals of cold sweats started to appear on her forehead and she could feel her heart beat getting erratic. 
He got closer to her and cupped her face.

"Relax! Take a deep breath" he guided her. 
She started to take deep breaths and closed her eyes. She prayed under her breath that she don't fall again in front of him. She didn't wanted to.

"Please don't touch me! Get away from me" she merely whispered.

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly.
He lifted her instantly, as her legs became jelly and she was about to fall. He laid her on couch. 
Her neck clearly visible, showing his abuse. 
He took a glass of water from the dispenser. 
She tried to sat herself. He came and sat beside her, giving her a glass of water, which she instantly took. She gulped down the cold water, to come back to her senses. 
After a moment, she felt better and her breathing returned to normal. While he, beside her looked at her closely and waited until she recovers.

She tried to stood up and run from him but he grabbed her hand and made her sit next to him, their thighs touching.

"So what option do you choose?" He asked her calmly. 
She turned her face to him in shock.

'This man has no shame left' she thought.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I will go to your parents and tell them everything and will break this marriage! I will tell everyone what you did to me! I will show them all the marks you put on my body today!" She exclaimed with frustration, as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh my! You scared me darling! Should I run away? Or should I apologize to you? Please don't tell my parents! I'm so scared!" He said faking, and then suddenly started to laugh at his own joke.

He grabbed her suddenly from her nape and pulled her closer to his face.