“aren’t you answering?”

Episode-65  “aren’t you answering?” **   Celeste’s POV:**            I cried, “don’t do this.. I don’t want it…”  his hand slide to my neck as he kissed on my ear, he pressed my neck with his muscular hand and said, “call my name…”    He was using more pressure, I said out, “E-Ernest… please stop..” his hand went to get rid of rest of the clothes and said, “babe.. I missed you…”  I tried to push him again,  but nothing came, he got close to my face and said, “I missed your grey eyes…” I slapped him, everything went frozen, but he sat straight… I was angry.. I said in anger and tear, “I am not Isabella… I am Celeste… I don’t want this.. stop this.. come back to sense…”      He looked at me and then laughed, he said, “Celeste… I was gentle till you are Isabella.. don’t remind me that you are Celeste… or.. I will do this..” he grabbed the cigar and smoked it a little as he was still on top of me.. I was looking at him without clue..        He said, “I want to punish you.. my Celeste…” he called me his, but it was not like he loves me or something… like I am a thing to possess…. He pressed the cigar burning into my skin, I yelled, he blocked my hands under his, he burnt somewhere near on my stomach…  I cried, “no… it hurts.. stop it.. Ernest… please…” I never felt pain like this… he is burning my skin..       He smirked and smoked it again, he blew the smoke few times.. he said, “then be a good girl… and **** **** with me.. give everything you have to me…” I looked at him with wide eyes and tears.. I thought to myself, “he can’t do this to me..”       He pressed the cigar against my skin again, I screamed… I cried out.. he said darkly, “aren’t you answering?”, his deadly aura is there… he smoked it again, he is torturing… he is torturing me… he said expressionlessly, “what’s your answer?”  he was about to press the cigar again, no it hurts like hell..    I screamed, “stop!!!.. I will.. I will not fight back… do whatever you want.. just don’t hurt me…” he smirked again, he put the cigar in the ash tray… he pulled me up and made me sit up, his hands went to trace my jaw line as I was in just my undergarments.. he moved his hand to my collar bone… he asked, “who are you now?” I am scared, terrified… wanting a escape but not getting any…      I hate him.. I said as I wiped my tears, “I am Isabella… your Isabella..” he kissed my chest and said, “good.. babe..” he pulled me close to him and attacked my neck, I closed my eyes and clenched my feast… I will forget it.. this is nightmare…  he sucked my skin and I feel pain and pleasure.. this is wrong, I am going through r*ape… I can’t get r*ped… but I can’t go through pain.. I am scared of it…      I felt him removing my b*a.. I grasped.. I cried, “please .. no…” he grabbed my b**bs and squeezed it.. I cried out in pain.. this can’t happen to me.. it’s scary….  I cried..    He pushed me on the bed and got on top of me, he is not stopping.. please stop him.. stop him!!!... I felt him pulling my p**ties off…  I am scared.. he didn’t waited he pushed himself in… he went brutal.. the entire time.. I don’t remember how many times.. but I just remember the pain I went through…… I got r*ped… I had no option… I went through the horrible night… I hate him, I hated my body… he kept going like crazy… he ruined me… I should have never meet this man………….