WARNIING!!! Non-consensual sex ahead. If it squicks you, please do not read further. This chapter is meant as a transition, setting up for the next and last two chapters.
Hoshi sighed as she looked out the windows of the observation lounge. It was late and she couldn’t sleep. Every time she drifted off the sleep, the scene in the armory taunted her – more appropriately Malcolm taunted her.
“Thanks for the romp, luv. You were a great roll, but it’s time to move on.”
In one of her dreams, she professed her love for him. He laughed.
It had been two days since they ‘broke-up.’ It had been one day since he had handed her back her dream journal. She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Lieutenant.” Behind the smile was a void she had created for herself – a void where no sound, touch, taste, sight or smell could be experienced. Feeling nothing was better than feeling anything.
Hoshi jumped as a pair of hands covered her eyes and a distinctive British accent whispered, “Guess who?”
She pulled away from him quickly determined to protect the shell he had left behind, but her heart melted when she saw him with flowers in his hands. It was a most unusual arrangement, filled with withered marigolds, orange lilies, yellow carnations, sweet peas, yellow chrysanthemums, peony, snapdragons, grass, and dead leaves – an ominous arrangement.
Suddenly, Malcolm smothered her with a passionate kiss and started to undress her. Unable to deny him liberties, she melted into him returning the kisses and touches. “I love you, Malcolm. I can’t help it. I love you!” she cried then cringed as he grasped her upper arms in a death grip.
“Would you shut up? I don’t want to hear about how you love me. I don’t care because I don’t love you. You are just an available slut to pass the time with,” Malcolm said vehemently then crushed his lips to hers.
Hoshi struggled against him, shame filling her.
Her struggles angered him and he pulled back and backhanded her, knocking her naked form to the ground.
“I thought you loved me?” he mocked and lifted her up, his chest pressing against her back, his knee inserting itself between her thighs. He pushed her over to the observation window and pushed her over.
“Just watch the stars and be quiet while I dip my wick. Behave and you won’t get hurt.” He said menacingly as he pushed her against the glass, held on to her hips and pushed into her.
Hoshi cried out at the invasion, her body rejoicing while her soul was dying.
“You women are all the same,” murmured Malcolm as he pumped into her and held her down.
“You confuse sex with love,” he panted and thrust into her deeply.
“You let your emotions guide you and weaken you,” he growled and pressed her face into the glass.
Malcolm howled as he came, grasping her breasts in a painful crush.
He remained inside her harder than before, intent on demeaning her further.
She struggled backwards and broke the intimate link earning a curse from him.
She ran, but he tackled her and forced her over the sofa slapping her.
“You are a stupid whore,” Malcolm planted himself behind her again, gripping her hair and holding her head down.
She looked at the floral arrangement mere inches away from her face and tears filled her eyes.
He could sense her relax as she focused on the flowers. “That’s it whore! Concentrate on the flowers while I fuck you ragged. I thought you would like the flowers. I picked them special for you. Each flower has its own meaning. The marigolds represent cruelty while the orange lilies show you how much I hate you. The yellow carnations are all about rejection. Get used to it.” He plunged into her and sated himself to the hilt.
His length impaled her while his girth stretched her and he froze, enjoying her tears and humiliation. “The yellow chrysanthemums represent slighted love, you fool! Peony and snapdragons are shame and deception while the grass and dead leaves in the arrangement mean submission and sadness. I hope you enjoy the arrangement as much as I enjoy you,” he leered and started thrusting in and out of her at a furious pace.
She cried and screamed, trying her best to throw him off. “No, please stop! Malcolm! No!”
Malcolm reached around and grabbed her forearms and chanted her name. “Hoshi, Hoshi, Hoshi! Wake up!”
The grips of her nightmare released her as she opened her eyes and saw Trip Tucker standing before her.
Tears continued streaming down her face as she woke, clutching her book, “The Language of Flowers” to her chest.
“Hush Hoshi! Everything is going to be okay darlin’,” Trip reassured her as best he could, but she pushed him away, unable to stand any touch, much less any endearment.
“I- I have to go,” she pleaded with him to drop it.
Trip held her, looking into to her troubled eyes, torn. He didn’t want to cause her any more pain by pressing her so he released her. “Just promise me that you will see Phlox if you need anything, okay?”
“Yes. I promise. Thank you.” She patted her arm and walked out the door, not knowing where she was heading, hoping the pain would cease and locking any feelings she held for the armory officer deep into the recesses of her soul.
She would do her job and live as she had before she had given her heart to Malcolm Reed. Her new attitude – she was better off without him.
TBC
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