Marrying My Father's Enemy
Chapter 48: Pervert/ Abuser

Chapter 48: Pervert/ Abuser

Chapter 48: **Pervert, Rap*st, Abuser**

Callian parked the car just outside the quiet, empty churchyard.

The building loomed dark in the night; its doors seemed to be locked tight.

Eira glanced at him.

He nodded. "Let’s do this."

Callian walked up to the door, giving it a hard shove, but it wouldn’t budge.

He took a step back, then kicked hard near the lock.

The door creaked, splintered, and finally swung open with a low groan.

They stepped inside, the clicking sound of their footsteps broke the silence in the cold, dark church.

Eira’s eyes focused on the casket near the altar, where her old teacher lay.

She moved forward slowly, and Callian hung back, watching, ready to warn her if anyone came by.

As Eira reached the casket, she stared down at the man who had haunted her for so many years.

She took a slow breath and leaned in, speaking softly.

"You thought I’d never see you again, didn’t you?" Her voice was low and slow.

"You thought I’d be too scared, that I’d always be that little girl you pushed around."

Eira’s eyes narrowed as memories of her dark past came back.

She continued. "You turned everyone against me. Made me look like I was some kind of liar. You lied to everyone, told them I was making things up. That I was a troublemaker."

Her fingers moved to his collar, unbuttoning his shirt.

She peeled it open, revealing the still, pale chest beneath. Taking her lipstick from her pocket, she twisted it up, a cold focus in her eyes.

As she began to mark his skin, her hand was steady; she continued speaking.

"You stole from me. I remember when you took my pocket money. I tried to get it back, just what was mine. And what did you do?"

Her hand paused for a moment, then she pressed the lipstick harder against his skin, drawing bold lines.

"You called me a thief. Made the whole class think I was some kind of criminal. And they believed you. All those kids... they laughed at me, hated me."

She traced another line, not changing her facial expression.

"You didn’t care, did you? I was just some kid to you. You had all the power. You liked making me feel small, didn’t you?"

Eira leaned closer, started whispering.

"Well, here we are. You’re silent now. Nothing to say to me? No excuses?"

She drew another line across his chest, making a dark, twisted shape with the lipstick.

Her anger was calm, controlled, like she’d held it in for so long that this was her only release.

Callian stood watch by the doorway, glancing back now and then, making sure they were alone.

Eira’s hand slowed as she pressed the lipstick firmly against his chest, her voice became bitter.

"You used to watch me cry, remember?" she said, almost to herself. "You’d see the tears, and you’d smirk, like it was a game. You knew what you were doing. How it tore me up, made me afraid to even speak."

She marked another harsh line across his skin.

"You made me feel worthless," she whispered, a sharpness cut through her words. "I’d try to be good, try to stay quiet, thinking it would stop. But it didn’t matter, did it? You’d still find a way to humiliate me, every single day."

Her voice grew firmer, each word felt harder with years of buried anger.

"You lied about me to the other teachers, to my aunt, cousins. Said I was ’troubled,’ that I was a bad influence. And they believed you, didn’t they?"

She traced circles over his shoulders, the lipstick leaving dark, messy rings as she spoke. "You turned everyone against me. And the worst part? They trusted you. They believed you over me. I was just a kid, and you twisted every word I said."

Eira’s hand shook for a moment, and she took a steadying breath, her eyes hardened as she continued.

"You convinced them I was lying when I tried to tell them the truth. Made them see me as some little troublemaker, just because I wouldn’t sit there quietly and take it. I thought I’d never escape it. That I’d never be free of what you did to me."

She drew a harsh line straight down his chest. "But you can’t control me anymore. You’re gone. You don’t have power over me, not anymore."

Her voice softened, but it held a final, cold edge. "I hope wherever you are, you feel every bit of what you did. Because now you’re the one who’s nothing."

Eira straightened, her face set, unflinching as she looked down at him one last time.

-Pervert. Rapist. Abuser-

Callian walked closer, and wrapped his hands around her waist.

"You know, I like when you’re doing evil things," he whispered into her ear.

"This is nothing compared to what he did to me."

Callian’s right hand went to Eira’s breast.

"Not here, Callian..."

"You’re so sexy in black, so evil...I can’t hold myself, Eira..."

Callian forced his tongue into Eira’s mouth.

Eira disbalanced back, but let the tongue go deep inside.

His left hand was now going to her groin, and he started rubbing it.

Callian pulled back and asked in a thick voice.

"Did you enjoy your revenge? Or are you still craving?"

"Craving..." Eira moaned.

He turned her around, and pushed Eira forward, letting her face the casket while he pulled down her panties.

"C’mon, let’s celebrate..."

With that, Callian pushed his pride deep into Eira.

She grabbed the wood with her hands, trembling from the pressure.

"Eira..." Calian moaned in pleasure, as the adrenaline rush made it more intense.

Eira was already dripping wet.

"Why here, Callian?"

"Because I said so."

Callian thrust his hips as hard and as fast as he could, not caring if anyone else was in the church.

The only sounds were the loud smacking of flesh on flesh, and the two moaning lovers.

Soon, their bodies were covered in sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the air.

"Oh...God...

Callian increased the intensity, making the casket shake and rattle with the force of his thrusts.

He placed his hand on Eira’s neck, kissing it and licking it like a mad dog while his eyes were on the dead corpse.

"Harder!" Eira gasped with her eyes closed.

"Your wish is my command, milady!"

Callian’s thrusting was starting to lose its rhythm, but he was too close to stop.

"I’m coming, Eira!

Eira was pushed over the edge, her whole body tensing as she felt her orgasm wash over her.

Her legs couldn’t stop shaking as Callian continued kissing her neck, still out of breath.

"I’ll kill anyone for you," he said, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Wha-what?" Eira asked, waiting for more air to build in her lungs.

"I love you..." He muttered as he pulled back her panties, not letting a single semen fall down from her body.

"Let’s go now..."

Eira walked out first, but Callian stayed for a minute longer.

He looked back at her teacher, "consider yourself lucky. If I knew all of that, your death would’ve been more painful."