80. Years

Genre: Drama
Characters:  Ramone, Young girl
Prompt: 80. Lust
Word Count: 722 ish
Rating: M
Type: series
Summary: 2 years into Ramone's past
Warnings: Sexual situation, disturbing content, rape scene, slight nudity
** Sorry, this prompt covers a sensitive subject! Don't mean to offend or spark bad memories for anyone! 
** English translation: 

Marco? ¿Eres tú de Marco= Marco? Is that you, Marco?

Tranquilo mi amor. Estoy aquí= Quiet my love. I’m here.

“¿Quién es usted=Who are you?

Bájame= Put me down!

Ayúdame= Help me

Cállate y no voy a hacerte daño= Shut up and I won't her you

Usted no quiere que me muerda= You don’t want to bite me!
Muerdo de vuelta= I bit back!

Laughing, dancing, and overly intoxicated as they threw their school books into the raging fire, a group of girls caught his attention. One in particular with long hair as dark as the smoke created by the singed wood and paper,  plump lips forming the most beautiful smile he could see oh so clearly from his position behind one of Yucatan’s many boulders, and the prettiest tanned skin he imagined had a sweet yet buttery taste. The fire’s destructive flames highlighted her skin, fondled it as he watched in admiration, awaiting his turn. 

She collapsed onto the patchy rust colored sand, the bottle rolled from her fingers, saturating the sand beneath her. Her friends laughed, their arms thrown around each for balance as they pointed and laughed, stumbling toward the shoreline. He watched them closely as they ran toward the water, still laughing as the object of his affection laid in the same position, staring up at the sky. Once they entered the water, he eased over to her and carefully lifted her from the sand. “Marco? ¿Eres tú de Marco?” She lazily trailed her hand up to his cheek drawing his face near to get a closer look. 

“Tranquilo mi amor. Estoy aquí.” Ramone assured her, cautiously carrying her toward an abandoned shack he’d passed nearby. “Marco?” She drunkenly whined, trying to adjust her eyes on the man whose voice seemed much deeper than her boyfriend’s. She blinked hard several times, the third a little clearer than before. “¿Quién es usted?” She became alarmed, pulling at his hands to free herself, “Bájame!” She demanded, digging her nails into in neck. He dropped her, jumped on top of her as she tried to crawl away. “Ayúda-” He threw his hand over her mouth as she tried to scream for help. “Cállate y no voy a hacerte daño!” He whispered into her ear, pulling her to her feet and dragging her into the dark dusty shack.

It was dark, empty except for the garbage left behind by its last occupants and cob webs from the years it sat untouched. He lowered her to the floor as she continued to kick and scream with his hand planted firmly over her mouth. “Usted no quiere que me muerda!” He warned her as he felt her teeth rubbing against the flesh of his hand, “Muerdo de vuelta!” He warned her not to bite him, his sinister smile shined in the darkness. He snatched off her flimsy bikini top, but slowly untied the neatly formed bow holding her bottoms up on her hips. Ramone slipped his free hand into his pocket, removing a small white pill. Spreading out the fingers pressed against her lips, he forced them open, dropping the pill in as he held her mouth shut. “Shhh.” He smoothed her hair from her face and wiped away her tears while the pill instantly took affect. Her eyes closed slightly, her movement became slower, her words dulled to a faint whisper. Ramone stood and quickly removed his clothes. The fact that she’d already ready been drinking would prolong the drug’s effects and allow him more time to play, fulfill his every desire. Shoving his hand furiously in his pocket, he swore to himself. The condom must have fallen out of his pocket during the struggle to get her here. Going back for it wasn’t an option and normally, going without a condom wouldn’t be either but he was too aroused  and wasn’t about to walk away from this naked beauty. Ramone began with light touching, running his tongue across her lips while his hands became familiar with her body. He became anxious with every groan that escaped her lips. 

Without warning, he entered her with extreme force, taking her as he had so many others, enjoying every second of the intense raw friction. After what seemed like and eternity to her, he finally finished, stood over her and watched she stared at the mold covered wall, her hair drenched from tears and sweat, a mixture of both their fluids pooled between her legs. 

He stepped over her and pushed his way out of the shack, only to be greeted by an expression of horror and disappointment he’d never be able to live down.

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