Persona - A Disturbing Psychological Thriller by Marc Horn

mouth, stunned by what she’d said.
    ‘You want me to fuck you?’ he rasped.
    ‘Yes,’ she whispered nervously.
    ‘I can’t fucking hear you!’
    ‘Yes I do!’ she blurted like a robot.
    Col threw her onto the double bed, then pulled her leggings off, eased his thumb under her knicker elastic and stretched it aside. He breathed warm air onto her vagina, then spat on her clitoris. ‘You want me to lick it off?’ he asked.
    ‘Yes.’ She felt detached from herself, as if floating in a dream. She noticed a tissue flopped over the rim of her bin beside her rusty radiator. No one except her knew it was rusty - she’d painted over the marks.
    Col ripped her knickers off, aimed his mouth at her vagina and then lapped away. Her sighs built up and soon she screamed with pleasure. Col lifted her buttocks from the sheets, pressing her firmly into his face and grunted approvingly as he tasted her, which drove her wild. His tongue was relentless, tirelessly flicking over the right spots. She could barely stand it. She was going to explode. Then he stood up and undressed. His huge erection throbbed in front of her.
    ‘D’you want it?’ he asked with teeth clenched.
    ‘Yes!’
    ‘ Eat it, you fucking bitch!’
    Instinctively she sat up and put it in her mouth, oblivious to his offensive manner.
    ‘Deep throat it, you slut,’ he snarled. ‘Swallow it now! ’
    She knew this couldn’t be real. She couldn’t take him all, but he pushed himself further in until she gagged. Col withdrew, waited till she recovered, then thrust it in again.
    ‘Come on, Stacey, take it all!’
    He forced her back onto the bed and gripped the headstand, thrusting his hips back and forth. She felt his penis poke at her throat and pictured a machine, emotionless and unstoppable. A wave of terror smothered her. Her white ceiling and walls closed in on her. She squealed in disapproval and pushed at his stomach with her hands.
    ‘What’s the fucking matter?’ he asked.
    She turned away and took deep breaths. ‘Jesus, Col, I’m a human being, not some mindless whore! How do you get off treating me like that, calling me a slut?’ Fear stopped her from slapping him.
    ‘Oh fuck me!’ Col exclaimed in disbelief. ‘You didn’t mind when I licked you out!’
    She felt very dizzy. Her oriental rug, dominating her floor, needed vacuuming. The tissue had to be pushed into the bin and new posters were needed.
    ‘I let you take control,’ she said. ‘I didn’t force my vagina down your throat!’ Her heart thumped. What had she been doing? ‘I think you’d better go,’ she added.
    Col laughed. ‘Well, I just can’t force myself to believe this!’ he said, genuinely shocked.
    Stacey pushed herself to the edge of the bed, quickly pulled her panties up and then shook her head. ‘Oh my God!’ she whispered and began to cry.
    Col studied her and could see she was in shock. ‘Oh for God’s sake, Stacey, it’s only sex. It’s not as if you’re a virgin!’
    ‘Please go, Col,’ she said softly. ‘I made a mistake.’ She buried her head in her hands. ‘I’m not the kind of girl you’re after.’
    ‘No, Stacey,’ he snapped. ‘You’re not the kind of girl you think you are.’ He dressed himself quietly and then left her house. Though frustrated, he consoled himself with the belief that she’d come crawling back.

 
     
    11
     
    Screaming woke Jen…
    She gasped and turned towards John-Paul. He was struggling beneath the bed sheets. ‘John-Paul!’ she shouted, lifting the covers. It was too dark to see his face, but she could feel sweat on him. ‘It’s all right, darling! You’re dreaming, it’s just a dream!’ She fumbled for the light switch and clicked it on. Her eyes took seconds to adjust to the light and she took a sharp breath when she saw his frozen features. He was frantically looking around the room. ‘What’s the matter, John-Paul? What is it? It’s all right now.’
    ‘He’s in here, Jen!’ John-Paul