God help me 6

                                    

                                          
Okay, just calm down Farah. All you need to do is get to that table. Once you get hold of the knife, he will leave you alone. How was I supposed to get hold of the knife? I had no time to think. I could see that he was determined to take me again. I needed to take it slowly. I was really good at acting remember?
                          
"What do you want me to do?" I asked gently, trying to hide the fear in my voice.
                          
"Turn around." He released me and I turned to face him. I closed my eyes as he brought his finger forward to brush the strand of hair that had clung to my face. I tried everything I could not to flinch.
                          
"Open your eyes." He whispered as he brought his face closer. I opened my eyes and wished to close them back but he was in charge here so I was to obey him. "You are so beautiful." He said through his breath. I swallowed from spitting on his face. I needed that knife, and I was sure he would grab me again if I moved away from him. I only stood still, waiting for his next order. "Kiss me." Immediately the words he just said registered in my head, I took a step backward. I was very sure that if I were to choose between him and a snake, then I would rather kiss a snake. "Please." He took a step forward and held my back. "Or I will force you." I obeyed him instantly because I was scared he would use force on me again. I knew what I went through the first time. I stood rigid as he placed his lips on mine. I didn't move nor kiss him back. I only stood there with my eyes wide open.
                          
When he saw that I wasn't responding, he tore his mouth from mine and looked into my eyes. His eyes were half closed and full of lust. "Kiss me back. I want to taste you." He bent down and took my mouth again. I still refused to kiss him back. He removed his hands from my back and placed it on my buttocks. He tore his lips from mine again and whispered into my ear. "If you don't kiss me back, then you won't give me any choice than to tear this piece of cloth that you are wearing from your body."
                          
This time, when his lips touched mine again, I opened my mouth to give him access. He groaned as his tongue started roaming about, searching for what he didn't leave there. I started experiencing nausea as his kiss deepened. I couldn't stand it anymore. This wasn't fair. I wanted to burst into tears but now was not the time to cry. I needed to get hold of the knife.
                          
I tore my mouth away from his. He opened his eyes and stared at me, his eyes full of unknown emotions. The ragged moisture of his breath floated across my face. His hands were still holding me and it was difficult to get to the knife.
                          
"Alright. I know how much you want me and I'm ready to give you myself only on one condition." I said.
                          
"What is the condition? Tell me what it is. I don't think I can wait any longer." He said hurriedly, bending down to kiss me again. I placed my palm on his chest to stop him.
                          
"We should do it on the bed and not on the floor. I prefer the bed to this place."
                          
"No." He growled. "I can't wait anymore. I need you now. Rip off your clothes now.
                          
My heart started beating so fast. My legs went limp and I thought I would faint. I blamed myself for not going to the birthday party. How I wished I had gone with the rest.
                          
"You need to understand that..."
                          
"Now's not the time to talk, just feel." I screamed when he turned me around suddenly and pushed me on my knees. He knelt behind me and pushed me forward. With my palms flat on the floor, I tried to crawl away from him but he pulled me back, holding my thighs.
                          
"Uncle Richard, wait. You are hurting me. Just take it easy." All I needed was to jump forward but he was holding my thighs. He held me down with one hand as he fought with the zip of his trouser with the other hand.