⚠️TW: Rape⚠️

Song: "Love The Way You Lie- Part III" by Skylar Grey

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"There is no way you have all A's." Chandler kissed Heather's shoulder. They were cuddling in her room with the tv playing in the background.

"What can I say? I'm a genius?" Heather smirked.

"You're right about that. That's why I have you do my homework. I wish I could be as smart as my baby," he breathed in her ear, nibbling on it.

She giggled as goosebumps traveled up her body. "Mmm," she hummed in content and intertwined their hands.

Chandler stared at her engagement ring. "That looks so beautiful on you."

Heather blushed. "I know. You picked out the perfect diamond."

"I want everything to be perfect for my love."

She smiled, rubbing his hand. "You know what we should do? We should play a board game."

Chandler raised an eyebrow. "A board game?"

"Yeah. I think it would be fun. Or maybe a card game, like uno."

"Alright." He smiled.

"We have uno in the closet downstairs. I'll go get it!" Heather got up and headed downstairs.

Seconds after she was out of sight, her phone lit up with a text. Chandler rolled over on her bed and picked it up from her nightstand. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the name Alejandro at the top. He read the message.

Alejandro: Wanna meet up Friday at our usual time?

"—What the fuck?" He whispered sharply to himself. He decided to scroll up to some of their earlier messages.

Alejandro: I still think I won that singing contest😉

Heather: You're kidding yourself. I totally won!

Alejandro: I don't think so, chica😌

Heather: Why do you have to use so many emojis?

Alejandro: Because it creates more emotion😁

Heather: Ugh. You loser

Alejandro: I am not a loser. However, your remark did not offend me, hermosa😘

Heather: Nothing offends you🙃

Alejandro: I caught you using an emoji!😃

Heather: Shut it!

Chandler couldn't read any further. To him, this was already enough proof that Heather was cheating, or at least seeing another man without his permission. He clenched his jaw and fists, ready to punch Alejandro. Who the fuck does he think he is, flirting with MY woman?! And Heather—she fucked up. She really fucked up. She knows the rules, and she deliberately defied me. Before I confront her about this, I have to learn more about this Alejandro guy. Chandler heard Heather coming back upstairs and quickly sat her phone back down. "Did you find it?"

"Yep!" She smiled, showing him the box of Uno cards.

"Alright, let's play! I bet I can beat you," he teased, putting on a fake "happy" act.

"I'm a master at uno, so I doubt that," she laughed. "We'll see."

**

Chandler spent the night at Heather's house since her parents weren't home—as usual. He waited until she was sound asleep to grab her phone again. He clicked on Alejandro's contact and saw that she had two numbers underneath his name. He recognized one of the numbers, so he copied and pasted and searched it up. He found it was the number for Spanish tutoring at their University. So he's her tutor. Interesting. It seems like they've been hanging out a lot more than that, though. Those texts were not for academic purposes at all. He put her phone back down and laid next to her, beyond furious. He felt like he had no power. He craved power. He wanted all the power he could possibly have over Heather. He was tempted to block Alejandro's number so she would never text him again, but he figured it would be better to teach her a lesson himself—one that she'd never forget.

**

That weekend, Chandler decorated his parents' house with lavender-scented candles, and red and pink rose petals. His parents were both on a romantic getaway for the weekend, and he figured he and Heather could do the same thing. Well, almost the same thing.

He cooked them roasted chicken and made them salad for dinner. He set up the dining table in the fanciest way he could come up with. He had a dark red tablecloth underneath it with gold flowers embroidered around the edges. She'll love it. He smiled at his work nefariously. He sat on the couch and read, waiting for her arrival.

Heather knocked on the door. Chandler got up and opened it. She smiled, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. He observed her outfit. She wore a beautiful pale pink dress and black heels. "You look absolutely stunning," he purred. He pulled her against his body with one hand on her waist. "Breathtaking."

She blushed, staring lovingly into his eyes. "Thank you." She took his hands, giggling. "What's this surprise you've been going on and on about?"

"I'll show you." Chandler let go of one of her hands and led her into the kitchen. Heather's eyes widened in awe when she saw the decorated kitchen with fancy glasses of water and the food in the center of the table.

She gasped at the rose petals and candles. "Oh my God—you did all of this for me?!"

"Of course, baby." He wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I love you so much." He planted a small kiss on her neck. "Mmm, are you wearing my favorite perfume?"

"Yes." Heather turned her head and kissed him. "I also wore your favorite bra. The thin white one."

"Not so fast," Chandler laughed huskily. "We have to eat our dinner first."

"Then dessert." She licked her lips.

"Absolutely."

Chandler pulled Heather's chair out for her and lit the candle in the middle of the table. "Would you like some roasted chicken and Caesar salad, love?"

"Of course! I love your food."

He served her the chicken and salad before serving himself and sitting across from her.

"This feels like a formal dinner date," Heather laughed.

"Can it not be since we're in my house?" He chuckled, cutting his chicken.

"No, it can be." She stuck her fork in a piece of lettuce, smiling. "You're so sweet for taking the time to do this. Other guys would be too lame to do the same."

"I know. No other guy could love you like I do, baby."

"This is the most romantic thing ever. Like, I thought this only existed in movies!"

"I guess that's how great our relationship is." Chandler passionately gazed at her through the yellow flame of the candle. "I am the luckiest man alive. I get to have and hold you for the rest of my life. I've already started writing my vows, you know."

"Wait, are you serious? Chandler—I haven't even..."

"...Started? That's ok." He chortled. "I'm just so excited to be your husband. I literally couldn't ask for a better woman to marry."

"Oh my God, shut up."

"It's true. You're the light of my life, and I have no idea where I'd be without you."

Heather's eyes twinkled, and she smiled tenderly. "I feel the same way." She figured she must've been staring at Chandler for too long because his face suddenly morphed into Alejandro's—in her head, at least. His emerald eyes seemed to pierce through the candle fire, making her heart pound in her throat. There was something about his intense stare. She blinked, looking elsewhere. What the hell is wrong with you? You are literally sitting in front of your fiancé, who put all the work into dinner, and all you can think about is stupid Alejandro!

"Are you alright, dear?" Chandler asked sweetly.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. I just—I was having trouble swallowing my salad." She took a sip of her glass of water.

"Oh, it's ok. Don't apologize for that, lovely." He played with the ends of the tablecloth.

They took a few more minutes to eat and converse before Chandler slid his foot up her leg from underneath the table. "I can't wait to feel those sexy, smooth legs of yours."

"Yeah?" She bit her lip, sliding her heel up in his pants at the ankle.

"Something about your heel touching me turns me on."

"Then show me how turned on you are, mister," she teased.

Chandler got out of his chair, looking at her with hunger in his eyes. He bent down and kissed Heather, holding her bottom lip between his lips. Heather moaned and returned the gesture, pressing her whole body into the kiss. He suddenly scooped her up in his arms, emitting laughs from her. He carried her up the stairs and into his room.

He gently laid her down on his soft bed and crawled on top of her. He passionately made out with her. "You know," he breathed in between kisses. "We're gonna be able to move out in two weeks."

"Are you serious?! Chandler, yes!"

"I'm so happy." He stroked her hair.

"Me too. Oh my God—I can't believe this is actually happening!" Heather beamed with joy and started kissing him more quickly and excitedly.

Chandler ran his hands up and down her thighs. "Imagine how much more alone time we're going to get." He reached behind her and unzipped her dress.

"Ugh, yes, finally! No more parents," she said as he slid her dress down her shoulders and waist.

"I love this bra. It's so sexy. He caressed her boobs through the lacy fabric.

She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. "You know I never wear it unless I know we're going to have sex later."

"I love that you wear it just for me." Chandler started kissing her shoulders and played with the bra straps for a little while before sliding them down her arms. He unhooked it and tossed it to the side. Heather pressed her chest against his as they continued to kiss.

He moved up to her neck, gently sucking and biting it to leave a hickey. She started unbuttoning his white shirt while keeping her hand under it so she could feel his muscles. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered against her skin. She moaned at the sound of his throaty voice near her ear.

Once Chandler's shirt was entirely off, he sucked on her neck more intensely. Then, without warning, he aggressively sunk his teeth into her skin.

Heather gasped. "Ow! Chandler, what the fuck?!" She held onto her neck.

"Shh, it's ok." He took her hand off and held her wrists down against the pillow.

"—What are you doing?" She asked. He didn't answer. He immediately went back to biting her neck just as hard as before. "Ow!! Chandler, stop, that hurts!"

"You'll be ok." Chandler moved to her shoulders and did the same thing.

"Stop!!" Heather squirmed from underneath him. He responded by holding her wrists down with more force. "Chandler, I don't like this!" Tears formed in her eyes.

He ignored her again, placing one of his hands on her breast and roughly squeezing it. She cried out in pain, attempting to twist her body away from him. He pressed firmly onto her chest to keep her still. "No—stop!!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. She tried to escape over and over again, but Chandler was physically stronger than her.

He kept mercilessly biting and grabbing her. Soon, the pain became too much for Heather to handle, so her body froze, but she kept sobbing. She was terrified of what he'd do to her once he took off her panties. She had absolutely no control over the situation and didn't know what kind of pain was coming next. "Stop," she kept saying in hopes that he would finally comply.

Unfortunately, he never did.

**

Chandler was finished with her after about thirty minutes, but it felt like a lifetime for Heather. Once he got off of her, she was too weak to run. Her whole body ached. Tiny blood spots were scattered around her neck and shoulders, and her breasts were bright red and bruised. She could hardly turn over because the area between her legs stung. All she could do was lay there in terror, confusion, and shame. The moments from before played in the back of her head. The number of times she had told him to stop, the number of times she begged and pleaded—those didn't matter to him. Her cries of agony didn't phase him in the slightest bit. She hid under the sheets, her body shaking. She wanted to be somewhere else—anywhere else.

All was silent until Chandler sat up in bed. "I read those texts, you know." Just the sound of his voice made her tense. She stayed under the covers. "The ones between you and your Spanish tutor. Alejandro, right?" He hissed mockingly. She squeezed her eyes shut, beginning to cry more. "Only a whore would hook up with a TA. You probably did it for better grades in that class, huh?" Heather remained silent, whimpering quietly. "Tell me why you did it, Heather." She gripped onto the sheets in case he lifted them off of her. "I'm gonna ask you this one more time—why the FUCK did you do it?!"

"I-I didn't!" She choked out, nearly throwing up. "I didn't, I promise!!"

"Then why were you hanging out with him outside of school?!"

"W-We just hung out! N-nothing happened!" Heather could hardly speak.

"Even if it didn't, you still broke the rules. I've told you so many fucking times not to hang out alone with other men when I'm not around! Do you even fucking care about getting married?!"

"I just wanted to hang out with someone!"

Chandler yanked the sheet from her and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him. "Answer the fucking question," he growled.

"I-I-yes! I wanna get married!" She said out of fear.

"Good. Then stop cheating on me. You can't speak to this guy ever again unless it's in the classroom when someone else is around. Am I clear?!" He yelled in her ear. She nodded quickly, covering her eyes. "Give me your phone," he demanded. She grabbed it from the nightstand, and he immediately snatched it from her in case she tried to call the cops. He went through her contacts and clicked on Alejandro. He then blocked both of his numbers. "There. He's blocked. That way, you can't sneak around anymore." He gave her the phone back. "Don't even try to call the police because I didn't rape you. That was punishment for your behavior. You deserved it. And if I catch you talking to Alejandro alone again, I'll do worse to you, and I'll hurt him. GOT IT?!" He dug his fingers into her arm to scare her more.

"Y-yes!" Heather yelped.

"You're spending the night with me," Chandler said. "And actually, I want to keep your phone on my side." She gave it back to him without arguing. He finally released her arm and tightly held her around her waist.

Heather stared at the wall, feeling like she was in another world. This didn't feel real. She felt like her heart and soul had been torn away from her. She felt dead. She hated her body. The blood and bruises would visually heal, but the memory of his hands would remain on her most sacred parts forever. Chandler was now a stranger—one that she was terrified of. Now, she felt like it was too late. She felt trapped. She realized she should've left the cage the first time the door opened. But then again, she had no idea when the first sign was. It could've been months ago—or the day they met.