Chapter summary: Chapter 6 from the book NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING:I'm the Heroine of My Own Story by Brick Moving Ant
Discover the most important events of Chapter 6, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING:I'm the Heroine of My Own Story. With the engaging writing of Brick Moving Ant, this Internet masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.
My vision blurred, words completely failing me.
Zephyr paused, suddenly pressing his forehead against mine with a cocky raised eyebrow:
"Shit, you're burning up. So you actually are sick?"
His grip loosened as he laughed.
"Whatever, I'll give you a pass this time."
I doubled over, fighting back the urge to vomit.
"You couldn't even text me that you were sick? Still doesn't explain why you've been dodging my messages. You bail on me then try to disappear?"
Zephyr kept listing all my supposed offenses against him.
When I didn't answer, he suddenly jammed his hand under my shirt, his smirk turning predatory:
"Let me see if my favorite little nerd remembered to wear what I like."
I had zero strength to fight back as he forcefully yanked me against him, his hands going everywhere.
His grip was bruising, his movements entitled, his breath hot against my ear.
His fingers traveled freely across my skin, roughly grabbing and squeezing whatever he wanted.
I wrapped my arms protectively around myself, desperately trying to push him away.
Just yesterday he'd trashed me to his friends, yet today he still thought he had rights to my body?
How much more humiliation did he plan to put me through?!
Complete shame and despair overwhelmed me, tears streaming down my face.
With every last bit of energy, I choked out between sobs:
"Get off... me..."
Seeing my tears, Zephyr finally stopped.
Yet he humiliated me in front of everyone.
And never once stood up for me, not with a single fucking word!
Only because he had given all his respect and protection to the girl he actually cared about.
While I was nothing but a convenient body for his pleasure.
Not deserving of basic dignity.
Absolutely nothing to him.
The tears came in a flood.
Summoning strength I didn't know I had, I slapped him hard across his perfect face.
Looking straight into those eyes I'd foolishly loved for years, I spoke each word with complete clarity:
"Zephyr, I am done with your shit. Forever."

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