Jack's attitude had suddenly changed. He was no longer the open-minded man that Helen had become used to. The urgent call from Harry had changed him. He became more protective and hostile and Helen was desperately fighting him off most of the time. He had a plan to remove the danger from her life that she did not agree with and Jack was adamant that it was the right thing to do. However, the love she had for Harry ran far too deep to betray him.
The night Jack received the call from Harry the tension began to grow between them. Helen had locked herself in the bedroom and jack was in possession of her mobile cell phone. Every time Harry called, jack cancelled it and removed all text messages sent from him. He perpetually called to Helen through the bedroom door, telling her that betraying Harry was the right thing to do because he loved her and wanted nobody else but her. She could no longer stand him pleading with her, sometimes softly and other times frighteningly aggressive. She packed a backpack once again and decided that it was time to leave once more.
She opened the bedroom door, dressed to leave instantly. "Get out of my way!" she told Jack pushing him away and dashing to the apartment door. He grabbed he arm and tried desperately to restrain her, but her adrenalin rush had given extra energy to push herself free. "I'm not coming back this time. I accepted you as you always was." She told him. "Now you've changed." She snatched the phone from his hand and left. Jack was in shock. He had never expected her to leave him in that way.
Once she was free that cold rainy late evening, she tried to call Harry. His phone was switched off and as she walked the streets trying to find space, she had realised that there was no other place to go. She needed to be in one stable location at all times in order to continue her studies. Leaving jack was just simply futile. There had to be a way she could convince him that she was safe in her own opinion. Both Harry and Jack were not thinking clearly, she thought. She saw no threat to her life because she knew nothing about the gangs that was possibly useful to anyone.
On her way back to the apartment she tried to call Harry. She had no information from him that told her how he faired personally. She assumed that he was still in hiding somewhere and even if Jack wanted to deal with the O'Grady gang, he had nothing to deal with yet whilst Harry remained underground.
She tapped on the apartment door after using the numerical code to enter the secure building. She still had a door key, but she wanted Jack to answer. She wanted him to forgive her, hoping that he would understand why she left. Jack responded and opened the door. "I thought you had left me for good?"
"I can't." She looked up into his eyes and then hugged him tightly. Jack instinctively accepted returning the affection. "I'm sorry," she whispered repeatedly. The two had once again found their affection for each other so it seemed. Jack was thinking something else beyond affection. He had to show her that he meant business and her running away from him was not good for his self-pride. He saw himself as the dominant protector now that things had become dangerous for them both.
The walk through the rain drenched Helen and she removed the backpack, resting it onto the floor. Jack locked the front door once she was inside. She turned to look at him, wanting more of his affection. Jack folded his arms, body language that told her that he was not going to give her any at that moment in time. "You are soaking wet. I think you should strip off those clothes."
"Yes, good idea, I need to shower and relax."
"No. Just strip now. No shower." Jack demanded. Helen thought the demand was not his usual nature. "Do it!" He snapped out his words. She wondered if this was a game he wanted to play because she ran away again, or atleast attempted to.
"Are you serious?" she asked with a quizzical smile.
"Of course I'm serious. If you don't, then I will."
"Wait... you are suggesting that I strip or you will rape me or something like that?"
"Yes, exactly. The Professor told me all about your plan, confirming to me that is what you liked. Am I correct? Is that true? That you have a rape fetish?"
"Er... not exactly a fetish..."
"Then what? Let me test you on that. Strip off all of your clothes now."
"Wait... I don't think this is a good time to play out these games..." Before she could finish her statement, Jack lurched forward and pushed her onto the couch. He held his hand around her throat, not too hard, but hard enough to scare her. His eyes stared into hers with meaningful objectivity. She looked back at him, realising that his grip was not exactly hurting or choking her.
"Ok you bitch, shall I continue?" He asked. She nodded and somehow thought the whole act was no longer unpleasant. Infact, it was becoming quite erotic, just like the time when she and the professor were discussing the act of premeditated rape and surprise. Was Jack now doing it for him? she thought.
Jack clutched at her denim jeans, unfastening them in haste whilst still restraining her by the neck. He pulled them down as far as he could and then with both hands he lifted her and turned her around, pushing her head into the backrest of the couch. In that position he could pull down the jeans to the bottom of her thighs, restraining her legs together. Then with one almighty pull, he ripped apart her lace panties, exposing her whilst still pushing her against the couch with one arm. "OK bitch, I'm going to fuck you both ways until you beg me to stop."
Those words reminded her of the professor once more. They were the kind of words that he would have used whilst fucking his late wife, especially on the night she had accidentally died during the sex act. Jack wasted no time in freeing his hardness and using its head to seek out her anus between her cheeks. With one almighty thrust he entered her sharply. Helen was not accustomed to harsh anal penetration, but that no longer mattered. It hurt her at first and then the pain turned very quickly to pleasure. Although she was unable to spread her thighs wider, Jack found it easy to thrust into her with vigour. Helen gripped the back of the couch, feeling every single pounding thrust of his hard cock. She could feel the tingling pleasures of it inside as it touched a similar g-spot to the one within her vagina. But then Jack stopped and withdrew, sliding his penis up and down between both orifices.
"Please don't stop." Helen softly whispered, her head buried into the backrest of the couch.