I was surprised that my face wasn’t as bruised as I thought it would be. The worst black and blue anywhere near my face was just a little above my c...llarbone.I hated people and their damn phones. By the end of first period it had gotten around that I’d got jumped. But, since I’d had the last laugh of it, everyone was saying that I won. So I guess it wasn’t too bad overall.When I got home that day, Melissa refused to talk to me. She was freaking out about the huge bruise I’d given her on her. I lay all the clothes and Rules on the bed and I walk out of the room to make coffee. The shower stops and I hear her step into the bedroom. I finish make the coffee and turn the switch on. I walk to the bedroom to find her putting on the clothes I layed out for her. I stand at the door and ask Everything is good? she replies Everything is great!. I walk back out to the kitchen to let her finish up. About an 30 minutes later I hear her walking down the hall. Her heels making a clicking noise as. He raised his hand and silence fell, he stepped forward and lunged into her, and started fucking her, transferring her blood, flowing freely from the severe beating he had just administered, into his pubic hair and it dripped from his balls as they flopped and banged against her, much to the cheering of the men around me.Men were masturbating next to me, feet from where I sat, but inches from behind me as their penises were becoming entangled in my long hair and as if on cue I had my first load. He cupped her chin in his hand and smiled at her in a way that made sparks pass through the air. He kissed her softly on the lips, but it was a kiss that was like a question, an unanswered question. He pulled back before she could respond. She looked away shyly. His hugged her close to him. His hands moved with the music. He began to explore her body, appraising it by touching it with different parts of his body, his chest, his fingers. She yielded to him, basking in the inches of their bodies.