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[REBECCA]
The night had cast its dark veil over the world, and the quietude settled upon the house like a soothing balm. The stillness embraced every corner, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.
Feeling the weariness of the day weighing upon me, I languidly made my way to the bed. With a gentle descent, I laid my head upon the soft pillow, and before long, sleep began to claim its hold over me, pulling me into its embrace.
Nestling deeper under the covers, a contented sigh escaped my lips as the tension in my muscles gradually melted away. Sleep enveloped my body and mind, ushering me into a realm of dreams.
In a different setting, I found myself bent over a desk, the fabric of my dress hiked up to my hips, exposing my bare buttocks to him. Panties were forbidden, his reasoning being the convenience it offered him.
He reveled in the power to possess me whenever and wherever he pleased, with severe consequences awaiting me should I defy him. Through painful experiences, I had learned the futility of resisting him.
His rough and icy hand trailed over my exposed flesh, and in an instant, a resounding slap landed forcefully upon one cheek, causing me to flinch and tears to well up in my eyes.
A second strike echoed upon the opposite side, carrying the same intensity as before.
“I adore seeing your posterior adorned in such a manner, flushed crimson by my hand. It’s truly exquisite,” he murmured in a husky voice, his breath tickling my ear.
Silence became my ally as I refrained from uttering a word or making any movement. Such actions were strictly forbidden in his presence.
From behind, the sound of his slacks being unzipped reached my ears, causing me to draw in a deep breath as fear coursed through my veins. I knew what awaited me next.
He positioned himself between my thighs, and as I felt his tip poised at my entrance, revulsion washed over me. Panic and pain merged into an overwhelming sensation of crippling terror.
I shut my eyes tightly, allowing silent tears to trace their path down my cheeks. Biting down on the inside of my cheek, I suppressed any cries of agony that threatened to escape as he forcefully penetrated me, impaling me completely.
An inferno of agony blazed within me, as if my very core was being sliced open from the inside.
His moans of pleasure filled the air, stripping away my innocence and dignity relentlessly, day after day.
He ravaged me mercilessly, inflicting unbearable pain upon me with every thrust, devoid of any compassion or remorse.
Throughout this ordeal, two of his cohorts stood by, their eyes gleaming with lust as they pleasured themselves. Their groans mingled with his, adding to the degradation that consumed me.
Unable to endure the degradation any longer, I squeezed my eyes shut once more, seeking refuge in the darkness, hoping to escape the torment that had become my reality.
Raffaele’s grunts filled the room as he withdrew from my body, and I could feel his release trickling down my thighs. I remained motionless, anticipating his next command.
“My fiancee is absolutely stunning, don’t you think?” Raffaele remarked.
“Damn right, boss. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” one of the men replied.
“Yeah, boss. I couldn’t agree more. You’ve got yourself one hell of a beautiful lady,” the other man chimed in.
Raffaele hummed thoughtfully, his hand gliding over my buttocks, his fingers digging into my skin, causing me to flinch. “You know, I believe in sharing,” he said.
In an instant, my eyes shot open, and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.
No. No, please, God, no.
“Do you want to fuck her?” Raffaele asked, his voice as cold as ever.
No. No, please. Just say no. Please.
“Yeah, but only if you give us permission,” one of the men eagerly replied.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Come here, then.” Raffaele moved away, and I watched as the two men stood up, their eyes brimming with lust and desire. They circled around the table, disappearing from my view. Sensing their presence behind me, I saw Raffaele return to stand in front of me. He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“You will keep your eyes on me as they fuck you. And you will take it like a good girl,” he hissed, his nails digging into my chin, causing me to wince.
Releasing my chin, he seized both of my arms, pulling them forward, immobilizing me. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I felt one of the men positioning himself at my entrance.
My entire body convulsed violently, but quickly, a numbing sensation enveloped me. The first man thrust into me relentlessly, over and over again, until he released a primal roar of satisfaction. Then it was the second man’s turn.
With each forceful thrust, fragments of myself seemed to disintegrate. With each guttural groan, the shattered remnants of my heart crumbled further. With each moan, a piece of my soul slipped away.
I no longer felt anything. I had become an empty vessel. A tremendous void occupied my chest, and a sharp pang twisted my stomach as the man finished inside me. My throat tightened, and before I could stop it, vomit erupted from me, staining the table.
Raffaele chuckled, and in the next moment, he withdrew his gun, pointing it behind me. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall onto the table, my body broken, violated, and lifeless. Silently, I pleaded for mercy.
Then, the room filled with two deafening gunshots.
With a jolt, my eyes flew open, and a horrifying sight greeted me-blood. Their lifeless bodies lay before me. A scream tore from my throat, reverberating in my ears as I crumbled under the weight of anguish and terror. My cries were a symphony of agony, pleading desperately for respite.
“No more,” I whimpered, my voice strained and trembling. “I can’t bear it. Please, no more.”
As I awakened, tears streamed down my face, and the echoes of my nightmare’s screams lingered, ringing in my ears. My breathing grew shallow, and a crushing pressure constricted my heart, causing unbearable pain. Gasping for air, I attempted to draw a deep breath, only to choke on my own distress.
My body convulsed violently, and repeated bouts of retching overcame me. The nightdress clung to my skin, drenched in sweat, while an incessant itch crawled beneath its surface. Desperately, I scratched and clawed, drawing blood. Panic surged within me.
“No, no, no!” I wailed, grabbing my head and tugging at my hair, the searing pain intensifying. Tears blurred my vision, and dizziness enveloped me. It felt as if my very being was consumed by flames, as if I were slowly dying. My heart pounded relentlessly against my rib cage, causing my chest to ache, while my stomach churned and my legs spasmed uncontrollably.
With trembling hands, I pushed the comforter aside and stumbled out of bed, only to collapse onto the floor. My weakened legs betrayed me. Gazing at my hands, I saw no traces of blood. Relief washed over me momentarily. Yet, as I gasped for breath, my eyes closed, and when they opened again, I was confronted with the horrifying sight of blood staining my hands once more-blood belonging to those who were lost.
Frantically, I wiped my hands against my dress, attempting to rid myself of the macabre evidence. Overwhelmed by nausea, I retched, my body doubling over in agony. Snot and tears mingled on my face as I collapsed, crying out in despair. Death seemed preferable to enduring this torment any longer.
The pain enveloped me, threatening to consume my existence entirely. I could not bear its weight any longer. I craved solace, yearned for peace. “Please,” I pleaded, directing my plea to whoever might be listening. “Please.”
Driven by an unknown force, I began to crawl towards the door, gasping harshly as the room seemed to spin. Through blurred vision, I reached the door, mustering the strength to pull myself upright and open it. Swallowing hard, I stumbled outside, my legs incapable of supporting me.
With every ounce of strength remaining, I dragged myself towards the bedroom at the end of the hallway, the sound of my sniffles echoing through the corridor as tears continued to flow down my cheeks. All I craved was a fleeting moment of tranquility-a chance to breathe.
When I finally arrived at the door I sought, I slumped against it, my heart constricting painfully. Each breath was a struggle, and I wheezed, my lungs fighting against the air I attempted to inhale. Choking on my own breath, I strained to rise, using the door as support. Collapsing against it, I whispered a name, my eyes fluttering as consciousness slipped away.
“Artemy,” I murmured, feeling the grip of peace begin to loosen my troubled mind. “Bring me peace.”
With great effort, I managed to slap my hand against the door, its movement feeble and slow. Just as I was on the brink of surrender, ready to succumb to the impending darkness, the door swung open, and I tumbled forward into his waiting arms.
Peace.
Clutching his shirt in a desperate grip, I wept, longing for an end to the torment that consumed me. “Make… it… stop,” I pleaded, my voice shattered by sobs. “Please, I can’t… take it.”
I sobbed uncontrollably, my pleas for release echoing in the air.
“Make it stop.”