Ache

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
NADIA
I thought I was strong, but I was just a weakling, as weak as the strength I thought I had. My confidence had taken a hit for the worst. The bullying had become so unbearable that I had not gone to school for the past couple of days. I didn’t care that we had a test coming up the next day. I just wanted to stay away from Alex and Sandro. I wanted to stay away from everyone! But their shadows always seemed to be everywhere, every fucking place! I had just returned from my afternoon shift at the grocery store when I decided to sleep a little so I could feel much better for the rest of the night. I needed to read for the next day’s test.
I dragged myself into my small, cluttered apartment. The room felt suffocatingly small, the walls lined with outdated posters and chipped paint. I threw my bag onto the couch and stumbled to my bed, feeling every bone in my body ache. The mattress was old and lumpy, but at that moment, it felt like the most comforting place on earth. I barely had the energy to pull the thin blanket over myself before I drifted off, my exhaustion overcoming me.
My sleep was fitful and fragmented, filled with disturbing dreams of being chased through endless hallways, the echoes of Alex and Sandro’s mocking laughter reverberating around me. I tossed and turned, trying to escape the haunting nightmares, but the relentless pounding on my door yanked me back into reality. At first, I thought I was still dreaming. The knocks were soft, almost like a distant memory, but then they grew louder and more insistent. I blinked awake, groggy and disoriented, trying to figure out what was happening.
With a heavy sigh, I forced myself out of bed and shuffled to the door, my feet dragging. As I approached the door, I rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep. “Who is it?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. I was sure it was just my imagination, but the knocking continued.
“It’s a delivery guy,” he said.
“A delivery guy?,” I asked, surprised.
“I have a parcel for you, Nadia,” came the same voice from the other side.
A parcel? I thought to myself, my mind struggling to clear the fog of sleep. I hadn’t ordered anything recently. Had I made a mistake and forgotten about it?
“I didn’t order anything,” I said aloud, feeling more awake but still confused.
“I know you didn’t. Someone made an order on your behalf,” the voice said, calm and almost amused.
“Someone?” I echoed, my tone incredulous as if I hadn’t heard correctly.
“Don’t worry, it’s been paid for,” he said. I wanted to ask who had made the order for me, and who was behind this mysterious delivery, but I quickly dismissed it. I didn’t want to keep the delivery guy waiting, and he might not even know who arranged it.
Slowly, I turned the handle and opened the door. But as soon as I did, I realized it was a setup. The “delivery guy” was one of Alex and Sandro’s friends. My heart sank as I saw Alex, Sandro, and a few other guys from their gang standing behind him, their faces twisted into smug grins.
I froze for a moment, a wave of panic crashing over me. I knew immediately I was in trouble. My instincts screamed at me to shut the door, but it was too late. The so-called delivery guy shoved his foot in the doorway, and the others pushed their way in.
Desperate to get away, I stumbled backward into my small living room. My feet slid on the worn wooden floor, and I slipped, crashing down hard. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I lay there for a moment, stunned and helpless. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to get up, but my legs felt like lead.
Alex and Sandro, grinning wickedly, approached me. Alex’s eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. “Hello, Nadia,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Missed us?”
I tried to get to my feet, but my movements were slow and unsteady. Sandro’s laughter echoed through the room, a sharp, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. “Wow, look at this place,” Sandro said, taking in my small, cluttered apartment. “I’ve seen better in a junkyard.”
Alex picked up a dusty old picture frame from a nearby shelf, turning it around to show the cracked glass and faded photo inside. “Seriously, Nadia, is this where you spend all your time? Living in squalor? It’s almost impressive how you manage to make everything look so pathetic.”
I wanted to yell at them, to tell them how much they were hurting me, but my voice caught in my throat. Instead, I just sat there, feeling utterly defeated. Each taunt, each sneer chipped away at my already fragile self-esteem.
Alex and Sandro continued their mockery. Alex picked up a stack of old newspapers and let them flutter to the floor. “I can’t believe you live like this. It’s like a horror show. Did you even try to clean up a little? Or are you just resigned to this mess?”
Sandro walked over to the small kitchen area, making a face as he peered into the sink, filled with dirty dishes. “Ugh, this is disgusting. Are you ever going to clean this? Or do you just let it pile up because you don’t care?”
I could only sit there, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, trying not to let them see how much their words were affecting me.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of their cruel taunts, Alex and Sandro seemed to lose interest. They exchanged a look of satisfaction before turning to leave. “Remember, Nadia,” Alex said over his shoulder, “this is what happens when you think you can just hide away from your problems. You can’t escape us.”
They filed out of the apartment, and the silence that followed was oppressive. I lay there on the floor, my body trembling, my mind reeling from the humiliation and pain. The apartment felt even smaller and more confining now, a stark reminder of just how alone I felt.
But just then, they returned, smiling playfully. Alex walked over to me, and said, “We almost forgot why we came, Nadia. Can you believe that?” he smiled.
“Why did you come?” I managed to ask, not sure if I should have responded.
“You’ll see that soon,” Sandro said. “Guys, it’s time,” he announced. Immediately, the guys flooded in, set their camera, and gave him the thumbs up.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking scared.
Before I knew what was happening, Alex and Sandro removed their clothes, wore a mask, and dangled their thick dicks before me. I tried to get up, to run away but they overwhelmed me. Sandro grabbed me and tore my clothes, while Alex removed my pants.
“Holy shit!” Alex said, stunned. He wouldn’t take his eyes off my pussy.
“I told you it’s always appealing,” Sandro said.
“Please, let me be!” I pleaded.
“Surely, we will, but that will be after we are done fucking you,” Sandro said, laughing.
I wanted to run away but I had nowhere to go. Like
hungry wolves, they came after and pushed me to the bed.
While Alex worked his mouth on my pussy, Sandro forced me to suck his dick. It felt so hard and hot in my mouth.
It continued that way till he cummed on me, then came to my pussy and began to finger me while occasionally slapping my ass.
Alex brought his dick close to me and made me work it with my hands, moving up and down before he forced it into my mouth.
Inside my mouth had already begun to get sore from how much work they made me do. But before I could complain, Sandro bent me in a way that his dick was just at my ass that was positioned to him in a doggy style.
“Sandro…” I whimpered but he ignored me and thrusted straight into my walls without caring to know if I was fine with it.
I shut my eyes as tears slid. I had read every sweet thing about sex, the chills which I felt but the emotional satisfaction? It was far from it. How could I enjoy a sef that I was forced into?
When Sandro felt that he was satisfied, he pulled out of me and Alex took over.
They took turns to fuck me, each aggressively filling my pussy with their dicks as they rotated between my vagina and anus. I was in tears all through, barely able to utter a word as they pushed even deeper.
When they were done, they got up, got dressed, and walked away, laughing as they did.
As I lay there, I could still hear their laughter echoing in my ears, mingling with the crushing sense of failure and isolation. I felt utterly defeated.
I’ve been used…. again!
During class the next day, I found myself barely able to walk. The pain from what Alex and Sandro had done the previous night was still fresh and unbearable. It felt like every step I took was an assault on my already battered body. But I knew I couldn’t skip school, not with everything that had happened. I couldn’t hide away and let them think I was just another student who had overworked herself by partying too hard.
As soon as I walked into the classroom, I could feel a wave of eyes turning to look at me. Their gazes were sharp, almost like they were waiting for me to crumble. Some students laughed openly, their voices carrying across the room. “Look at Nadia,” one girl said loudly, “she must have had one hell of a night, fucking and being fucked. No wonder she’s dragging.” Another voice chimed in with a snicker, “I bet she’s just another club girl who pushed herself too far. Not that I give a fuck about her! She’s just so miserable, a loose slut!”
Every sneer and comment felt like a stab to my heart. I wanted to scream, to tell them all the truth. But I knew they wouldn’t believe me. How could they? I was just a girl with a reputation that preceded her. I felt completely helpless, standing there while their laughter and cruel remarks echoed around me.
I made my way to my desk, each step feeling like I was walking through molasses. My legs were weak, and my head throbbed with every beat of my heart. I tried to focus on the laptop in front of me as the test began. The words on the screen were a blur, and my mind struggled to grasp even the simplest concepts. The questions seemed to swim in and out of focus, adding to my confusion.
The supervising teacher, Mrs. Caldwell, noticed that I was having trouble. She must have thought I had no understanding of the questions considering I had skipped class a few times. She walked over with a concerned expression on her face. “Nadia, are you okay?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with worry. I tried to respond, but my throat felt tight and my voice barely made it out. I opened my mouth, but no words came, only a strangled noise that I hoped conveyed my distress.
Before I could process what was happening, everything began to spin. My vision went dark at the edges, and I felt my knees give way beneath me. I collapsed to the floor, the hard surface knocking the breath out of me. I could hear a flurry of movement around me as students scrambled to help. Some were shouting for help, others hovered anxiously, their voices a jumble of worried murmurs.
As I lay there, I felt a strange calmness. The chaos of the classroom seemed to fade away, and I was enveloped in a soothing stillness.
In those moments, I felt oddly at peace, detached from the world’s cruelty. It was a reprieve I hadn’t felt in a long time, and despite the confusion and fear of the situation, it was almost comforting.
If this is my end, let it consume me!