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My despair increased even more when I felt the head of his cock against my entrance.
“No!” I scream, desperate.
I tried to push him away with my hands, but he grabbed them tightly and pinned them under my head.
“Shut the fuck up, blondie.”
He bit my neck hard, making me moan in pain. I widened my eyes as I felt him push his member inside me. The pain was immense; I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. My screams filled the cell, and heating his moans of pleasure made me feel disgusted, repulsed, and nauseous.
He continued to rape me in every way possible.
I don’t know how many hours passed.
Time lost all meaning.
But I felt when that monster finally pulled away.
I felt when his cock came out of me.
My whole body was heavy, sore, and numb. To be honest, I couldn’t feel anything back there anymore.
My muscles gave way, and I slid off the mattress onto the floor, unable to support my own weight. My arms wouldn’t obey me. My legs were numb.
I lifted my face with effort, and there he was, calmly putting on his uniform, satisfied as if he had just eaten well.
When he met my gaze, he smiled.
That cold, cruel, victorious smile.
“Your body is mine now. And I’m going to love using it as many times as I want,” he said, his voice laden with perverse pleasure.
He approached, crouched in front of me, and held my chin firmly.
“Your ass is too delicious, blondie. Rest, because maybe later I’ll want it again. I’m addicted to you.”
Those words pierced me like knives. His smile made me feel disgust, nausea, and revulsion. I felt a
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bitter taste rise in my throat.
He stood up, walked calmly to the bars, made a sign with his hand, and shortly after, they opened
with a creak.
He left the cell as if nothing had happened. He locked it again, leaving me there… broken.
That’s when I finally broke down.
I started crying.
First silently, then loudly.
An ugly, uncontrolled, desperate cry.
I screamed.
I screamed until my throat burned.
I curled up in the corner of the floor as if that could erase what had happened.
But the pain was still there.
My body still hurt.
My soul… felt shattered.
I lost my virginity.
I was brutally raped.
My arms were limp, without the strength to lift me up. My face was pressed against the cold floor of the cell, which seemed to mock my existence. Every part of my body screamed in pain, a pain that was not only physical but also spiritual, emotional, and immeasurable.
I felt dirty.
Filthy.
As if that man had taken not only my dignity but also my identity.
I couldn’t stop crying,
The tears flowed uncontrollably, wetting the floor as sobs cut off my breath.
The sound of his breathing still echoed in my ears.
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His moans of pleasure.
The arrogant voice whispering in my ear.
The memory of it all made me shudder with disgust.
I felt bile rising, and, unable to hold it back, I turned my face to the side and vomited. The sudden movement made my whole body ache, especially my hip, which felt like it had been torn apart
inside.
I screamed in pain.
I screamed in shame.
I cried even more, like a wounded child begging for help.
But there was no one there.
No one to hear me.
No one to save me.
Just me, my broken body, and the suffocating silence of that cell.
Everything hurt.
Every breath burned.
Even crying hurt.
It was as if the world had crushed me, and the worst part was that I was still alive to feel every part
of it.
I wanted to disappear.
To erase myself.
To disappear from existence.
But all I could do… was keep crying.
At some point, exhaustion won/out.
My body couldn’t take it anymore, and even between sobs and pain, I sank into sleep like someone drowning without a fight.
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It was a blackout.
A brief relief in the midst of the nightmare.
