Aretta & Secrets

The umpteenth abuse

His attitude changed and his dark personality instantly overpowered him. The glint in the eyes of the Gods looked terrible and I barely had time to think about what would happen next before he threw me into the bed where his blood started to dry up and lay on top of me. I struggled to get rid of him from above my body, but unfortunately God weighs 30kg more than I weigh. With her superiority, she used her weight to pin my arms over my head and she sat on my chest. I myself could barely breathe because the air cavity in my chest was depressed by her weight. But amazingly I did not feel any pain in the wrist that had been held tightly by the God.

He smiled at me, "You look amazing."

My tears began to pool and threatened to flow from my eyes. I tried desperately not to let them flow. I struggled alone in oxygen-deprived conditions. The situation this time was no better than what had happened in the parking lot at that time.

It seems that God has learned more since he already anticipated many things by holding my leg so that I cannot kick it.

"You're just mutinying my power is greater than the power you have."

It was only the first round and I was defeated. As a member of the mafia group he must have known many tricks to trap women because suddenly the man opened his body and brought his lips to my lips. I refused and kept trying to stay away.

B****** that bit my lips and made me scream in pain. He used the opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth and try to silence the airway. I am powerless because I have no power to resist. The tears I was enduring desperately came out and flowed down my cheekbones before flowing down my neck leaving a wet trail. I whine for release. But he thought if I wanted more and he insisted on kissing me inside.

I freaked. If he had dared to rape me in a place like this, I would have completely killed myself right then and there. I'm not sad my body was touched by the kidnapper.

And luckily she pulled away while grinning at me, "Interesting," she said seductively but did not immediately wake up from me. What he did was very annoying. The damn guy was trying to attract my attention which made me even more unwilling to glance. Whatever he did was very uninteresting to witness.

My tears never subsided, even flowed more rapidly. I also couldn't take a deep breath to let out a crying sound because the man was still supporting me in my chest. He tortured me nonstop.

"Stip it!" He shouted a warning. I asked not to cry. And I myself could not immediately stop my crying after what he did to me. Which sane person doesn't cry when he's harassed. Instead of stopping, my tears even more rushing to flow through my back neck.

"Can you stop crying?" He screamed again. This time it was harder. Maybe for him with her screaming out loud, it would scare me and make me obey. She herself still narrows my hand and presses it even harder, indicating that she is angry.

The pain began to spread and it was extremely difficult to endure. I was struggling to stop my tears as the pain grew.

"Stop." He pressed his sharp blade against my skin. I tried my hardest to stop the flow of tears. But like a box pandora, my tears seemed to flow straight from the center and felt very difficult to stop even though I had tried harder. I tried to hold my voice even though the tears were still flowing. I hope the gods don't realize.

But that man is not a fool. He was conscious and knew I was still crying.

The sharp blade of his knife he pressed harder into my skin and I could feel the sharp part of it piercing through the base of my neck. The warm, flowing blood managed to drain the cold surface of my yoke. I started screaming with a little breath left. He looked me in the eye as he pulled his knife back and lowered it towards my chest. I felt my skin split and the blood started to pool and drip into the car. The god pulled the knife from my skin to the dress I was wearing. The light reflected off the knife made me tremble. There's blood filling the knife and it's my blood.

I saw my blood flowing from the tip of the knife down and flowing into his hands. I kept shouting until he threatened again while pointing a knife at me. My screams grew even more heartbreaking as he re-scratched my body starting from the neck of the hingva to my chest. The man smirked looking to enjoy what he was doing just now. His eyes looked at me full of twinkle.

"So you want to talk to me?"

My unrelenting whimper made him give up on asking me to stop. The god rose from above my chest and let me enjoy the air entering my lungs. I took a deep breath. He was still seen looking at me while thinking for a moment, before grabbing the plastic bag containing the food and carrying it.

"You don't deserve to be treated well indeed" he murmured as he climbed the stairs with all the food he had offered me.

Now I'm left in the bed where he tortured his victims. My fate will be the same as the previous victim. Blood loss in bed.

My tears are flowing again. More powerful than ever. I don't make a sound because I don't want to get more torture than this. This time, only I could hear my crying.

I hope he gets arrested soon before he manages to harass me further. That guy is completely insane.

The camouflaged madman was truly terrifying. I recall the first incident when I caught him. Why should I? Why did I have to go back to class. If I just let my phone go, of course this incident won't happen to me.

I've been living shit and why the bad luck seems reluctant to disappear. I just want to enjoy a normal life like everyone else. Want to feel happiness without being haunted by the fear that eats away at the mind.