Chapter 25
CASSIE
I was scared of the place he was taking me to. Every part of me was trembling with anxiety. Why was this happening to me? How could this unfortunate incident befall me during this period? I tried shouting but the man didn’t drop me. He didn’t seem to be scared that I was screaming my lungs out too. He walked out of the club yet no one heard me. No one seemed to care that a man had flung a girl over his shoulder and was heading for the parking lot.
Most of them were drunk and I didn’t expect much from them, yet I couldn’t help but shout until my voice screeched. Although I was fighting with the man and hitting him repeatedly while cussing him out, none of it affected him. He was so strong that it felt like I was hitting an Iron Man.
“Stay!” He slapped my butt and I squirmed with disgust and anger. How could he hit me like that? I felt like a slut. The rest of the people who had seen us must have thought the same as well. My thought was confirmed when a guy whispered to his friend,
“She is having fun.” He laughed.
Fun? How was this fun? Those bastards tagged a girl screaming as having fun? Screaming had suddenly turned into something fun. He shoved me into the back of the bus without warning which made my head slam against the couch roughly. Taking a look at the Vehicle with a headache, I saw it had a barrier that separated the driver’s compartment from the passenger area.
Every part of me was trembling. I screamed and cried for him not to shut the door of the van but he did, a cruel smirk on his face. He didn’t care. He didn’t fucking care. He had a murderous look on his face as if he would kill me if he didn’t need to rape me. He mentioned his boss, he would give me to his boss as though I were some kind of commodity. What was I thinking? Men like these think women are some kind of commodity.
I slammed my legs against the doors, hoping it wouldn’t budge. The fact that I think that I would be able to kick the door open was crazier than kicking it. I kept stressing my legs, kicking and hitting until his voice rasped out,
“Are you oblivious? The door can never open, stop stressing yourself!” He growled at me which made me relax and fall into the seat. Every part of me started to shake with so much fear and realization started to set in. I was going to be raped. This man was taking me to a place of the unknown, my heart thudded loudly with so much fear of the unknown.
Please help me, Lord. Please help me. I shouldn’t have loved my stepfather. I was not supposed to like his touch on my skin and moan when his fingers grazed me. Please forgive me for being a bad daughter to my mom, for fucking her husband, forgive me. I knew I committed debauchery, forgive me, please.
I jammed my hands together and stretched them forward before me, begging God for forgiveness. If you forgive me this time and save me from this trouble, I will run away from Damien and never commit any sin again. I didn’t want to die. I was scared of what this strange man would do to me as he drove me through the strange road. Every part of me tensed so much that I thought I would pass out soon.
Finally, the car entered a black gate and the gate instantly closed itself. My heart pounded in my chest again and I flung my eyes around when the car stopped. The crazy man walked out of the driver’s seat and came to open the door. Without warning, he threw me over his shoulder again. I fought again but this time I was weaker from all the fighting I had done prior.
He walked through a lobby with nice white lights before reaching the living room. The appearance of the living room only scared ung more as I didn’t expect to be amid gangsters. There were not a lot of men in the room, there was only one, and the one who carried me made them two.
It was the aura in the room that made me think so. The man in the room had ginger locs on his head and tobacco in his mouth. When he turned around, I shrieked and cowered back in fear. He was in front of three naked girls who looked like they were in the mood for sex.
“Patrick, Is she for tonight?” He licked his tongue. His voice was crooked and scary. He puffed out smoke while Patrick nodded, “Yes boss,”
Instantly, I shook my head shivering.
No. I looked at Patrick before staring back at the short guy in the room. He was creepy and I would die if he touched me talkless of fucking me.
“I was attracted to her but seeing her beauty inspired me to bring her to you. You deserve her and not me.”
“You are right. Right is what you are Patrick.” He walked over putting the tobacco into his mouth again. He came nearer and tapped Patrick’s shoulder before landing his eyes on me. I shivered like a wet puppy, twisting my fingers with the other.
“She is pretty, just what I need for tonight.” He moved his other hand to my chest and grazed my nipple with his finger which made me pull back.
“No. please.” I sobbed, every part of me tensing up.
Patrick obeyed his order and grabbed me again. He took me up the stairs and into a room that smelled just like his short boss. He stepped back and his short boss walked in, tossing his cigarette into the bin. Patrick bowed before walking out leaving me and the short and ugly man in the room.
I had already bawled my eyes out in the car, tears were dropping from my face anymore.
“Please, I am not a whore. Please, I am only a student.” I cried, crawling backward until I reached the bedheadboard.
I was looking at his face well hence I noticed the different scars on his face which only added to his ugliness and cruel look. He huffed.
“Yet you are dressed this way and were in the club?” He chuckled.
“Did Patrick tell you that I wouldn’t pay you? I will fuvk you good and also give you some cash, what’s better than that.” He stepped on the bed and I froze.
I was scared of the place he was taking me to. Every part of me was trembling with anxiety. Why was this happening to me? How could this unfortunate incident befall me during this period? I tried shouting but the man didn’t drop me. He didn’t seem to be scared that I was screaming my lungs out too. He walked out of the club yet no one heard me. No one seemed to care that a man had flung a girl over his shoulder and was heading for the parking lot.
Most of them were drunk and I didn’t expect much from them, yet I couldn’t help but shout until my voice screeched. Although I was fighting with the man and hitting him repeatedly while cussing him out, none of it affected him. He was so strong that it felt like I was hitting an Iron Man.
“Stay!” He slapped my butt and I squirmed with disgust and anger. How could he hit me like that? I felt like a slut. The rest of the people who had seen us must have thought the same as well. My thought was confirmed when a guy whispered to his friend,
“She is having fun.” He laughed.
Fun? How was this fun? Those bastards tagged a girl screaming as having fun? Screaming had suddenly turned into something fun. He shoved me into the back of the bus without warning which made my head slam against the couch roughly. Taking a look at the Vehicle with a headache, I saw it had a barrier that separated the driver’s compartment from the passenger area.
Every part of me was trembling. I screamed and cried for him not to shut the door of the van but he did, a cruel smirk on his face. He didn’t care. He didn’t fucking care. He had a murderous look on his face as if he would kill me if he didn’t need to rape me. He mentioned his boss, he would give me to his boss as though I were some kind of commodity. What was I thinking? Men like these think women are some kind of commodity.
I slammed my legs against the doors, hoping it wouldn’t budge. The fact that I think that I would be able to kick the door open was crazier than kicking it. I kept stressing my legs, kicking and hitting until his voice rasped out,
“Are you oblivious? The door can never open, stop stressing yourself!” He growled at me which made me relax and fall into the seat. Every part of me started to shake with so much fear and realization started to set in. I was going to be raped. This man was taking me to a place of the unknown, my heart thudded loudly with so much fear of the unknown.
Please help me, Lord. Please help me. I shouldn’t have loved my stepfather. I was not supposed to like his touch on my skin and moan when his fingers grazed me. Please forgive me for being a bad daughter to my mom, for fucking her husband, forgive me. I knew I committed debauchery, forgive me, please.
I jammed my hands together and stretched them forward before me, begging God for forgiveness. If you forgive me this time and save me from this trouble, I will run away from Damien and never commit any sin again. I didn’t want to die. I was scared of what this strange man would do to me as he drove me through the strange road. Every part of me tensed so much that I thought I would pass out soon.
Finally, the car entered a black gate and the gate instantly closed itself. My heart pounded in my chest again and I flung my eyes around when the car stopped. The crazy man walked out of the driver’s seat and came to open the door. Without warning, he threw me over his shoulder again. I fought again but this time I was weaker from all the fighting I had done prior.
He walked through a lobby with nice white lights before reaching the living room. The appearance of the living room only scared ung more as I didn’t expect to be amid gangsters. There were not a lot of men in the room, there was only one, and the one who carried me made them two.
It was the aura in the room that made me think so. The man in the room had ginger locs on his head and tobacco in his mouth. When he turned around, I shrieked and cowered back in fear. He was in front of three naked girls who looked like they were in the mood for sex.
“Patrick, Is she for tonight?” He licked his tongue. His voice was crooked and scary. He puffed out smoke while Patrick nodded, “Yes boss,”
Instantly, I shook my head shivering.
No. I looked at Patrick before staring back at the short guy in the room. He was creepy and I would die if he touched me talkless of fucking me.
“I was attracted to her but seeing her beauty inspired me to bring her to you. You deserve her and not me.”
“You are right. Right is what you are Patrick.” He walked over putting the tobacco into his mouth again. He came nearer and tapped Patrick’s shoulder before landing his eyes on me. I shivered like a wet puppy, twisting my fingers with the other.
“She is pretty, just what I need for tonight.” He moved his other hand to my chest and grazed my nipple with his finger which made me pull back.
“No. please.” I sobbed, every part of me tensing up.
Patrick obeyed his order and grabbed me again. He took me up the stairs and into a room that smelled just like his short boss. He stepped back and his short boss walked in, tossing his cigarette into the bin. Patrick bowed before walking out leaving me and the short and ugly man in the room.
I had already bawled my eyes out in the car, tears were dropping from my face anymore.
“Please, I am not a whore. Please, I am only a student.” I cried, crawling backward until I reached the bedheadboard.
I was looking at his face well hence I noticed the different scars on his face which only added to his ugliness and cruel look. He huffed.
“Yet you are dressed this way and were in the club?” He chuckled.
“Did Patrick tell you that I wouldn’t pay you? I will fuvk you good and also give you some cash, what’s better than that.” He stepped on the bed and I froze.
No. This couldn’t be happening? My entire body began to shiver so much that I thought I was going to pass out again. Instead, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him and I struggled to be swayed but he had more strength compared to me.
He was able to pull me to himself and then he grabbed my legs which I also thrashed and thrashed but nothing seemed to stop him as he made his way through my thighs. I cried with disgust and pain.
“Let her go!” A voice suddenly let out but I couldn’t sense where it had come from.
No. This couldn’t be happening? My entire body began to shiver so much that I thought I was going to pass out again. Instead, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him and I struggled to be swayed but he had more strength compared to me.
He was able to pull me to himself and then he grabbed my legs which I also thrashed and thrashed but nothing seemed to stop him as he made his way through my thighs. I cried with disgust and pain.
“Let her go!” A voice suddenly let out but I couldn’t sense where it had come from.
