Chapter 1
Trigger Warning: Rape
Amelia's Point Of View.
It's not Friday the 13th today but why am I so unlucky? My phone's battery is dead, I'm hungry and thirsty, I don't have any cash with me and I can't seem to withdraw because I'm lost.
I don't know where I'm going!
I've been driving for a while but I don't really know where I am now, I only see houses and roads.
I took a deep breath before continuing to drive again while preventing myself from panicking. I thought that when I drive again I will reach my friend's house that I am going to so I am here now but it is night already but I am still here in the middle of the road and do not know where to go.
Why didn't I bring a power bank? I'm sure that friend of mine is worried about me!
I turned off the engine of my car and just sat back in my seat. What do I do now?
I looked at a big mansion in front of me when the light suddenly turned on outside of it causing it to get my attention, my forehead frown because of the exterior design of the mansion.
I quickly opened the door of my car thinking of a solution to my current problem, why didn't I immediately think to ask the people here?! That's the only thing I can do now!
I walked fast and breathed as I approached the big mansion, and when I arrived I sighed loudly and rang the doorbell. And I was surprised because it opened quickly and a tall man appeared to me, he looked like a club bouncer.
He looked at me from head to toe causing my eyebrows to rise.
"The prostitute that Sir Chase chose today is sexy," said the man, causing my forehead to furrow.
What the hell is he saying?
"What the fuck are you talking about—?!" I shouted angrily but I was stopped by the man's quick hold on my arm and forced me to enter the mansion.
"Let me go! I'm not a fucking prostitute!" I shouted angrily but the man holding my arm didn't seem to hear because he just kept walking while holding my arm. "Fuck you! I'll tell this to my dad and you'll fucking go to jail!"
Damn! He's too strong for someone like me!
I was surprised when the man suddenly let go of me and looked at me badly. "You're so noisy, do you know Sir Chase hates noise?!" he shouted angrily before slapping me hard causing me to lose consciousness.
"What the hell did you do? Are you sure this bitch is still alive? Why did she take so long to wake up?"
"She's so noisy that's why I slapped her, Sir."
"Damn it!"
I slowly opened my eyes and saw the white ceiling of an unfamiliar room.
"Oh it's looks like she's already awake," said the man so I quickly looked at him and saw him looking at me with a smile on his lips.
And I realized that I was lying on a big bed and my hands and feet were tied.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted. "Why are my hands and feet tied?! What do you want to do to me?!" I shouted angrily as I tried to break free from being tied.
"Why is this prostitute so innocent?"
I stopped moving because of what I heard and looked at the man who was looking at me seriously.
His face looks so cold, he's almost pale white. And his eyebrows were thin and narrow and had a pointed nose, his eyes are screaming coldness and violence.
"I have no idea, Sir Chase. Maybe she's just faking it," answered the man who slapped me.
What the hell, do they think I'm a prostitute? Why would they mistake me for a prostitute?! I don't know what's going on!
I looked again at what he called Sir Chase because he was looking at me seriously, he signaled the man who slapped me to leave the room, which he quickly followed.
"I'm not a fucking prostitute!" I shouted angrily when the man who slapped me came out.
"Oh really?" he said.
"Yes! So let me go!" I shouted, my throat hurts from repeatedly shouting.
He frowned and slowly walked towards me and when he got close, he quickly grabbed my jaw and made me face him, my breathing became faster when I saw his eyes.
"Why don't you introduce yourself to me then if you're not a prostitute?" he said coldly. "What are you a sex worker? A rent girl? But you're still a whore, right?"
"Fuck you," I said angrily and I frowned when he looks at my body.
"You have a nice body and I can't wait to taste it," he said and looked at my face seriously. "A strawberry sweet lips, a long black hair that suits you. Soft angled eyebrow shape and a dainty nose," he added.
"Fuck you! That's not a compliment!"
"Why are you blushing?" he said and a grin appears on his lips. I was about to shout again but was surprised when he quickly grabbed my top and ripped it off. I was quickly filled with fear because of what he did.
"Stop please! Stop! Fuck!" I shouted but he didn't listen and grabbed my bra and quickly removed it, and at the same time as he removed the bra, tears slowly came out of my eyes.
I tried to hide my breasts even though my hands were tied but he quickly came on top of me causing my sobs to get louder.
"S-stop please! I'm begging you," I cried but he seems like he didn't hear me because I could see the lust in his eyes before he finally kissed my breasts. "Help me please! Someone help me! Stop please! Please!"
I couldn't help but cry as he loved what he was doing. If I had known that this would happen, I would never have come to this mansion.
I cried even more when he removed my shorts and quickly kissed me but I avoided my face and cried loudly.
"Stop being a bitch!" he shouted angrily causing me to be even more scared, he grabbed my jaw and brought it to him before kissing me again.
I can't do anything but let him do whatever he wants to do to me. I hate how he touches me! I hate how I'm so weak that I can't even protect myself.
He bit my lower lip, and inserted his tongue inside my lips. I just let him do all that while tears kept coming out of my eyes.
That night I did nothing but cry while he was enjoying himself on top of me as if I were just a toy that he could do anything with.
I can't even protect myself, am I too weak or am I just really weak? Why did I let him do that to my body? Why did I let him play with my body?
My voice was almost exhausted when I screamed for him to stop but he still didn't listen to me.
When I woke up I could feel the pain of my womanhood and other parts of the body, I quickly felt angry and tears came to my eyes again.
I was surprised to notice that my hands and feet were no longer tied, I didn't waste any more time and picked up the clothes that fell on the floor and quickly put them on before leaving the room even though my whole body was still in pain.
I didn't see anyone until I got out of that mansion, I quickly got into the car and started driving it, my hands were shaking with fear and anger. I was not in the right frame of mind while driving.
All I want is to get away from that mansion!
And when I felt that I was far away from that demonic place, I turned off the engine of my car before I cried loudly because of the anger I felt.
I covered my mouth while crying loudly, I was having trouble breathing but I didn't care anymore because I needed to release what I was feeling right now.
I grabbed my body but I quickly stopped because of the pain I felt, my crying got louder and louder. I hate my body! I let that demon get my body dirty! And now I suffer and hate my own body.
When I calmed down, I continued to drive again, I tried to remember the way home and I'm so thankful that I still remembered. I don't want to get out of this car and talk to people I don't know.
I need to tell this to my fiancée! I know he can help me. I need him to comfort me, I need to hear from his mouth that everything will be fine and I don't need to worry because that demon will also go to jail.
When I got to his condominium, I was going to knock quickly but I noticed it was open so I quickly entered.
I frowned because there was no one in the living room, but there were two food on the table that had already run out.
"Faster, Mike! Please!"
My breathing became heavy because of hearing that voice especially familiar. My whole body felt cold when I heard it, I also felt the speed of my heart beating because of the nervousness I felt.
But still, I slowly walked towards Mike's room, I still continued to hear their moans.
I already know what I will see inside this room. But why do I still want to open the door in front of me?
"What the fuck is this?" I said while looking at Mike, my fiancée and Chelsey, my stepsister. Mike was on top of Chelsey and they were both naked.
They both looked at me in shock while my heart was broken into pieces by what I saw.
I felt my hands shaking because of the anger I felt, tears were forming in my eyes as I looked at the two of them.
"A-amelia! Let me explain—"
"Fuck you, Mike! Explain?! What are you going to say, how delicious it is on top of Chelsey?! Is that what you're going to explain?!" I shouted angrily, I felt tears in my eyes. It felt like my heart had been stabbed a million times.
"You don't know what happened to me before I got here! Of all people, you're the one I need the most right now, Mike! But bullshit, you're fucking my step sister behind my back!"
"A-amelia. . ." Mike said and was about to approach me but I quickly stepped back, I disgust them both!
"Let's fucking end our relationship," I added angrily, causing Mike's eyes to widen in shock.
"No! You can't do that, Amelia! I love you!" he shouted and I frowned, does he know what he is talking about?
"You love me but you're here fucking my step sister," I said while tears fell from my eyes. "Let's break up..."
"You cancelled the wedding, Amelia?!" dad shouted angrily at me.
"I told you the reason why! Isn't that reason enough for the marriage not to go through?!" I murmured.
I don't understand why dad is still insisting on me marrying Mike even though I told him what happened, he thought I could settle for such a relationship especially since my stepsister was involved in our break up?
"Their company will help us a lot if you marry him, Amelia! I told you this, didn't I?! Are you not using your mind anymore?!" he shouted causing me to frowned harder.
Does he have nothing else to think about but the company, is he also thinking about my situation?
"I will not settle for such a relationship, dad! And I also said that I don't want to marry him because of the company!" I said angrily, I'm breathing fast because of the frustration I feel.
"If you don't marry him, don't expect to be considered you as my daughter anymore, " dad said angrily to me before leaving in front of me.
My lips parted in shock.
I closed my eyes in annoyance, why can't dad understand the reason why I don't want to marry Mike? Why is only the company in his mind?
With each day that passes I still struggle to forget what happened that night, I'm traumatized. I was scared to leave the room and I didn't say to anyone about what happened.
I'm scared that no one will believe me.
And I thought that was the scariest thing I would ever experience, but my life was filled with more fear when I found out I was pregnant.
"What the hell, Amelia?! You're leaving?!" My friend said, she was surprised when I told her I was going abroad. "But why?!" she added.
"I'm still hurt by what Mike did," I answered even though that wasn't the real reason because the real reason was that I was leaving because I was pregnant.
"Have you told that to your dad?"
"He doesn't care about me," I answered and sighed loudly. "He won't consider me as his daughter anymore just because I don't want to marry Mike."
It's better that I don't tell him what happened about that night, ever since he married someone new. He has changed too, he is no longer my father I knew before.
"Damn I'll miss you! Take care of yourself there!"
"Of course," I said and touched my belly. I'll take care of my baby too.
