Chapter 38 I Never Want To See This Man Again
He has pushed his speed to the absolute limit, and there is such terror in his every thrust that my screams of agony echo off the walls of the entire room, yet he shows no sign of stopping, as cold and deaf as a stone.
I am sobbing uncontrollably, my strength is finally giving out, and I plead with him through my tears, "I don’t want the money, it hurts too much, please let me go!"
Hearing my helpless plea, he pauses for a single moment and looks at me; my vision is blurring and I am standing on the very threshold of unconsciousness when he speaks in a heavy, chilling voice, "It’s too late now," and with those words, he begins to ravage me with even more madness and speed than before.
I am gasping for air, my breath hitching, when with one final and terrifying lunge, he pours his warm seed deep inside me, making me feel as though I am filled to the core, and I scream out in despair, "No, please not inside!"
But he says with total indifference, "Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant, just take a tablet in the morning."
I simply nod my head in utter defeat because I no longer have the strength to argue. This cycle of terror and pain continues throughout the entire night; he repeatedly crushes me with his body and pours himself into me.
I am realizing today, with every single breath, what the true price of a billion dollars is and the heavy cost one has to pay for it.
Today, I am paying off the debt of his money with every piece of my body; he continues to inflict pain upon me all night long, and I endure it all in silence, like a living corpse.
When I wake up in the morning, my entire body is breaking with agonizing pain; it feels as if every bone has been shattered, and I cannot find the strength to even move an inch.
For a long time, I just stare at the ceiling fan, my mind completely numb, but when I finally manage to look beside me, the space is empty; a sudden fear grips my heart that perhaps, after satisfying his lust, he has abandoned me here alone.
Panicked and bewildered, I jerk upright and gasp, "Oh God, did he leave without giving me the money?"
Just then, a heavy voice resonates from the doorway, "The money has been transferred to your account," and looking toward the door, I am stunned to see him standing there shirtless, holding two mugs of coffee.
I look at him and instantly lower my head in shame; he walks over quietly, sits beside me on the bed, and offers me a mug.
I take the coffee with trembling hands, but the pain in my body is so intense that I begin to sob silently, wrapping the blanket tighter around myself as I whisper, "I need to go, please give me my clothes." But he answers sternly, "I haven't given you permission to leave yet,"
Making my heart sink as I beg him through tears not to do anything else because I am still in so much pain.
He silences me once again with a sharp "Shut up" and walks over to the drawer, pulling out a first-aid box before returning to the bed.
When he grabs my arm to pull me closer, I stammer nervously that it isn't necessary, but he snaps back, "Shut up, who told you to talk so much?"
I fall completely silent, and as he pulls back the blanket, I squeeze my eyes shut in fear and embarrassment.
He begins to very carefully apply ointment to every part of my body where he had left marks throughout the night.
Then, he goes to the kitchen and brings a warm bag, laying me down straight to place it under my lower back; the soothing heat finally brings some relief to my aching body.
After a while, when I feel a bit better, he holds out a pill and says, "Take this."
I suddenly remember exactly what that tablet is for the one he mentioned last night and I silently lower my head and swallow it.
I slowly get up to leave. My steps haven’t even properly moved forward when he suddenly grabs my hand. His grip is tight, as if he wants to stop me at any cost. I turn around, and I realize he has already come very close to me so close that even my breathing starts to feel heavy.
Without saying a word, he keeps looking straight into my eyes. His gaze moves from my eyes to my face and stays there.
I feel a strange sense of panic rising inside me. I want to say something, but before I can, he suddenly leans in and presses his lips against mine.
For a moment, I freeze completely.
I can’t believe what has just happened.
The very next second, I come back to my senses and push him away with all my strength.
“What are you doing?” My voice is trembling.
Without wasting a single moment, I run toward the bathroom, grab my clothes in a hurry, and lock myself inside. Inside the bathroom, my breathing becomes rapid.
My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it will burst out of my chest. My hands are shaking as I change my clothes. The corners of my eyes are wet, but I try my best to pull myself together.
After some time, when I step outside, he is still standing there, He is staring at me.
There is neither shame nor regret in his eyes.
Gathering all my courage, I say, “Sir… please don’t try to have any connection with me ever again.”
My voice is calm, but the pain hidden inside it is clearly felt.
He listens to me and gives a sly smile. Then, in a completely casual tone, He says, “I won’t need you again anyway. Once I’ve tasted a girl, I don’t even bother looking at her again.”
His words hit my heart directly. I feel a strange burning pain in the middle of my chest an unfamiliar ache that doesn’t just stay in my body, but sinks deep into my soul.
He doesn’t stop there, Stepping forward, he adds, “By the way, you’re the first girl in my life who was completely… a virgin.”
I say nothing.
I have no words left. Only silence remains—heavy, suffocating silence. I lower my gaze and start walking away with unsteady steps. Every step feels like it’s draining more strength from me.
Inside my heart, only one thought keeps echoing, From now on… I never want to see this man again.
Not his face, not his voice and not even his shadow should ever enter my life.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!