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Ethan paced back and forth in his apartment, his frustration palpable as he struggled to contain the turmoil raging within him. Ana watched him from the couch, her brow furrowed with concern as she observed his restless movements.

"Ethan, what's wrong?" Ana ventured, her voice soft with worry. "You seem... agitated."

Ethan stopped in his tracks, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to find the words to explain the turmoil roiling within him.

"It's... it's nothing," he muttered, his voice strained. "Just... just a stupid problem I have to deal with."

Ana's concern deepened at Ethan's evasive response, her intuition telling her that there was more to his distress than he was letting on.

"Tell me," she urged gently, rising from the couch and crossing the room to stand before him. "I want to help you, Ethan. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

Ethan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor as he wrestled with his inner demons. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he relented, his voice barely above a whisper as he confessed the truth.

"I have... I have Hypersexual Disorder," he admitted, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "It's a condition that... that causes my body to... to shake uncontrollably."

Ana's eyes widened in shock at Ethan's revelation, her heart aching for the pain he must have endured in silence.

"Oh, Ethan," she breathed, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "I had no idea. But you don't have to face this alone. We'll find a way to manage it together."

Ethan shook his head, his eyes filled with self-loathing as he struggled to come to terms with his condition.

"You don't understand, Ana," he said hoarsely. "This... this is who I am. I'm broken, Ana. I'm damaged goods."

Ana's heart broke at Ethan's words, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she reached out to cradle his face in her hands.

"You are not broken, Ethan," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "You are strong and resilient, and I believe in you. We'll face this together, one step at a time."

In that moment, as Ana gazed into Ethan's eyes, she knew that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Together, they would confront Ethan's Hypersexual Disorder with courage and determination, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. And as they stood there, united in their resolve, Ana knew that they would emerge from the darkness stronger and

more resilient than ever before.

The weight of sir's body pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, his grip tightening around my abdomen as I struggled against him. Panic coursed through my veins as I realized the extent of his intentions, the fear of what was to come threatening to overwhelm me.

With all the strength I could muster, I pushed against him, desperate to break free from his suffocating hold. But his grip only tightened, pinning me down with a brutal force that left me gasping for air.

I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as sir's dangerous eyes bore into mine,

his words dripping with malice and desire.

"This happeneds when i lose control Give it to me,"

The sharp sting of his slap across my cheek sent shockwaves of pain reverberating through my body, a cruel reminder of the power he held over me.

As he loomed over me, his menacing presence casting a shadow over my trembling form, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I was trapped, powerless to escape the clutches of this ruthless predator who sought to claim me as his own.

With each cruel twist of his fingers and each agonizing slap, I felt a part of myself being torn away, my screams of protest falling on deaf ears as sir reveled in my suffering. The pain was unbearable, a relentless onslaught that threatened to consume me whole.

Ana's pov

Oh! God he wanted to sleep with me. No I can't let this happen thinking all this I pushed him with all my power and got up from bed but when I was about to open the door he stopped me.

He picks me up, I try to struggle from his grip but he holds my abdomen and pin me on the bed harshly.

I was shocked, and fear engulfed me, I just needed to stop this but I was unable to.

He moved closer to my face and forced me to look into his dangerous eyes, he slapped me hard across the face.

"Now you will see the real Ibrahim khan today, from the day I saw you  I want to make you mine, mine to fuck, mine to suck, mine to kill you but I  didn't understand my feelings that time or you can say didn't want to accept it because I never touch any women in my whole life nobody catch my eyes

Then you came but my ego didn't let me accept this fact that finally someone caught my attention.

He clenched his jaw, and said  " your soul, body, and every inch of yours is mine." He said and slapped me again his hands were causing me sharp pain on both my cheeks.

"You leave me you son of bitch, Asshole..." My eyes are throwing anger in the form of my gaze.

"Wow, my little naivety has sharp claws and mouth too." I am trying to release myself.

He grins and tightens his grip on my arms, "It's nice princess save your voice to scream my name, scream (Fuck me, Ethan)." He grabbed my chin again with his left hand and his right hand is gripping my hand, I will fuck you whenever however when I want to."

"Leave my hand sir," I growl. His hands go to my hair and push it back, and by licking my neck .I am trying to free myself from his grip. He pins me to bed tightly. I am unable to free myself, and then he licks my hands slowly. I felt ants crawling on my body, and he cuffed my hands with his hands but suddenly he leave my hands

I feel the silence in the room, I thought he would leave, but no.

I feel a hot breath on my neck as he lifts my legs, spreading them behind his waist.

I shout in anger, my body tense up with anger, and a crying muffled sound escapes from my throat, his fingers are pinching my stomach to my breast, and he pinches hard to my nipples, I scream in pain.

"Scream how much you want to princess, I am loving it. The more resistance the more I will be turned on."

He took no time to rip off my clothes and  bra, "Your skin is so damn sexy princess," then he grabs and slaps my breast, and squeezes it tightly.

I yelp again, and he squeezes harder, making me cry hard, tears flowing nonstop, and I try to wriggle from his grip but no.

He squeezes both my breasts and twists them tightly, I close my eyes, unable to handle the pain.

"Don't ever think that I will go gently on you, I am a monster I will rip every part of yours how I ripped your clothes princess" After saying this, he let go of my boobs, In this position he can see all my body and private parts, he slowly trailed his fingers on my body from head, nose, and lips, and he pinched my lips and twisted them, harshly, then his hands go to my neck, he bites on the neck.

In a blink of an eye, he tears apart my panty. I want the ground to swallow me. I never thought anyone else would touch me rather than the man I marry . A whimper releases through my vocal cords.

Then his fingers trail to my stomach, down to my thighs, to my clitoral hood, he slaps on my clit, and I flinch and scream before his hand touches my V-lips. I jerk his hands, and legs tightly together.

Again his weight prevents me from any moment, he soaks my thigh, which makes me yelp again.

"You are so stubborn huh, as I said the more you resist the more I turn, and the more I want to fuck you, the more I am going to hurt you."

"After tonight , you will be called  mine,." His fingers go to my clitoral area, and he spreads my legs and keeps them again behind his waist, he pushes his two fingers with no remorse, and my body starts trembling, shaking with fear, I try to free it but all goes in vain.

"Stop, stop, please!!"  He is moving his dirty fingers there, please God please, "Stop it, take it out, take it out you rascal." I scream my lungs out, biting my lower lip and stopping to cry.

"Apart from your stubbornness, your body is very sexy," I close  my eyes, and he starts to push his fingers deep inside of my G-spot, I clenched at his touch, and I tried to close my thighs, by trying to kick  on him but he opened more wide than before.

He pulled his two fingers out,  then thrust 3 fingers in one with full force, I screamed my lungs out,  I never felt this helpless in my life, "Stop, Ibrahim stop, please!!"

"Scream, more scream, I like your screaming." He slapped my boob again, I hissed. "Scream my name, princess." Increasing his 3 fingers speed moving in and out.

He is going to rupture my skin, he is slapping my boobs and twisting them, and his huge fingers are moving in the walls of my vagina, I couldn't help but scream.

After five minutes he said “it's time” hearing this I looked into his eyes and before I could understand anything he enters in me with full power I scream badly

Ahhhhhhhh noooooo please I am virgin hearing this he smiles and said “you were”

The scream will fade away at the end of the walls. No one is going to come to my rescue and I am helpless to save my dignity. I lost everything. Nothing left on the earth for me. Nothing.

The audacity of my voice is losing its strength as there is none who can hear the echo. The echo of my vocal cords is only reflected inside these four walls and in my soul.