Chapter 102
Inara
I smile while looking at the USB key through which I saw my mother one last time.
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I feel a strange sensation. She was so young, and I look so much like her. After all, she was only three years older than me in that video. I feel like I saw myself in a mirror.
The door opens slightly, and Sam appears. I wipe the moisture from my eyes and lift them to the ceiling to keep more tears from falling.
He comes over and sits on the couch, pulling me into his arms and placing a soft kiss on my head.
“Did you get the answers you were looking for?”
“Everything’s still blurry, but I already know more.”
He pulls away and smiles at me.
“I don’t want to talk to you about what was on that USB. I’ve already put you in enough danger by coming here to ask for your help, so I’d rather not add more, you understand?”
“You’ve been like that since we were kids.”
I raise my eyebrows, confused, as he smiles.
“Since you were little, you’ve had that desire to protect others and put everyone before yourself.”
“You may not realize it, but every time someone gets close to me, they automatically become a target for my enemies. I’m like a poison that slowly kills everything it touches.”
Sam looks at me, shocked. He seems very uncomfortable and doesn’t know what to say. I mean every word I just said.
I was already a problem before I was even born. My mother’s video proves it–she admitted Khalid started changing as soon as he found out I was a girl.
“If you need anything, I’m here.”
I stand up from the couch. I give Sam a light kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you for your help.”
“It’s nothing. You know what you mean to me.”
“I’m not just thanking you for today, but for everything you’ve done for me since that day you came to deliver cocaine in milk cartons to my house and saved me from the worst.”
He looks at me, unsettled.
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“Why do I feel like you’re saying goodbye?”
Because I’m about to be raped. I’m aware I’ll come out of this different.
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I don’t yet know how I’ll react or how my mind will process this trauma. I’d rather say everything I think while I’m still conscious.
“You would have made a wonderful father.”
I open the door and leave the warehouse.
A few hours later
9:03 PM
My heels click against the sidewalk across from the luxurious hotel where I have the appointment. I step out of the taxi. I walk inside the hotel with a determined step–even though it’s just a façade. In reality, I’m petrified.
My father sent me the address and ordered me to wear one of my best outfits to make sure his “transaction” went smoothly.
I put on a black dress with a deep neckline and an open back. It has a slit along the right thigh that reveals my bare skin and probably shows my wounds.
I applied makeup to hide the mark on my cheek. I put on red lipstick and some blush to slightly color my
cheeks.
The hotel is across from the Eiffel Tower. It’s a gigantic building with beautiful golden details. The villas I usually go to have nothing to do with this place–they reek of modernity and luxury. This hotel breathes old charm while remaining classy.
It’s even more beautiful inside.
My father told me to go to room 258.
I’m lucky–the receptionist isn’t present.
I move toward the stairs and go up slowly. There’s an elevator, but I’m trying to delay the inevitable.
I’m in front of room 258. The door is slightly ajar. It’s clear my client is expecting me to enter.
I want to run away from this hotel and never come back; but that’s simply impossible.
For Maria.
I take a few steps and arrive in a gigantic room that reeks of money, complete with a jacuzzi.
A man comes out of what looks like the bathroom and walks toward me with a predatory smile.
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He’s tall—at least two heads taller than me–light brown eyes, graying hair, damaged teeth, spots on his face, a slightly crooked nose, and thin lips. He must be in his forties. He’s slightly overweight, dressed in a suit that must be worth thousands, contrasting with his unappealing physique.
“Inara?”
He stares at me like a predator. I instinctively place a hand in front of my chest to hide it from this stranger who’s undressing me with his eyes.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. Your curves are stunning.”
He doesn’t inspire any trust. I feel like my body has lost all reflexes and can’t move.
‘We’re going to have a great time–don’t worry.”
He places his hand on my cheek and strokes it as I hold back from twisting his arm or slamming him into a wall to choke him.
You’re so young and pure despite this cold woman image. I can’t wait to feel you close to me, my beauty.”
I feel like vomiting. He disgusts me.
‘You could have had hundreds of virgins–why me?”
He smiles.
‘There are a lot of virgins, but it’s rare to find one like you. You know how to do things no other woman
can.”
I’m about to ask him another question when he comes closer to my neck and plants urgent, violent kisses there. He grabs my waist tightly and presses me against him like I’m some rag doll.
He runs his hands over every part of my body insistently.
He pinches my right buttock while biting my neck, making me let out a soft moan of pain.
“You’re going to scream for me all night.”
I let him do it, submissive, while he gropes me and wrecks my neck with his harsh and oppressive kisses.
I disgust myself as much as he disgusts me. I quickly feel his erection against my pelvis. He violently pushes me onto the bed and gets on top of me to hurriedly take off his dress shirt.
He pins his body on mine with his full weight. He touches the skin on my neck to give me a hickey.
“You turn me on.”
I’m indifferent–my head is disconnected from my body. I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me as long as
Maria is safe.
I let out another moan of pain because of the hickey, and also from the lingering whip wounds. He doesn’t care that my body is lacerated.
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“For the money you cost me, you’d better be tough, believe me.”
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He violently rips my dress, and I end up in my underwear. He stands back to look me over. He licks his lips before going back to kissing my neck and moving downward to my chest.
His foul stench makes me want to vomit. He’s defiling me, and he’s just getting started–and I already want to hang myself. I don’t even want to imagine what state I’ll be in when he’s finished.
I start struggling to try and delay the inevitable. He puts his hand over my lips to keep me from speaking. I eventually stopped moving and close my eyes. He flashes a perverse smile.
“I know it’s your first time, but you’ll understand I don’t feel like being gentle.”
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