Diane’s P.O.V.
“P-Please… d-don’t do this. I beg you!” My voice was shaking while pleading for him—silently praying that he would realize some sense not to continue the mortal sin that he was about to do. I could feel nothing but blind terror. I ended up hoping that everything was not actually happening and was only a cruel joke.
He did not speak and just removed the remaining cloth that covered my breasts. It seemed like nothing could stop him from sucking my right peak while his palm was doing its job to ravage the left.
As his sticky tongue licked every part of me, I didn’t have any choice but to shed tears and sob. He was full of lust and with my condition now, I could do nothing to fight back. So tonight, it was all the end for me. This stranger would get the most valued treasure that might lead me into a bottomless agony.
He kissed me again and curled his fingers on my hair. He was no longer adding too much pressure on my lips, but should I be thankful for that? It seemed like he wasn’t getting tired of it. He wasn’t getting enough of me and just continued to destroy my body as much as he wanted. I cried silently, but the pain was screaming inside me about the situation I was in right now.
I thanked God that I was still alive even though I kept on asking Him why this kind of horrible thing had to happen to me. If everything happens for a reason, I wanted to know why He chose me to experience this. Did I do something bad for Him to punish me like this? I wanted to understand why He would let me lose everything I cherished so much after all these years.
Why me? Why does it have to be me?
The man stopped kissing me. Then, he momentarily left my body to take off his clothes, and while he was undressing, I was trembling with fear. I could also feel a bit of contraction in my throat and shortness of breath. My heart pounded real fast as anxiety kept on tormenting me. Mixed emotions had enveloped my entire body, making me suppress a shiver that frightened me from head to toe.
“Please, have some pity on me. My mother and my siblings are waiting for me. I promise, I—I will not report to the police that you kidnapped me. I’ll just go home straight and sleep… I will forget everything. Y-You can have my word, just get me out of here. Please… I’m begging you.”
Pleading while crying unstoppably, I couldn’t stop myself but look at him and try to make a way to see even a slight glimpse of his face, but I was unsuccessful. If my hands were not tied on the headboard, I already rubbed my clammy palms to beseech him pathetically.
If only I could kneel just for him to let me go, I would have done that too. I was hoping that he would soon comprehend that what he was about to do right now was a crime, and this could cost him his entire life in jail. Hoping at the last moment that this tragic event would not continue to get the only thing I preserved for a long time and ruin my life in the process, I felt that my dreams were slowly shattering into pieces.
And I was even more crushed when he did not listen to any of my pleas. He moved his head lopsidedly but did not even speak anything. After that, he took off my pants despite my extreme struggle.
It felt like a quiver suddenly ran down through my nerves, causing my legs to automatically fly to his face. But no matter how many times I struck him with my feet, he did not mind it. I even hit him over the head, but he did not fall asleep although I used my remaining energy in kicking him so hard.
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