The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever."
~ Carroll Bryant~
Sophie
"Please don't hurt me, please don't."
I pleaded, my arms around my chest in a protective way, shaking from head to toe, my heart in shambles and my eyes blindfolded.
I could smell a mixture of scents, sweat and maleness, and it scared me.
I thought of him—Raphael. Even though I was mad at him, angry at him, I still wished he was with me.
They spoke in Italian sometimes, arguing among themselves but when they wanted to be vulgar, they spoke in English.
They enjoyed my fear, got off on it, my pain elicited moans and laughter.
I knew they were four. I didn't know their faces, but I could recognize them by their voices except the fourth whose whispers flirted on familiarity.
I could fo
