DARK LOVE ❤️

chapter 4 : Abused💔

“No… don’t do this, please…” I begged.

He wasn’t listening at all. I screamed and struggled as hard as I could, but he was much stronger. He completely overpowered me. His hands held me down as he pressed his naked body against mine.

I was terrified. I kept fighting, trying desperately to break free, but it was useless. Then I felt his skin against mine.

“Please… don’t… do this… please…” I sobbed.

But he didn’t hear me anymore.

I was a virgin. He was extremely rough. He managed to penetrate me brutally. I felt a pain I had never experienced before. He covered my mouth with his hand and started thrusting violently. My God, I thought I was going to die.

After he finished, he got up and left.

I couldn’t move. I stayed lying on the bed, bleeding heavily. I saw my life flash before my eyes. Then I heard Sara’s voice, but my vision was blurry. She lifted me up, but I couldn’t stand on my feet.

“I told you to clean her, not to bring her here, Sara,” I heard another voice say. It all felt like a bad dream.

The next morning, I woke up in a different room. Despite the pain, I managed to stand up. I tried to leave, but the door was locked. I sat down and cried. That entire night, I had been haunted by nightmares: seeing that man stab my mother, seeing my father’s lifeless body, and feeling Jason’s overwhelming strength holding me down. My suffering was immense.

“Why me? Why is all this happening to me?”

A little while later, the door opened, and Sara entered with a tray of food, followed by a man. I grabbed her hand, trying to keep her with me. But the man wouldn’t allow it. He pulled her hand from mine, and she left without saying a word.

I lay back down, crying. Is this my life now? Will I be a prisoner, sexually abused for the rest of my life? All I wanted was to die.

I had no desire to eat, so I didn’t touch the food Sara had brought.

Hours later, my tormentor arrived. I was sitting at the edge of the bed. He sat at the other end.

“How are you?” he asked.

I didn’t respond.

“Actually, I never introduced myself. My name is Jason, and from today, your name is Cristal. Isn’t that a pretty name?”

“…”

“You’re mad at me because of what happened yesterday. I know I was rough. I’m not usually like that, but you didn’t leave me any choice. You need to understand that you’ll suffer if you don’t obey me because I won’t tolerate disobedience.”

He kept talking, but after a while, I stopped listening. My pain was too overwhelming, especially in his presence. I truly hated him with all my heart. He stood up and walked toward me.

“You need to eat something. Spending a whole day without food isn’t good.” He tried to kiss my cheek, but I turned away.

He remained calm, speaking with ease, showing no guilt. After he left, I lay down again, crying for my mother and Amina, who were both killed because of me. I had hoped to rebuild my life after my father’s death. I had just started to heal when he came and ripped my mother away from me too.

“I will avenge you, Dad. I will avenge you, Mom. And I will avenge myself. I will avenge all of us,” I cried out.

I had spent the entire day locked up in this room, completely alone, exhausted. I was hungry, but I didn’t want to eat.

Later that night, while I was sleeping, I felt someone gently caress my cheek. I woke up with a start.

"Good evening, I missed you," Jason said. He was sitting on the bed. "You still haven’t eaten?" he added, grabbing the plate. "You have to eat."

"I’m not hungry," I replied.

"But you need to eat anyway. The food is cold; I’ll heat it up for you."

"Can I see Sara?" I asked.

"No, she’s working at this hour. You’ll see her tomorrow."

He left.

A few minutes later, he returned with the plate, now warm.

"Get up," he told me.

I got up and ate a little, even though I had no appetite.

"We need to go home, you know," he said.

I was confused. I didn’t understand what he meant.

Where?" I asked hesitantly.

"Home, like I just said. I don’t live here. I came to get you."

"Where are we going?"

"Far from here, to an isolated place."

I was stunned. I was terrified of this man. He was the devil himself. As they say: appearances are deceiving — he looked like a god, but he was a demon.

"We’re leaving right now," he added, kissing my forehead.

I started crying, unable to find any words.

"Aren’t you tired of crying? You just have to accept your fate, Cristal. And your fate is me."

He laid me down and started caressing me.

"Please… stop," I begged.

"No, you're so soft. I love touching you."

"Please, sir, the car is ready!" shouted a man from outside.

"Okay, I’m coming," Jason replied. "We have to go, my sweet."

"Is Sara coming with us?" I asked.

"No, her place is here. Let’s go."

I followed him out, though I didn’t want to. I knew I had no choice.

A Range Rover was waiting for us. He opened the door for me, and I got in. He walked around and sat next to me. In the front, there was the driver and another armed man. We drove for about two hours on a deserted road through a forest.

Eventually, we arrived at a large house. Someone opened the gate, and we drove in. Jason got out and opened my door. Unlike the previous camp, there weren't many people here. There were about ten armed men and two large buildings.

We entered the second building, which had several rooms and a large living room.

"This is our home," he said. "Come, I’ll show you our bedroom and the other rooms."

He showed me the kitchen and the other bedrooms — four rooms downstairs, a large kitchen, and three rooms upstairs. After showing me everything, we went into a bedroom.

"This is our room. Do you like it?"

...

"I feel like you don’t talk much. Go take a bath while I get us something to eat."

He had apparently made me his wife — with or without my consent. What could I do? I had no say in my own life.

I went into the bathroom as he ordered. It was spacious and had everything — even items I didn’t know how to use.

I was so devastated that I sat directly on the floor, crying again and again. Then I heard him enter.

"You’re not done yet?" he asked.

I didn’t reply. I stood up and undressed. He entered at the same moment. I covered myself with my clothes, but he smiled and undressed too. He joined me, tore away the fabric I used to hide my body, and turned on the water.

I bathed with him, unwillingly. After the bath, he handed me a towel and opened the wardrobe. There were women's clothes inside.

"I’ve prepared your wardrobe. I hope you’ll like it," he said as he left the bathroom. "Put something on and come."

There were so many beautiful clothes — outfits I never thought I would ever wear, not even in my wildest dreams. I didn’t know what to choose. I grabbed a dress at random and put it on. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized how sexy it was. It accentuated my curves, my beautiful chest — the dress was stunning. He didn’t deserve to see me like this.

I changed into a loose dress and went out.

"Very nice choice," he said when he saw me, "but I think this one’s too loose — it doesn’t show your curves the way I’d like."

He went back in and returned with a tight-fitting dress with a plunging neckline.

"Put this on," he said, tossing it to me.

"I prefer the one I’m wearing," I answered.

"Don’t argue — wear the one I gave you."

I went to change. When I came out, he was thrilled.

"Wow, you look stunning. I love it! You have such a beautiful chest and a gorgeous backside. Wow."

He was wearing matching pants and a partially buttoned shirt, revealing his abs. He was incredibly handsome — and he definitely knew how to dress.

"Come on, let’s eat. I’ve already set the table," he said.

We went to the dining room. It was beautifully decorated with petals scattered everywhere. He served me. I couldn’t eat — his gaze disturbed me deeply; he kept staring at me throughout the meal.

When we finished, he cleared the table, and we returned to the bedroom. He kissed me passionately and laid me down.

"Just relax, my sweet. It won’t hurt if you relax."

"No, it hurts, please…"

But once again, he didn’t listen. He penetrated me. The pain was just as intense as the first time — maybe even worse. I felt like I was being torn apart.

He stopped when I started crying. He went to the bathroom and came back with something in his hand.

To be continued ! !