The devil gamble

Chapter 2

Quinza House's.

Inside Quinza's simple house, the atmosphere was quiet. Quinza's little friend was still standing in the same place, reluctant to move even though time had passed. He knew the girl needed someone by her side, even if it wasn't spoken. His gaze was soft and caring as he looked at Quinza, who was still standing before him.

"Quin, I know you're still mourning the loss of your parents," he said in a calm voice. His hand slowly reached out, again rubbing the top of Quinza's head gently as if trying to reduce the burden on the girl's heart. "But you also have to think about your future. You can't go on like this forever."

Quinza remained silent. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her head bowed, and she stared at the wooden floor of her porch, showing a sadness that could no longer be hidden. Quinza's hands were clasped tightly, gripping his little friend's hands as if trying to hold back the emotions of grief that were about to explode.

"I just..." Quinza finally spoke, but her voice sounded weak. Then, she took a deep breath, gathering the strength to continue. "I just don't know how to go on without my parents by my side?"

Quinza's little friend hugged her; the man knew Quinza was so fragile when the girl needed life support and heard her complaints when she was down. Then, his little friend grasped Quinza's hand so gently, giving her a sense of warmth and comfort.

"I'm still here," he said, his tone firm and full of warmth. "You are not alone, Quin. No matter what happens, I will always be there for you."

Hearing that, Quinza could no longer hold back her tears. The clear beads fell, flowing down her cheeks. For the first time after all this time, she felt a little lighter, even though it was only a little relief. At least there was still someone who cared about her.

***

For a while afterwards, Quinza began to feel a little better. Although the wound in her heart had not completely healed, the presence of her little friend gave him the peace he needed. At least he knew he was not alone in facing all this.

The man remained by her side, showing no signs of leaving and still holding his position, letting her cry until all the burdens in her heart were slightly lifted. Secretly, he hoped his presence could be the refuge Quinza needed.

"Thank you," Quinza said hoarsely, breaking their silence. Her soft hands wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have you by my side," he continued, his voice sounding sad.

Her little friend smiled slightly, her gaze full of sincerity. "You don't need to say thank you, Quin. I promised myself that I would always be there for you, no matter what happens."

Quinza nodded slowly. He tried to squeeze a small smile, although it still felt heavy. At least, for now, he felt a little more potent than the previous days that passed.

On the other hand, a car was parked on the side of the road, not far from Quinza's home area. A man sat in the driving seat, watching Quinza's every move from behind the darkened windshield, his sharp eyes watching her intensely with a man she did not recognize. His jaw was hardened, and his hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, a sign of emotion.

Gavriel Alexander witnessed the closeness Quinza had never seen with the stranger.

"Asshole!" Anger almost entirely overcame him, but he tried to suppress it all for now.

***

An hour later.

After waiting patiently, Gavriel finally determined that he stranger had driven away from Quinza's house. He got out of his car with a rage that consumed his body and soul, his steps so full of emotion that he unknowingly hit the flowerpot in front of the house.

Meanwhile, Quinza was still standing where she was, her eyes fixed on the road, watching the car's direction that had now disappeared. Quinza did not notice the presence of Gavriel, who approached with quick, determined steps.

"Thank you, you're always there when I'm-" Quinza's voice trailed off, cut off by the words of Gavriel, who was now only a few steps away.

"In need of money!" Gavriel snatched at Quinza's words with a sharp tone, taking the woman by surprise.

"G-Gavriel..."

"Are you surprised by my presence, huh?" Are you surprised by my presence, huh?" Gavriel shot Quinza a sharp, piercing glare.

"I-I..." Quinza's voice choked, unable to continue.

"What's wrong with your voice, Quinza? Don't you like me coming, hmm?" Gavriel continued, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I-I..." Quinza tried to speak, but her throat felt dry, her words hardly coming out.

Gavriel chuckled, looking at the nervous Quinza. The girl seemed unable even to get a word out.

"Tell me, Quinza. How much did he pay for your body?" Gavriel pointed out without hesitation, a painful accusation thrown out unceremoniously as if stabbing Quinza on the spot.

"What do you mean Gavriel? Why are you accusing me like—" Before Quinza could finish her sentence, Gavriel had already pulled Quinza's hand into the house.

***

Gavriel clasped Quinza's hands over the corner of the bed and cornered the woman with a glare. Then, Gavriel took the belt from Quinza's hands, tying her tiny hands that were already trembling with fear.

"Gav, what are you doing? Please, let me go?" pleaded Quinza, her voice sounding very soft.

"Let go of you? Don't expect that to happen, Quin. Until I make sure your body is untouched by any man!"

"W-what do you mean, Gav? Which man touched my body?" asked Quinza, the girl not understanding Gavriel's words.

Gavriel hissed as he pulled his lips upwards, smiling a smirk. "Nonsense! Do you think I didn't see it a few hours ago? A man came to your house, huh?" With his anger already peaked, Gavriel began to squeeze Quinza's hand with one of his own. Gavriel's eyes remained on Quinza in his grip. Then, her hand freely travelled up Quinza's groin without letting go of the smirk on Gavriel's lips.

Meanwhile, Quinza almost moaned as Gavriel's hand continued to creep up her thigh, nearing her sensitive centre point.

"Do you want to moan, babe?" asked Gavriel, his ghastly smile lingering on his handsome face."

Quinza shook her head in response, now truly frightened by the attitude Gavriel never showed.

"Ah, of course I'll make those lips moan hysterically and only call out my name!"

Gavriel, continued to rub Quinza's smooth-as-porcelain thighs that smoothed the floor. Then, her hand slipped into Quinza's slit without letting go of her sharp, dark eyes, full of unquenchable lust.

As for Quinza, tears began to flow from her eyes. She was terrified of the current Gavriele like she was not the Gavriele she knew, very different from usual.

"Gav..." A soft sob escaped Quinza's mouth.

"Shush, don't cry, babe. I just wanna play with your p***y and we're going to f**k a little," said Gavriele in a low voice.

"No, Gav! Don't do anything to me, please." Quinza continued to plead with Gavriel, but the man ignored Quinza's pleas.

Gavriel roughly inserted her hand into Quinza's wormhole. Without warming up first, the woman cried out in pain. Although only with the middle finger of the man now supporting her body.

Gavriel's burley middle finger began to move back and forth in Quinza's womanhood roughly without any tenderness at all. Even every movement of Gavriel's middle finger made Quinza scream hysterically, mixed with tears coming out of her eyes.

"Don't cry, babe, it won't hurt if your body relaxes, enjoying every movement of the finger that enters your lady hole."

"You're mean, Gav? I've done nothing wrong to you, but you did this to me!"

"Evil?" A grin broke out from Aunt Gavriel.

"You call me evil? Okay, I'll show you how evil I am."

Gavriel tore Quinza's material pants, ripping them to shreds. Then, she threw them in a random direction. "I'll show you how this villain can f**k every inch of your body!" Then Gavriel opened her pants and began to insert hers into Quinza's pleasure hole.

Quinza's screams became even more hysterical as Gavriel's member entered without permission, tearing her hymen. Until Quinza's virgin blood came out, soaking the brown sheets.

Not only that, Gavriel pumped, advancing her full pressure, rough, until the moans from her echoed to the side of the room, in contrast to Quinza, who could only sob, getting rough treatment from her own best friend.

"Argh, Quinza. Yours is so narrow! And I can't do this just once," said Gavriele; she felt a pleasure that had never been this good with another woman; only Quinza could make Gavriele want it again and again.

Gavriel did not stop; she continued to fully pump Quinza's female hole without caring about the sobbing of the woman under her support; even her hands tore Quinza's clothes until her two breasts were visible, clearly displayed in her eyes, adding to Gavriele's passion for further touching Quinza's body, not only on the inside but also on the outside of the woman's body.

While Quinza could only surrender to getting bad things in her life, she cursed herself who could love a bastard man like Gavriele.

If I didn't know you, I wouldn't have gotten this. If I didn't love you too deeply, maybe I wouldn't feel this pain. Quinza thought.

Quinza's tears continued to flow from the retinas of her eyes, flowing until they flooded her smooth cheeks. Small sobs continued to be chanted by her, not because she enjoyed every blow from the boneless object that tore into her womanhood. She was sobbing because she was enduring pain all over her body, inside and out. Her heart felt so painful, getting lousy treatment from Gavriel, who was considered her best friend; in fact, the man made her life shattered, like a piece of glass that is no longer intact if it is reattached as before.

Even Quinza doesn't want to live; she wants God to take her life right now. Instead of feeling the pain that he continues to get in his life. And why would he live if Gavriel took away his only treasure?

3:00 am.

At 3 am, Gavriel had just finished her sixth climax after the last of the thick liquid was poured into Quinza's womb. And saw that the woman was already helpless, passed out because of her hot activities.

Gavriel got off the bed after making sure Quinza was still breathing. Then, she picked up all her clothes from the floor and put them back on. After that, Gavriele left without even waiting for Quinza to wake up. She didn't even leave a message on paper.