The devil gamble

Chapter 3

The next day, 6:00 am.

Quinza woke up slowly; her body felt weak and sore, especially on her thighs and every inch of her skin, due to Gavriel's brutal actions the night before. Her head throbbed violently, as if the world around her was spinning uncontrollably.

"Shh..." A cry escaped from Quinza, unbearable. Her head felt as if a thousand tons of rock had crashed into it.

However, the pain in Quinza's head was nothing compared to the searing pain in her groin. The most sensitive part of her body felt as if it were being sliced, making even the slightest attempt to lift her body off the bed a struggle. Quinza tried repeatedly to get up, but her efforts were in vain. Her body wavered, falling back onto the medium-sized bed.

Quinza's shallow breaths were audible, and tears flowed from her beautiful eyes as she recalled the events of the previous night when Gavriel forced her into an act that should never happen outside of marriage.

"God, why is Gavriel evil to me? Why did that man have the heart to take away the only treasure I've been guarding all this time?" asked Quinza, her sobs sounding so sad.

Quinza's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of her room as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her body felt weak; she wanted to scream, but her voice refused to emerge. Quinza's life felt ruined, with invisible wounds etched on her body and her soul unable to live as it once had.

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Stanford University, USA.

Quinza, who had just arrived at her campus, wore a sad expression, her eyes swollen. Even walking was very difficult to step, but it was still forced considering that today there was an exam that had to be followed.

Just as Quinza entered the campus, the eyes of the students on her were disgusting, and even one student named Belinda mocked her in front of other students.

"Hi, look at the w***e coming!" said Belinda, calling Quinza a w***e.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be a prostitute!" said the student behind Belinda.

"Even though her demeanor looks pious, she's actually very disgusting. Even her own best friend is a bedmate!" said another student.

Quinza, hearing the students' insults, felt a tight pain in her chest. Her breathing became labored as the insults continued to be hurled at her. Not only that, Quinza also received rotten eggs from students who continued to bully her, insulting her slut, little b***h, poor girl, despicable girl, and so on.

She could only cry silently, unable to fight back. Unable to dodge all the words of those students. Everything they said was true, Quinza was just a dirty girl, a poor girl, a despicable girl, a girl who did not know herself. Until she heard the voice of someone who was always with her demeaning her in front of her friends and other students who were still struggling in the hallway.

"I thought you weren't in, Quin. After our heated activities last night. And yes, thank you. I'm satisfied with your services, and this money should be taken as payment for satisfying me," Gavriel said in front of his friends and college students. Then, the money Gavriel was holding was thrown at Quinza's face.

Quinza only smiled, sadly as her gaze continued to stare forward at Gavriel's face, then she approached the man. "Thank you, for the wound you inflicted on me. Perhaps, I cannot forget this wound for the rest of my life, and perhaps I will carry this wound with me every step of the way, and this-" Quinza took Gavriel's hand. "Your money won't bring everything back to perfection."

Then Quinza left the hallway carrying the insults that the students kept heaping on her. Even Quinza's every step was met with disgusting looks. Was she so despicable that those people kept throwing bad words at her? Even though they do not know what really happened, they only heard, and saw from the campus mading board, and they also seasoned the news with gossip stories from their friends, adding news that was not true, to be true. And what happened this time, Quinza became their material to be bullied, humiliated in front of other students from various institutes.

However, Quinza could only spread a fake smile, without replying to every insult that continued to be sent. The rotten eggs continued to be thrown until Quinza's body shape was invisible, covered with the mucus from the rotten eggs that stuck all over her body. Finally, someone threw a pebble that struck Quinza's forehead, injuring her and causing fresh blood to flow from the top of her temple.

"b***h! Had your fill of playing with my lover!" said a woman, taunting Quinza contemptuously.

"I-I..."

"I don't want to hear any nonsense from your foul mouth! You're an ignorant woman, already poor and still flirting with other people's lovers, you b***h!" Aurelia pulled Quinza's hair and then dragged her into an empty room to teach her a lesson.

Quinza fought back, but her strength was far outweighed by Aurelia's friends who helped the woman hold her hand. When they reached the empty room, Aurelia slammed Quinza into the table.

"Au," moaned Quinza, feeling the pain in her backside.

"That's nothing compared to what you bitches do!" said Aurelia, sarcastically.

"Do it, now." Aurelia ordered her friends to rip off Quinza's clothes, strip her naked and then Aurelia would take Quinza to the campus grounds. So that the students would know that a woman who was called a b***h didn't belong on campus.

"Don't! Please don't do that," pleaded Quinza, preventing Aurelia's friends from cutting off her clothes.

Quinza's pleas went unheard, unheeded. They continued to do what Aurelia told them to cut Quinza's clothes.

Then, after Quinza's clothes had been torn off by a group of women, she was dragged to one of the abandoned classrooms.

Quinza was pushed by Aurelia until her head hit a table that was no longer in use. Her head was bleeding. She felt dizzy. Her vision began to blur, but she tried to stay awake, to stay conscious.

"That's not all, b***h!" said Aurelia, sing-songily.

"What did I do wrong that you would do this to me. And I didn't know you before either."

"Are you still asking what you did wrong?" asked Aurelia.

"Fine, I'll tell you what you did wrong." Aurelia glanced at one of her friends, in order to hold Quinza.

"Your mistake was flirting with Gavriel—my boyfriend! And I don't like having girls sticking to him," continued Aurelia, her hands clasping Quinza's cheeks.

"I'm sick of bitches like you! I'm sick of you always getting close to Gavriel, and now it's time I gave you a warning so you don't forget that I'm Gavriel's lover." Aurelia took out a pair of scissors from inside her jacket pocket, then she cut Quinza's hair originally while giving a triumphant smirk, seeing Quinza rebel.

10 minutes later

After cutting Quinza's hair and tearing her shirt, Aurelia kicked her in the stomach. Quinza staggered before collapsing to the cold floor, her head hitting the ground, causing blood to flow from the back of her skull. "That's just a small slap for a slut like you." Aurelie's hiss accompanied the 19-year-old woman's anger in a tone that was so sarcastically insulting, it dehumanized Quinza.

Aurelia stomped on her face, pressing Quinza's face with the tips of her heels as Quinza winced in pain,