Long-Unfulfilled Desire
268 Words
Weeks passed. Every day the same. I clean, tidy his house, and he stays in his office. But something isn’t the same. I don’t feel the same. When I see him, I lose my breath. The thought crosses my mind: “Did I… fall in love?”
I shake my head.
“Don’t talk nonsense, Elara,”
I tell myself.
Later that evening, I entered his office. I saw him sitting on a chair holding a glass of whiskey. The room smelled of alcohol—and him. He looked angry. Suddenly he approached me. I looked at him, confused, and in a millisecond, before I could react, our lips met.
Something stopped me from pulling away. He lifted me onto the desk and kissed me harder, more aggressively. In all that, I didn’t even notice—I was naked. I couldn’t pull away, and then I felt something, something inside me. In a quiet voice he murmured,
“Virgin?”
And then I heard a deep laugh. You know how the rest of the night went.
Morning came. I woke up alone in bed; everything hurt. He was nowhere, and I was naked. I didn’t remember anything—but why?
I got up and went to his office; I stopped in front of the door. He was speaking to someone on the phone.
“Yes… I took her virginity… the plan is working… her brother will regret ever crossing me and my family… make sure the camera recorded her from every angle.”
Something inside me froze…
He… he did it on purpose…
Was this all a trap?
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