Chapter 1. The Walk Home
It was my last seven days in Australia as a student. I was done with my master's degree, so I decided to walk home after leaving my friends at a bar.
The highway was full of passing cars. Up ahead, I saw a car parked by the roadside. Everything looked normal until it started drizzling all of a sudden. I had to walk fast to find shelter.
On getting closer to the car, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. My face twisted in pain. It was my ovulation day. "This has to come now," I complained, frowning in discomfort.
Because of the pain, I had to walk slower. It was too much to bear, so at some point I would bend down for it to subside a little, then I resumed walking. By now the rain was falling hard, but the good thing was there was no breeze blowing, so at least I would not catch a cold.
A few minutes later, I was passing the car when I saw the door open. I didn't pay attention to it. I walked past, but all of a sudden someone grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks.
First of all, a shiver ran down my spine. Fear gripped my tender heart, and at the same time, I was slowly getting angry because I was in so much pain.
Ever so slowly, I turned, only to almost jump out of fear. Right in front of me stood a man who was six and a half feet tall. He had pale skin, his eyes were deep green, and he was wearing a black suit, looking cold and unfriendly, with a mask on his face.
His eyes were boring into me, as if searching my soul for something precious. It was creepy and scary when someone looked at you as if you were what he needed for a sacrifice.
"Let go of me," I managed to say through fear. By now the anger was gone, replaced by fear, because standing in front of me was a man in a mask, all in black, only his eyes visible. By the way he was dressed, it seemed he was coming from a party.
I struggled to free myself, but to no avail. Then suddenly the other guy who was on a call turned to us. His eyes narrowed when he saw me, then he looked at the man holding me. The words I heard made me freeze.
"I can't wait, I will have her," the one holding me spoke in that majestic voice. It vibrated with every word he said, his eyes remaining cold, unfriendly and deadly.
His words carried authority and declaration, as if my opinion would not count.
"You can't have me," I gathered the courage to speak. The man standing close to me froze, and at the same time the hand holding me tightened.
I was feeling pain now. At that moment, my abdomen contracted in pain again, so I had to bend to support myself, trying to ease the pain.
The guy standing beside us bent to my level.
"Can you sleep with my boss right now?"
I froze in shock. My head snapped in his direction and I laughed, making both men stare at me as if I had two heads.
When I was done laughing, I began to tremble after realizing the gravity of the situation.
"Let me go, I am not sleeping with him, never," I began to struggle. What happened next shocked me almost to fainting.
"If you will not give your consent, I will have to force myself on you."
Not only me, but the guy beside us was also shocked, but it didn't last long before he returned to his cold self.
In the process of taking in his words, I felt myself being lifted off the ground. It took me a while to understand what was happening, but that was my mistake. By the time I recovered from the shock, there beside the world's most expensive car, under the rain, a complete stranger forced himself on me.
I couldn't breathe properly. I cried, begged him to stop, and tried to push him away. I screamed, but no one stopped us. The other guy had entered the car, leaving me and the strange man alone.
It happened so fast. I felt sharp pain and felt something dripping down my legs. I was broken, exposed and violated by this stranger. At that point, pain, anger, hatred and trauma consumed me all at once.
Imagine being a 24-year-old virgin and being forced to have s*x while leaning against a car. It hurt like hell.
The masked man paused just for a few seconds, his eyes narrowed a bit, but he quickly masked it. With the ovulation cramps, it was double the pain...
He continued his assault on me. The rain was pouring heavily. I kept struggling, trembling and crying, but nothing stopped him. At the end, the pain was too much and I fainted.
I don't know how many times I blacked out. All I know is that I was in so much pain. My body couldn't take it anymore. This time, I fainted for good....
