"Of course, we'll take the money. As for you... We will not let you go." The gang leader said as he lifted Jessica's chin. He could have let her go if only she hadn't insulted them that hard. It was too bad that Jessica's word angered him that much though.
"No, no, no. Don't do this to me! I am begging you. Please, let me go!" Jessica's tears welled as her body trembled in fear.
Ha-ha! "Let you go? Are you kidding? What am I supposed to tell my friends if I let you go? Someone needs to satisfy their desires, right?" The gang leader's wild laughter echoed in that place. Then, just before Jessica could even realize his plan, his hand grabbed on her low cut chiffon blouse and tore it mercilessly. Excitement and lust flashed from every gangsters' eyes at the sight of her full and luscious alabaster breasts.
"Ah... Please! Don't... don't... hurt me." Jessica kept struggling and fighting back. Her eyes were wide with immeasurable terror. A second rape would be too much for her to take. She couldn't just let that happen!
"Close the door. This is her place, anyway. We don't have to find a new place to do anything." The gang leader placed his nasty hands on Jessica's breasts and started rubbing her through her bra, pinching and squeezing.
"Okay, boss. I haven't touched such a tasteful woman for a long time. You guys have to wait for me." A footman said and quickly went to the door.
Just go, you little bastard! She is all yours." All other gangsters laughed at the gang leader's erection. The longer he stared at Jessica, the lewder and dirtier his erotic plans got for her.
What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" Jessica pushed him away desperately but she was no match to his strength. All the energies and efforts she exerted were just in vain.
Get my hands off you? How can I make you happy if I don't come near you?" The gang leader's belt buckle made a sound against the floor after he undid it. His obscene eyes went back to Jessica. He was ready to devour her.
"You're a low-down, cowardly, nasty thing!" She struggled to cover her breasts with her hands upon realizing that she couldn't push him away. It was a wrong move, because the gang leader wasn't just after her plump breasts anymore. He wickedly pulled up her short skirt and pushed her against the table. There was no way to escape it anymore.
"Call it what you like, bitch. You have no clue how happy I get when you're scolding me." Those were the last thing he said before he forced Jessica to lie on the table. He tore Jessica's clothes apart for all the spectators' entertainment. She lay there with all her cracks and crannies exposed.
The woman gave up struggling upon realizing that it was hopeless. She was left with no choice but to stare blankly at the ceiling as all the men there took turns on venting their painfully wet and dirty craving for her. There was nothing inside her head that time but her hope for them to get over. Her sensitive back was scraping the rough table top with every violent thrust they made between her open legs. The agony had lasted a lifetime. It was too late when Coco arrived with the police and found her as motionless as dead on the top of the table.
"Cousin, are you all right?" Tears automatically poured from Coco's eyes once she saw Jessica. She bit her lips and quickly wrapped Jessica's naked body in a blanket.
Jessica turned her head and looked at Coco without any expression. Her lips quivered a bit as if to say something but then shut back. She then looked around the place in silence.
"Let's go. Let's go to the hospital." Coco blew her nose. She knew how terrible it was for a girl to encounter such a situation twice. She was successful in comforting her through her first rape ordeals. She wasn't sure how she would comfort Jessica at all anymore though as this was already the second.
Jessica was not more than a lifeless puppet when her cousin, Coco, took her out. The abuse marks left on her body left everyone who had seen them felt sorry.
She couldn't blame anyone for ending up like this but herself. She was at the point where she even thought that God couldn't save her anymore.
It was a lesson learned for her. She never expected something as cruel to happen to her at all. Thanks to Coco, the police arrived so soon. If Coco hadn't been watching her cousin all the time, she wouldn't have called the police to save her. Jessica would have suffered more in that case.
Edward ran to Cynthia as soon as he hit home. His mother looked so fantastic which made people wonder what made her so happy.
"Son, you're back. Why are you so early today?" Cynthia finally had her chance to vent her spleen on Jessica. Needless to say, she couldn't help but feel ecstatic about it.
"Yeah. Were you out alone? Where's Dad? Didn't he go with you?" A slight frown etched Edward's handsome face. He wasn't worried about Cynthia since his father was always with her before. It was unexpected for him to see his mother alone right now.
"He's out on business today. What's the matter? Do you want to see him?" Cynthia looked at him with amazement. It wasn't usual for Edward to ask about his father whenever he came home.
Why should I see him? I am just wondering why he isn't with you." It was given that the relationship between Edward and his family had eased a lot as of this point. Nevertheless, it was still awkward.
"He's not one of my belongings. Why must he be with me?" Cynthia took a look at her son resignedly and thought, 'When did Jonathan and I make Edward feel this way?'
"Aren't you guys always together? You two are like conjoined twins." The man smiled as relief flooded him. It was good that his mother seemed alright.
"What? Are you jealous? If you are, then feel free to stick with Daisy every day. No one would object to that. By the way, I just met Jessica. If she hadn't asked me out, I wouldn't have known it was her. She has completely changed." Cynthia said as casually as possible. However, it didn't stop Edward from being alarmed.
"What? Did you go to see her? Did she do anything to you?" He began scanning Cynthia with concern plastered on his face. He might appear unconcerned about his parents but that was nothing but a fat lie. He had loved them in silence.
"She did want to do something to me but unfortunately, she failed." Cynthia smiled and felt lucky that Jessica wasn't her daughter-in-law. Otherwise, she would be pissed off every day.
Did she try to hurt you?" Edward's cold eyes narrowed as he thought, 'Jessica, you aren't afraid to die, are you? It seems that I really underestimated you.'
"Yes but she failed." The aged woman said as she especially stressed her last word. "Why would you ask that? Do you already know anything about what happened?" Her gaze at him turned from sweet to suspicious as ideas that he might already know something in advance hit her.
"Well. No." Edward was a little flustered and quickly evaded her probing eyes.
"No? You must be lying or else you would look at me directly while saying that." Cynthia knew that her son was hiding something. She might not have cared so much about his words before but then she knew him too well. He was her child after all.
"I don't know anything. You are being paranoid." The man was about to enter their house when his mother suddenly stepped on his way to block him.
"You really don't know that, huh?" She continued to ask. She badly wanted to know if her child was lying.