Bright light filtered through the gaps in the curtains and fell on my face, my eyelids fluttered a few times before I finally opened my eyes, and I gasped with my mouth, trying to calm my tense nerves.
It was terrifying, I dreamed that a strange man took my virginity, and the encounter was so intense.
Mm.
I dared not wait for me to calm down, I found that even a slight movement made my whole-body ache as if it were broken, and my waist was tightly pressed by an iron ring.
Wait! Someone was pressed me.
I turned my head stiffly and when I saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face, my heart completely sank, thelicentious dream from last night was actually real.
I... really was
I turned my head stiffly again, not daring to look at the other person, my mind was in a turmoil like a storm, and it seemed that the other person had no intention of waking up, they even pulled their hand back from on top of me with a turn.
Afraid of waking him, I got up carefully, nearly fell as my legs gave way upon leaving the bed, fortunately managing to steady myself by holding onto the bedside table. I looked tensely at the large bed, thankfully the other person was sound asleep. I quickly picked up some clothes from the floor, put them on, and quietly left the room.
In the instant I closed the door, all the grievances and fears turned into a surge of immense energy that made me run wildly through the hotel corridor, tears streaming from my eyes and then blown away into the air.
The pain in my body was nothing compared to a fraction of the heartache; the innocence I had guarded for 18 years was so ignorantly taken away by a stranger.
What should I do, and what will my boyfriend Liam think of me? He loves me so much. I was planning to give myself to him on my birthday next month, but now everything is ruined.
"Miss, do you need a ride?" A deep and rough voice interrupted my thoughts.
It was only then that I realized I had arrived at the hotel entrance, surrounded by curious gazes, and seeing the taxi parked in front of me.
Without hesitation, I opened the door and got in, saying, "To Sunset Villa."
My overly hoarse voice piqued the driver's curiosity, causing him to glance back at me for a moment before quickly looking down, not wanting to let me see my embarrassment.
Fortunately, it was just a fleeting moment; the driver immediately started the car. It wasn't until a while later that I raised my head and, through the rearview mirror, saw the obvious purple bruises on my pale neck and the ill-fitting clothes I was wearing, all of which indicated that I had suffered a horrific violation the night before. I reached out to tighten my clothing.
"We've arrived," the driver politely directed his gaze out the window.
After getting off the car, I felt an eerie sensation upon seeing the unoccupied villa; there wasn't even a bodyguard at the door. Without further thought, I quickly walked in through the half-open gate. The sight that greeted me was clothes scattered on the floor, which became more intimate as they ascended the stairs. I kicked aside the underwear that fell in the stairway, endure nausea went up, and as I reached the door to my room. I heard flesh smacking and two familiar voices conversing.
"Oh, honey, Oh! How does it feel? ... Am... Having sex in your girlfriend's room?" That was the voice of my stepsister Grace. H er voice emitting suppressible moans. But what did she mean by that? Before I could puzzle over it, I soon found out.
"Shut up, squeeze tighter." This was the voice of my boyfriend Liam.
I pinched my thigh hard, and even as the pain transmitted, I still felt some disbelief.
They were making love in my room, and when I realized this, a strong feeling of nausea surged up my throat; it was so disgusting, too disgusting. I leaned against the wall and kept gagging, but having not eaten for a long time, I couldn't throw anything up. My weak body completely collapsed to the ground, and I barely managed to stand up again by holding onto the wall.
"Hmm, dear, did you hear any sounds?" Grace asked to the one who was vigorously working on her.
Yes, I heard it, the sound of water flowing uncontrollably beneath you.
How could there be anyone? Father is busy trying to gather investment money from the auction.
Your dad is ruthless, selling his own daughter for money.
Are you feeling heartbroken? Didn't you say you were pursuing her to take revenge for me? Are you really love him? Ugh, be gentle. Are you aggressive too when you are having sex with my sister too?
"Why do you taking about? It's cursed, who knows if she's being taken advantage of by multiple people right now, pretending to be a virtuous woman in front of me back then." Liam's tone is full of impatience.
Hearing Liam describe me like this, I could almost hear my heart cracking. What I thought was a sweet love was just someone's so-called intentional retaliation. Ironically, I've never bullied Grace, not even when I considered her to be genuinely treated as a sister in the past.
I treated her like a sister.
Ah ah ah, Liam, quick...
I couldn't bear their moans anymore, took a few deep breaths to steady my turbulent emotions, stood up straight to maintain my last bit of dignity, and then I abruptly pushed open the door. The two people inside clearly didn't expect someone to come in and froze in place. Liam still had Grace pressed down on my bed, their lower bodies still connected.
"Ah, it's the sister, how embarrassing, you're not going to mind, are you?" Grace quickly regained her composure and even sweetly smiled at me.
"Get out." I don't have the strength to argue with them now.
"Dear, are you angry with us, sister?" Grace didn't pay attention to me but instead stood up and put her arm around Jody's shoulder, defiantly raising her long, thin eyebrows.
Grace looks like her mother, with red hair and a fiery figure, and some freckles on her face, which would make her a bright and beautiful woman if it weren't for the nasal tone of her voice that I find a bit unseemly.
Ugh, I silently dry heaved again.
Liam gave me a disgusted look, then pulled the blanket next to him over the two of them, saying, "Don't mind her." As they continued their activities in front of me, the smacking sounds clearly reached my ears.
Ah ah ah, you're so amazing, baby.
I expressionlessly picked up the nearby knickknacks and threw them at the two of them, with various-sized plaster items hitting Liam's back. He stopped and looked at me angrily.
Do you want to join in?
I paid no attention to him, just continuing to throw things from my hands at the two of them, "Get out," were the last words I could squeeze out from between my teeth.
"Damn, you slut!" Liam protectively ushered Grace out in a hurry, still cursing under his breath.
As soon as they left, I rushed to the door, fumbling to lock it, and then, feeling all my strength drain away, leaned against the door and let myself slide to the ground.
Mom, why am I encountering these things? Didn't you tell me that if I just do my best, I won't get hurt? Why are they treating me this way?
I hugged my knees, tears streaming uncontrollably from my eyes. I didn't cry when I was pinned to the bed by a man, nor when I was betrayed by my family, but in the quiet, I indulged in a good cry. After crying, I went to the bathroom, stripped off the ill-fitting clothes, submerged myself in the water, and scrubbed every part of my body with force, trying to wash away the sensation left by the man, only stopping when my skin turned red from friction. I stayed in the bathtub for a long time, until the scalding water turned cold, before I got out. The past two days felt like a nightmare, yet I was very aware that this was reality.
For the previous 18 years, I was a carefree girl. I thought that even after my mother passed away, my father still loved me, although our family business was substantial, and I could learn various hobbies. I used to live without any worries about food and clothing, was spoiled by my father, and my boyfriend was devoted to me. I believed my family was perfect, but in the end, it was all an illusion. My mind kept flashing back to the good times from the past, which eventually turned into the blurred face of that man from last night.
It was as if I had subsided into a swamp, with hands reaching out from within trying to pull me deeper into the mire, and my whole body was slowly enveloped by the muddy sludge of the swamp.
Ding-dong.
It was my phone ringing. I abruptly opened my eyes, picked up the phone next to me, took several deep breaths to compose myself, and then answered the call. A flustered voice immediately came through the phone.
"Where are you, my dear? Something huge has happened, quickly check the school forum." It was my childhood friend Bella, a careless and straightforward girl.
I'll check it right away, don't worry.
While calming down the anxious Bella, I quickly went on the school's forum.
The most popular post on the forum is: Shocking! The innocent school beauty is prostituting herself, and there are also several photos of me coming out of a hotel above it.
"Did you see that? I don't know who is, they're not afraid the kid will be born without an anus. And your stepsister, that slut, is still confusing the issue. Where's Liam? Why doesn't he come out to speak for you? Really." Hansen spoke quickly, like a bullet, without stopping.
But Liam, he's probably still in Grace's bed.
The photos are real.
What?
Not waiting for Liam to continue asking, with her personality, she would certainly want to get to the bottom of it, and it's not something that can be explained in a short while. I asked her to wait for me on the second floor of the library, and we would talk face-to-face, then I hung up the phone.
I no longer had time to rest, and I put on a long-sleeved shirt, making sure not to expose any skin. Then I wore a mask and sunglasses before going out.