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"I saw the way he looked at you. He wants you. I think you left with him last night. He took you home and fucked you good, didn't he?" He yells.

"No, I didn't go home with him," I tell him.

He spins me around and slams my back against the wall. He punches me in the face and rips my dress down the front. I scream as loud as I can, but I don't hear anyone coming to my aid. I’m on my own this time and for the first time, I feel genuine fear. He grabs me by the throat and squeezes hard. He squeezes so hard I can’t breathe. I try to claw at his hands, but he just squeezes harder.

"Did he fuck you, Rose?"

I still can't breathe. He squeezes harder and I start to see black spots as I lose consciousness. I am going to die here and now. I just hope that Vlad never finds out about this. I will never tell Sal how special he is to me or anything we have done. Never. I won't give him that satisfaction. Those are my memories … the only hope I have left in this hopeless world.

He loosens his hold on my neck, and I gasp for breath. He smiles as I suck in a lungful of air.

"You will never see him again. You will never leave my side. Do you understand me, Rose? You are mine."

I shake my head no. He punches me hard in the face again. My head hits the wall behind me. I can hear him unbuckling his pants. I know what's coming next. I won't let him break me. I just wish I had told Vlad that I love him to his face instead of in a note. This man will never take that away from me.

He spins me around and throws me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and pins me to the bed. He forces my legs apart with his knee. I scream as loud as I can and fight back the best that I can.

"I'm going to fuck you every day Rose. I'm going to make sure you never forget that you are mine. I'm going to make you scream until you lose your voice. Do you understand me, Rose? I'm going to make you bleed." He says as he thrusts his cock into my dry pussy. I scream out in pain and anguish. "I'm going to use you until there is nothing left. So fight Rose. Fight me I love it." He grunts as he thrusts forward.

I scream as he pounds into me. I can feel myself tear as he shoves his cock deeper and deeper into me. My back is being ripped apart as he claws into my skin with his nails. Causing as much pain as he can. Every time I scream, he moans louder.

I can taste the blood in my mouth as it pours out of my nose. The more I scream, the harder he fucks me. I can feel him inside of me as he fills me with his come. I cry out as the pain shoots through my body.

He laughs as he pulls out of me. I try to get up and run away, but he grabs me by the hair and drags me back down. "Where do you think you are going, Rose? We are just getting started here. I told you I was going to make you scream until you lost your voice. I plan on doing just that."

He forces me back down on the bed, and I scream more. He pulls out his gun and points it at me. "Shut the fuck up, Rose, or I will kill you right now. Maybe I should anyway." He pulls back the hammer and I see his finger tighten around the trigger.

I scream more. I hope he kills me. That would be better than what my life will be with this monster. I close my eyes and wait for the bullet to hit. Please kill me. Please. I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life. I decide fuck it and I scream as loud as I can trying to tempt him to do it.

He hits me in the head with the gun and everything goes black.

Chapter 17

Rose

When I wake up, I am still in my bed. I’m covered in blood and cum. I have bruises all over my body. I hurt everywhere. I can’t move. I’m in so much pain. I just lay there and stare at the ceiling. The tears run down my face. The feeling of dried blood and his cum is everywhere. He covered every inch of me with bruises and marks. I hate my father. I hate him so much. How could he do this to me? How could he let Sal do this to me?

I feel a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. The pain, both physical and emotional, intertwines, creating a suffocating sensation that engulfs me. My body trembles with a mixture of fear, anger, and disgust, as the memories of the night before flood my mind. Every movement, no matter how slight, sends waves of agony through my battered body.

The bruises, like dark clouds, paint a grotesque mosaic on my skin. Each one tells a story of violence and betrayal, a painful reminder of the cruel hands that inflicted them. They serve as a constant reminder of the powerlessness I felt, the helplessness that consumed me.

The dried blood and remnants of his vile presence cling to me, leaving a sickening residue. It’s a tangible reminder of the violation I endured, a sickening reminder of the depths to which my father could sink by letting this man do this to me. The tears continue to cascade down my face, tracing a path through the stains on my cheeks. They are a silent testament to the overwhelming pain and confusion that consumes me.

Anger simmers within me, fueled by the betrayal and hatred I harbor towards my father. How could someone who was meant to protect me allow such atrocities to befall me? And Sal, a name that fills me with loathing. The questions torment me, haunting my thoughts as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling broken and discarded.

But amidst the pain and despair, a flicker of strength begins to emerge. It’s a small ember, but it burns with determination. I refuse to let the darkness consume me entirely. Deep within, a voice whispers that I deserve better, that I am worthy of love and safety. It’s a fragile thread of hope that I cling to, a spark of resilience that refuses to be extinguished.

In the depths of my anguish, I know that healing will be a long and arduous journey. But I vow to myself, as the tears continue to fall, that I will find a way to rise above this darkness. I will seek justice, find solace, and reclaim my shattered sense of self. The path ahead may be uncertain, but I refuse to let the actions of my father and Sal define me.

I look over at my dresser and I see a note. I know who it is from. I just want to die. The fact that Sal would rape me and then leave a note is unsettling. I just don’t have the strength to go over there. I don’t want to read it, but I know I have to. I have to know what it says. I need to see what he has to say for himself after all of this.

I climb out of bed and make my way across the room. The agony of every movement testing the limits of what I can endure. When I get to the dresser, I pick up the note. It’s short and to the point.

Rose,

I will be back soon. I have some things to take care of. You will be my wife. It doesn’t matter what you want. I will break you in and you will give me heirs. You will never leave me. I will fuck you whenever I want and there is nothing you can do to stop me if last night didn’t prove that I will have fun making that point. I hope you enjoyed our time together. This is just the beginning.

-Sal-

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