He tugged harder on her belt, her body pressing up further against his. He grabbed her hair in his fist and balled it up. He drew her head back and looked at her. She began to cry, to plead.“Please don’t,” She said. “Please.”“Shut up.”He kissed her again and this time, he inserted his tongue in her mouth. By pleading, she had left herself open to this. Again he pulled her head back roughly. “Kiss back,” he said.And I did.When he was satisfied, he stopped and tried to work the latch on Her belt. It was a belt with a strange buckle and he couldn’t figure it out. To have him let go of her, for him to leave her alone, she said, “Let me, I’ll do it.”He watched her.When she was done, he unzipped the jeans she wore.“Now take off your shirt.”She had a cardigan sweater on. She took that off. He reached over to help unbutton her shirt. He fumbled.“I’ll do it,” She said again.She unbuttoned the oxford-cloth shirt and, like the cardigan, She peeled it back from her body. It was like
It took a while before he could lift her off the wet ground and trudge through the quiet woods to the main road where his police vehicle had been parked. He carefully opened it up and out her in the back seat before he ran over to the other side of the car and got into the driver’s seat.He took her to the hospital immediately, where she was treated for her injuries and given a rape kit.As she lay in the hospital bed, Elise’s mind was consumed by the horror of what had happened. She couldn’t believe that Sly, someone she had trusted so deeply, could have done something so vile.The following morning, Hanna laid on the hospital bed, her body feeling violated and her mind consumed with the memory of the brutal attack. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep – she was lost in thought, replaying the incident over and over in her head.The room was quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment. The walls were painted a pale blue, and there was a small window that looked out onto
It was not long before avoiding his work calls and watching the news in fear that he might be wanted by the police. His room was dark and messy, with clothes piled up on the floor and empty bottles scattered around. He didn’t care about anything anymore, not even himself.His thoughts were disturbed, swirling around in his head like a storm. He couldn’t believe what he had done, and he didn’t know how to face the consequences. All he knew was that he was a monster, and that he deserved to be punishedAfter two days of locking himself in his apartment he decided to speak up about what he has done and he visited his family house very early the following morning.One thing that had always in endeared him to this house where he spent most of his childhood was that it reeked of wealth. Sly’s family home was a mansion surrounded by lush green gardens, a swimming pool, and a fleet of luxury cars parked outside. The front door was adorned with a grand entrance, and the marble floors shimmer
As Elise cuddled close to Richard, she felt the warmth of his body and the softness of the blanket they shared. They made small talk about the movie, commenting on the plot and the scares. Despite the creepy atmosphere, they both felt relaxed in each other’s company.However, as Richard stayed up after Elise went to bed, the mood in the room changed. His thoughts turned to the stranger he had bumped into at the airport, and the picture of his face kept flashing in his mind. The news about Sly being a direct heir of Hulio Adiento added to the sense of unease in the room. The image of Hulio’s face on the TV screen sent shivers down Richard’s spine as he tried to make sense of the coincidence.Lost in thought, Richard eventually headed to bed with a sinking feeling, wondering what the next day would bring.As Richard stepped out of his house, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and a cool breeze blew across his face. He closed the door behind him, took a deep breath and started walk
As Elise stepped into her room, she closed the door behind her, making sure that her boyfriend Richard’s palm tree-patterned shirt was folded and placed beside her bed. The dim light from the bedside lamp created a peaceful atmosphere that made her feel relaxed. The apartment was small but cozy, with walls decorated with various paintings of the sunset, flowers, and the Eiffel Tower. She walked towards the mirror, and she could see her reflection, appreciating how her olive-toned skin glowed. She was wearing a cream tank top and her hair was tied in a bun.As she began her skincare routine, she applied her favorite cleanser in circular motions, ensuring it was thoroughly massaged into her skin. A faint fragrance of lavender from the lotion she was using soon filled the room. She enjoyed the calmness of the room as the music from the speaker on the shelf played softly in the background.As she continued massaging her face, her phone rang. Elise hesitated, assuming it was probably her
The rich office of Hûlio was a grand affair, decked with lavish furnishings and ornate decorations. The walls were adorned with artwork and photographs of his family, giving a glimpse into the life of luxury that he lived. A large mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, on which sat an array of expensive gadgets and trinkets.Hûlio sat at his desk, pouring over old family documents when Rue entered the room.“Sir, I received a rather peculiar email today,” she said.Hûlio looked up from the papers and raised a questioning eyebrow.“It seems that an anonymous person claims to have found your lost son,” Rue continued.Hûlio’s eyes widened in surprise. “My son? But he was kidnapped when he was only 10 years old. How could he be found now?”“That’s what the sender of the email claims, sir. They are requesting a meeting at an open field to prove their claims,” Rue explained. Hûlio leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, his thoughts racing. Could this be real? Could his long
James’ wife, Susan, had been sitting quietly during Richard’s announcement, but as soon as he spoke the words “Hûlio is my father,” her eyes widened in shock. She had always assumed Richard was a lost cause, coming from a poor family and with no connections to speak of. But now, it seemed, he was from a wealthy bloodline.Susan’s first instinct was to make up for her previous bad character by offering something valuable to Richard. “Richard, my daughter Elise is also unmarried. I propose that you take her as your wife,” she said, smiling sweetly.Richard was taken aback by the sudden proposal. He had been secretly dating Elise for months, but Susan didn’t know that. He shook his head, declining politely. “Thank you for the offer, but I cannot accept. I have other plans.”Susan’s smile faltered for a moment before she put on a gracious façade once again. “Of course, I understand. We will do everything we can to help you reconnect with your family,” she said, still trying to make up for
The next few days went by in a whir of emotions for Elise and Richard. As Richard drove down the sunny road, Elise’s nerves were palpable. She fidgeted with her fingers and sighed deeply. “Are you okay?”Elise spoke up, her voice laced with worry. “My Mom is going to be disappointed in me, she had always envisioned something else for me.”Richard turned and met her eyes. “We have nothing to lose, Elise. We love each other, and that’s all that matters. Elise, don’t worry. It’ll be okay. We’ve got this.”“I just don’t want her to be disappointed in me. I feel like I should have told her before now,” Elise replied, her voice wavering.Richard took one hand off the steering wheel to reach over and take Elise’s hand.“She loves you, Elise. She’ll be happy for you once she sees how happy we are.”Elise squeezed Richard’s hand and smiled. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking it.”As they arrived at the residence, they were welcomed by the high gates that led to the luxurious mansi