Chapter 3 3

Chapter Three

Her father was old, and she couldn't bear the thought of him spending the rest of his life in prison.

She raised her eyes to meet the demon in front of her. "I'll do whatever y-you want."

The man's grin broadened. He extinguished the cigarette on the side table before reaching for the button on his pants. He drew her attention away from it. She was taken aback when she heard his pants fall to the floor. When he violently grabbed her hair and forced her to face him, fear gripped her. She settled her gaze on the manhood in front of her. It was long and fat. She trembled with fear at the possibility of reclaiming her. Her delicacy is still painful, and she will be unable to cope if he decides to commit the same atrocity as before.

"Suck it," he ordered.

She looked into his eyes, terrified.

"I know you're sore, so I'm being nice and letting you suck me instead of me fucking your little pussy." His voice was tinged with sarcasm. She couldn't see the person she had trusted and who had been kind to her.

He is now a demon full of worldliness, as she observes.

"Take it, Lucy!" He moaned as it yanked her hair closer to his manhood.

Her hand trembled as she held it and brought it to her mouth gently. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt sorry for herself. Even in her dreams, she never imagined herself in such a situation.

David growled, "Ahh... fuck!" she exclaimed. He burst into her mouth just as she was about to burst into tears. He gripped her hair tighter and plunged until he was out of her mouth.

She tasted his sperm. She tried to flee, but his two hands held her back. She couldn't help but swallow everything that came out, despite her desire to turn her stomach upside down.

When he was done, he let her go but violently touched her face. He bowed so that their eyes met.

"You're MINE, Lucy!" He said, then left her on the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

I hate you!

She wiped her tears away with the blanket.

She wiped hard until she felt heat and pain in her mouth, but she just kept doing what she was doing, as if doing so would erase what he had done from her memory.

Lucy did not know how long she had been staring at her table inside the faculty room when she noticed the ballpen ink stain on her desk. She took a tissue and gently wiped the stain.

But the ink spread even more. Her gentle rubbing of the stain became intense and fast. She was unaware of the pressure to remove the ink from her desk, as well as the tears that had escaped her eyes.

She remembered what had happened on Friday night. David's repeated exploitation of her. She repeated pleading until she was exhausted.

The bloodstain left on the white blanket where she was mercilessly repeatedly exploited and destroyed by the person she trusted. The stains of his violence on her body. Kiss marks, bites and bruises.

She could still feel the pain in her body, the pain in her feminity.

She just forced herself to get up earlier even though she could hardly sleep, because every time she closed her eyes, she could see the indecency she had suffered.

It was late at night when David took her to their house. She is thankful that her grandmother and father are gone. His brother was asleep when she got home. She locked herself in her room for two days to avoid being questioned by her grandmother and father. They don't need to know what happened to her because they will only be hurt.

She could hardly look at the people she met because she felt, when she stared at them they would know what had happened to her.

She didn't want them to know what had happened to her. She didn't want anyone to know what she was going through. She could not bear the embarrassment it would take. After all, David would not talk about what had happened to them.

"Lucy! Hey, Lucy!"

Veron called her. Veron is one of her co-teachers. Her forehead furrowed as she stared at her.

She averted her eyes from Veron immediately.

"Is there a problem, Lucy?" she asked, full of concern. Veron was going to touch her shoulder when she suddenly stood up to evade.

Veron was surprised at what she did. Their other co-teachers inside the faculty room also looked at them. It's their lunch break, so her colleagues are here talking and others are eating.

She felt embarrassed, so she bowed her head. She passed Veron with a worried face.

She went to CR just for teachers. She immediately locked the door. She went to the sink and washed. She closes her eyes to the cold water that touches her face.

When she opened her eyes, she looked in the large mirror. She could not recognize who was in front of her.

The underside of her eyes were black and red. Her lips were very pale with a small cut on the side.

She caressed her face. Is that her? Is she the one she sees in front of the mirror? If so, why does she look miserable? Why does she look like shit? Where is Lucy full of life? Who always has a smile on the lips?

Her tears started to flow. She covered her mouth to stop sobbing. She held one hand tightly to the sink so that it would draw strength and she would not fall. She cried her heart out because of the pity she was feeling for herself.

She's a good person. She knows it. She never hurt anyone's feelings, not even physically. But why did this thing happen to her? Why did she need to experience this thing?

Why did God allow this to happen to her? Why her?