Chapter 2 Purity Taken

After half an hour

Pretty, starting to regain consciousness, felt pain in her private area due to Jack's rough movements.

"Aarrgh!" Pretty screamed, opening her eyes and almost unable to believe that her body was being violated by someone whose face she couldn't see because of the darkness.

"Let me go!" Pretty screamed in pain, trying to rise, but Jack pressed her waist down, continuing his movements without stopping.

"I'll pay you when I'm done, don't worry about the money," said Jack, still moving below.

"Aargh!" Pretty cried out, feeling her heart shatter.

"It hurts! Please stop!" Pretty cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Pretty felt utterly devastated as her virginity was taken by a man she didn't know. Throughout the ordeal, she endured the pain and clutched the bed sheet with both hands, her sobs breaking as the man continued to violate her.

"Shut up! You don't need to be afraid. I'll pay you when I'm done!" Jack snapped, irritated by the girl's crying.

"You're a bastard! I'm not a prostitute!" Pretty screamed while crying.

"Stop pretending! You just want money, right? I'll pay you later!" Jack snapped as he pressed the girl's waist while continuing his movements below.

"It hurts!" Pretty screamed, trying to struggle, but the man held her waist firmly.

"Stop it! Please, stop it!" Pretty pleaded, enduring the pain.

"My life is ruined! If my family finds out, they'll beat me. My mom and dad care more about the family name than their own children. I'm also supposed to get married soon; how will I face David?" Pretty thought to herself.

The stimulant Jack had taken made him unable to control himself, and he continued for two hours. Sweat drenched his entire body, and the drug's effects forced him to repeat the act multiple times. He ignored Pretty's screams and cries, believing the girl he was with was just a call girl.

Not long after, Jack finally stopped. After satisfying his desires, Jack got up and headed to the bathroom, while Pretty was left devastated, her virginity stolen by a man she didn't know, whose face she couldn't even see clearly because of the darkness in the room.

Moments later, Pretty, still wounded, forced herself to get up. She wanted to leave the place that felt like hell, the place that had taken her purity and destroyed her future. Pretty grabbed her clothes from the floor beside the bed, and after dressing, she slowly made her way out of the dark room.

Outside the room, she looked around the lavish and spacious house. There was no doubt it belonged to a wealthy person with billions of dollars. But all she wanted was to get out of that terrifying place, which had caused her to lose her innocence and shattered her future.

Pretty was crying, her whole body trembling. The terrifying events still lingered vividly in her mind. She walked toward the door, enduring the pain in her private area, trying to walk quickly to escape that place.

"Why are you coming out?" asked one of the men guarding the door, named Luiz, the man who had brought Pretty to his boss's bed.

"Just let her go! Look at her. The boss must have done it with her, so she's no longer useful here," said Sandro, another member of the household.

"You're all bastards!" Pretty shouted, feeling deeply hurt by the cruel treatment.

"You're just a call girl. Why are you so sad?" Luiz snapped.

"Our boss will pay you, won't he? Why are you so unhappy?" Sandro shouted, roughly pushing Pretty, causing her to fall.

THUD...

"Aargh!" Pretty cried out in pain, her body injured from the fall, and her hand wounded from the impact.

Meanwhile, Jack stepped out of the bathroom and turned on the light, illuminating the entire room.

He looked toward the bed and noticed that the woman was no longer there.

"I haven't even paid her, and she's already gone?" Jack muttered as he walked closer to the bed. When he saw the bloodstains on the sheets, his expression changed. It was surprising for him to find that a woman in the entertainment business was still a virgin.