Chapter 3 BITTER SWEET LOVE

"Don't you feel this heat, I'm hot"

"My body is hot"

"What's happening to me?"

She could recall sitting at the bar, taking some soft drinks that she had ordered. She was so fucking drunk. As if that is not enough, she was also horny, like her pussy was burning so hot.

This feeling she had was as if she could slump and die if she doesn't have sex any minute from then. Seems like she was sounding weird.

"Am a virgin, I shouldn't be longing for sex this way. Right? Am breathing hard, trying hard to remember how I got to this room and why am feeling this way. Tipsy if I may. Could it be the soft drink I took? Was I drugged or is it my hormones playing a mean joke on me?"

She couldn't think straight as all weird thoughts were going in one direction. Sex.

But, how exactly did she get to that place? What was going on in her body?

Before she could answer the question, the door to the room opened from outside and a muscular guy walked in and stood by the door, looking away from her as if he was guilty of what just happened to her. With his head bent, he walked around the room as if inspecting for any hidden camera or if her phone was on record.

When he was done, he lifted her up from the bed aggressively. That touch felt familiar. Fred's touch. Her ex-boyfriend. Her eyes were blurred due to the substance that was put in her drink. Although she couldn't see his eyes well, that touch of his gave her flashbacks.

"You thought you could give your virginity to another man" he said.

"Fred" she said sounding weak.

"Shush", he said, placing a finger on her lips, while his other hand found its way to her laps.

"I asked nicely, but you kept pushing me off, Claudia. I gave you everything, but you had the guts to deny me what is rightfully mine. And now, you want to run off into the arms of another man, so you can give it to him freely. All I labored for?" He said as his anger began to rise.

"You are mine, if I can't have you, no man will. Your virginity is meant for the highest bidder, which is me" he added.

"How dare you, you animal?" She asked him, taking a step back. He came prepared. She could sense that. He could barely control his urges. This is not how she had imagined her first sex to be, but the substance had kicked in, her whole body was on fire.

"Touch me, you stupid bitch" he shouted. "I will fuck you like a whore that you are". He was horny as she was, and before she knew it, he pulled her into his arms and started kissing her roughly. She couldn't fight back physically as her whole body, already aroused, responded intensely to his touch.

"So you think you can run away from me, of all the guys in town. It's me, Fred, you choose to deceive. I guess I will have to teach you a lesson of a lifetime" he yelled angrily, not even giving her a chance to say anything.

Of course, she couldn't, no matter how much she struggled in her head to make her body obey her, she just stood there like a sheep. She wanted to tell him she wasn't a deceiver. She wanted to explain the whole misunderstanding he had captured in his head. She wanted to talk or fight back, or do something, but he had already subdued her.

His hands on her body was like Cold water on a very sunny Day. Although, it somehow hurt, but because she was aroused, it calmed the urge, not the scenario she wanted. Not to someone like him. He showed affection towards her or even considered her feeling. He had always wanted to get her laid and that was one of the reasons she left the relationship.

She wanted a sweet first sex on her honeymoon but here she stood, helpless as he ripped off her clothes like a hungry dog that he was. Pushing her into the bed, he looked lustfully at her bare breast – firm, plump, and succulent. He licked his lower lips as he took out his penis, tracing the tip around the entrance of her vagina, making her jerk in ecstasy as started tearing through her membrane, taking away her pride, her innocence, her dignity, her virginity. She screamed heavily but wasn't sure for which purpose: the satisfaction of the stupid sexual urge or the fact that he had gotten what he wanted.

She cried. Heavily. The satisfaction on his face was like that of a thief who stole from a poor home and killed everyone on the spot. He fucked her real hard, squeezing and sucking her breast without mercy while pushing through both her vagina and ass for three rounds before giving up due to his ejaculation.

He gave out a loud moan, having fulfilled his ambition. Licking his lips, he looked at the blood stain on the tiles and nodded in satisfaction. He had done it. Giving a mocking laugh, he bent down to face her, taking in her scent, leaving her to her pain.

Knowing she was still under the influence of the Viagra he had slipped into her drink, he stood over her and made her watch as he gave himself a handjob, spilling thick white fluids over her face.

She couldn't believe what was going on. Her body was yet to come back to its senses, and now she just had the most awful experience of being spilled on. As she laid there, all she could feel was pain between her legs, shame, and anger.

He had always been mad, aggressive and an abuser. And now he had done the worst. She must revenge. But how?

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She stepped into the bathtub, thinking of ways to make Fred pay for what he did. Killing him would be merciful. Reporting to the police will only make him spend a few years in prison. She wanted an eternal pain and punishment for him.

She thought so hard that she didn't realize she had scrubbed her body too hard out of anger. As the music burst through the bathroom door, a plan struck her.