Chapter 4 Valentina

"You know something don't you?" Matteo squinted at me and I shivered, swallowing the thickness in my throat.

"I think she does." Bianca set her heart shaped lips in a thin line.

"Alright guys, the party is over!" Matteo called out, his hateful blue eyes still trained on mine.

Grunts of disapproval filled the air as the music stopped and one by one, the guests filed out of the room, leaving all three of us inside.

"What are you trying to do Matteo?" I gripped the handle of my bag tightly.

"What I should have done years ago." He smirked at me before closing in on me.

"Stay away Matteo, this isn't right." I stepped back but he handed the drinks over to Bianca who gladly took them while she watched us before grabbing me.

"I haven't always loved you Matteo!' I screamed out.

"Pathetic. I don't love you Valentina. Now, if you would be the good girl you have always been and calmly open your mouth, we would have no problem." He cooed, still holding me tight in grasp.

"We can just divorce without all these." I tried to reason with him but his eyes flashed.

"Our parents would need a more valid reason to believe in our divorce." He told me and I felt myself go weak.

So this was it? His reason for wanting to ruin me completely.

"The drink." He called out to Bianca who readily handed it in before grabbing my hands while Matteo force fed the drink to me, pressing my mouth open.

I struggled and gurgled but he had his hand over my mouth till I had no other option than to swallow the drink.

I thought I had a little time left but I didn't. My ears rang and my eyes went blurry, I began to feel dizzy and hot.

"Have a fun time Valentina." Bianca giggled before I heard the door get shut behind her.

"Hey ... don't ..." I drawled and struggled to stand up, staggering towards the door and clumsily pounding on it.

"Open ... up!" My core began to tingle and the panic set it, I was slowly losing it.

I tried to keep still but I could not resist rubbing my thighs together.

Soon enough, the door pushed open with a strong force sending me to the floor on my back.

"Hehe! She looks juicy just like they said." I heard a gruff voice.

I forced my eyes open to see the oily face of a middle aged man extremely close to mine and with the little strength I had, I forced a spittle out and it stuck to his nose.

Not waiting to see his reaction, I made to crawl out of his reach but my hair got dragged.

"Aaaah! Please ... not ... hair ..." My core was getting hotter and I desperately needed to get a release.

Pushing my eyes open after I got set into a kneeling position, I saw four of them towering before me with hard faces. I opened my mouth to speak but got hit in the face, sending me to the floor in a dull but painful thud.

"Please..." My hair got dragged again till I was kneeling and I had no strength left to plead.

"You wanna be rebellious huh?" Another rough voice asked and I got slapped again, I could feel the metallic taste of blood against my tongue.

I fell to the floor and whimpered before I began rubbing my thighs together, ignoring the pain from my face and scalp. I desperately needed to get my core rubbed.

I heard the sound of zippers and their vile chuckle. Tears rolled down my eyes into my hair as I laid facing the ceiling. At the back of my mind Bianca's words about these men being HIV positive rang out and I closed my eyes in defeat. There was no way I was going to fight against these men on my own.

"Oh yeah. Pleasure yourself first bitch!" One of them kicked my legs open, tearing my clothes and panties off and my hand instinctively went towards my core as I cried out loudly in shame while they laughed.

I forced my heavy eyes open again and my eyes widened when I saw them half naked, standing in semi circles around me with one of them holding the camera.

"No ... no..." My tongue was swollen this time and heavy.

One of them snorted and the rest began to laugh but nothing was funny, I only cried louder while working my hand on my core. I guess he wouldn't show up.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried once again to fight what I felt but the discomfort grew just at the thought and my will broke. Just when I surrendered to my ill fate, the door burst open with a bang.