My body trembled as I watched in disbelief, unable to tear my eyes away from the painful scene unfolding before me.
"Victor..." I managed to whisper, my voice shaky with emotion. The sight of him being intimate with another woman while I helplessly watched tore me apart inside. "Please!" I cried, desperate for him to stop this madness. But he remained unmoved, callously disregarding my pleas.
"Stop it!" I screamed, my anguish echoing through the room. The girl continued riding him, faster and faster, until she reached her climax. Her pleasure-filled moans mixed with my tearful cries, creating an unsettling symphony in the room.
"Thank you, Rosa. Get cleaned up," Victor said casually, kissing the girl and playfully smacking her on her ass. She giggled in response. "There's something in the bedside drawer for you," he added.
"Thank you, baby," she cooed, retrieving bundles of cash from the drawer and squealing with delight. She rushed back to kiss Victor on the lips, giving me a sly glance as she walked past, her shoulder brushing against mine.
When I attempted to grab her in a desperate act of retaliation, Victor cocked the gun, a clear warning that any resistance from me would not end well. The girl laughed louder, finding amusement in my torment, and left the room.
"Come here, Jessica," Victor ordered, his tone cold and demanding. I felt emotionally ravaged, but I mustered the courage to refuse.
"No," I said, standing my ground.
He stood up, approaching me with an aggressive demeanor. He forcefully took my bag off my shoulders and threw it aside.
"Where is your mother?" he demanded.
"I don't know, and I don't care!" I retorted.
"Well, she better show up, little Jess, or you'll experience true pain," he rasped, running his fingers over my chest.
Feeling a mixture of anger and confusion, I swatted his hand away, frustrated by how my body responded to his touch despite his previous actions.
He did it again, using the barrel of his gun and I attempted to push him away, but he swiftly seized me by the neck with his free hand, lifting me effortlessly and hurling me onto the bed. Desperate to escape, I made a dash for my bag, but he caught me, forcefully throwing me back onto the bed. The situation felt increasingly dire as I struggled against his overpowering grasp. Pinning me to the bed face down he removed my jeans, ignoring my scream for him to stop, and rammed into me. He fucked me hard and fast.
It was another level of degradation but this was Victor and I always loved him inside me however way he took me.
Soon enough I was the one begging him not to stop. He flipped me over then framed my hips to lift me off the bed and fucked me more.
"Oh, Daddy, Yes! Yes, Daddy don't stop!" I cried, deranged and in desperate need of him to continue to pleasure me and numb my pain.
When he tried to pull out of me before he came into me, I embraced him tightly, my legs entwined around his body, and we moved together with intensity. He effortlessly lifted me from the bed, and I held on firmly, moving in rhythm, as if I were taming a spirited steed.
Victor groaned in evident pleasure, heightened by my wildness. He cupped my ass and plundered me, digging deeper. I shook crying hysterically now from the pleasure. My body shook as I came. It was intense and pure painful pleasure. I felt Victor fill me with his cum and then he threw me away from him to the bed. I whimpered as my body continued to spasm with pleasure.
When he headed to the bathroom, I hurriedly reached for my bag, my hands trembling as I retrieved my gun. With shaky resolve, I aimed it at his back and began to press the trigger. Suddenly, Victor turned around to face me, his expression void of fear or surprise.
"That's my girl. Go ahead, shoot," he taunted, moving closer to me. My grip tightened, and I pointed the gun at his chest, warning him to stay back.
"I will shoot, stay back!" I said, my voice wavering.
"I thought you brought out the gun to shoot, Jessica. Why give me a warning?" he sneered, halting just inches away with the gun pressed against his naked chest. "Go on, Jess, shoot," he urged, his voice rough.
Tears streamed down my face as I trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't find the strength to pull the trigger. "I hate you!" I choked out through my tears.
"Pull the damn trigger, Jess!" he growled at me. I continued to sob, feeling utterly broken. I had to face the damn truth. I didn't want Victor dead. This wasn't how I wanted things to end between us.
In a surprising move, he took the gun from my trembling hands and tossed it aside. Then, he gently lifted me up and carried me with him into the bathroom, and fucked me again and again.
He took me again on the bed and I didn't know when I fell asleep. When I finally regained consciousness, it was already morning. I noticed Victor was fully dressed, and there were bundles of cash in a briefcase placed on the nightstand and another one on the coffee table.
"I'm going back to Brooks. Your mother still hasn't turned up, and my men are searching for her. When you leave here, Jessica, I don't want to see you again – not in Brooks, not anywhere near my properties or my family. Take this money, get yourself sorted, and start a new life elsewhere, perhaps. But understand this, if your mother doesn't show up, my men will come after you and bring you to me. Pray that I find your mother unharmed," he stated before getting up.
"Victor!" I cried out, desperately trying to stop him. He paused briefly, his hand on the doorknob. "That's it?! After all these years, that's all I get?" I questioned, my emotions overwhelming me.
"That very sentiment, little Jess, is why I'm leaving you alive and not in a body bag," he said, his voice raspy, and then he walked away.
"Don't you dare leave me, Victor! Please, Victor, no! Stop!" I pleaded, feeling my heart breaking into pieces. "I don't hate you, baby, I lied. I love you!" I screamed, hoping my words would make him reconsider. But he didn't stop.
The soft click of the door closing behind him shattered whatever remaining sanity I had left, leaving me feeling utterly broken and alone. Overwhelmed with despair, I sat on the bed, rocking back and forth, my arms wrapped tightly around my folded legs. Victor had walked away, leaving me behind - forever. I have nothing to lose now.