Ravished by Desire

Chapter 15 Knees Bleeding

“Because when I get aroused, I do whatever and whoever I find,” Faren said shamelessly. His despicableness was beyond words.

As I looked at Faren’s sly expression, I felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. Faren looked at me with a mocking raise of his eyebrows while continuing to drink beer. He had nearly finished an entire pack of beer by himself. He seemed slightly drunk but not completely inebriated yet.

His thick hands were still under my blouse, groping my breasts. He was squeezing my n*****s with his fingertips, making them hard. I stood there completely indifferent to his blatant s****l harassment. I let him do what he wanted because someone like Faren would take what he wanted without caring about others.

“You…” I met his sharp gaze after a long silence.

“Can’t you leave my friend alone?” I asked, my voice trembling, almost whispering. It was hard to understand what Faren was thinking from his eyes. I didn’t know if he would really do what he said.

I feared that he would do the same things to Irene as he did to me. For someone as heartless as Faren, there were no limits. He was someone who could take any risk. I was worried that Irene, who didn’t protect herself well, might suffer like I did. I didn’t want my friend to endure the hellish torment I went through. Faren didn’t care about anyone, not even his friends. He only thought of himself.

“It depends on how much you can endure tonight,” Faren said, his face close enough for me to smell the alcohol on his breath.

“And are you willing to do anything for your friend?” Faren asked, looking drunk.

“I will,” I said without hesitation because Irene was my only and best friend.

“Anything?” he asked again.

“Yes!” I said, nodding.

“I have nothing left to lose,” I said, closing my eyes and almost whispering.

Faren didn’t answer. He finished the last beer and threw the can on the ground.

Now his hand was not only under my blouse but also reaching under my skirt. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath because he had removed my underwear during the car ride.

When Faren tried to lift my skirt, I grabbed his wrist.

“Here, in the middle of the racetrack?” I asked, my voice trembling. Even though there was no one around, it was an open area, and I felt uneasy.

“Right here,” Faren laughed. “I like a challenge,” he said.

He caressed my legs and moved around me.

“Thinking about you,” he said.

He tore and ripped the side of my skirt. I immediately covered my private parts with my hands. I flinched slightly but tried to remain silent.

…

In the silence and darkness of the racetrack, only the light from the luxury car’s headlights illuminated the bumpy road that had hosted countless races. The sinister smile on the devil’s face slowly disappeared as he licked his lips.

Faren unbuttoned the girl’s blouse one by one, while the cold winter wind caressed her bare skin.

Faren, as he had done countless times, easily unhooked the girl’s bra.

The blouse and black bra fell to the ground.

The girl covered her naked body with her arms, looking around with fearful eyes.

“Imagine the stands full of spectators,” Faren said, leaning on the girl’s shoulder. “And think of everyone watching us,” he said, pointing to the empty stands.

“Wouldn’t that be so much fun?” he said.

“No,” the girl whispered, speaking with a strange shiver from standing naked in a wide-open space.

“You’ll see how fun it is,” Faren said, blowing his breath into the girl’s ear.

He pushed the girl roughly to the ground.

“Ah!” the girl cried out, her knees hitting the ground painfully, but she tried to hide her pain.

“Move,” Faren said, lighting a cigarette.

The girl clenched her fists and started to crawl like a dog.

“Stop!” Faren said, smoking his cigarette and watching her.

The desperate girl stopped in the crawling position. She was completely naked.

The girl looked at the ground with tearful eyes.

“You have nothing left to lose,” she told herself, trying to be patient.

“You have nothing left to lose, Khıng,” she told herself. “You have nothing left to lose,” she repeated.

Faren, smoking his cigarette on the hood of his luxury car, kept his eyes locked on the girl’s naked body.

“Your ass turns me on more than my cigarette,” Faren said.

Faren knelt and gave the girl’s ass a hard slap.

“Ah!” the girl moaned.

Faren caressed her round buttocks with his hands, then tied her arms behind her back.

“What are you doing?” the girl asked, slightly scared.

Faren took off his belt and tied her wrists tightly.

“I’m tying you so you can’t escape,” he said.

“You’re hurting me!” the girl shouted. The belt was pressing on the wounds from the previous day.

“Why are you tying my hands? I won’t resist anyway!” the girl said fearfully.

“You won’t die,” Faren said.

He lowered his pants and took out his massive s****l organ, rubbing it against the girl’s tied hands.

He touched the girl’s soft buttocks.

“You should wear a condom,” the girl said anxiously.

“With you… it’s not necessary,” Faren said, touching the girl’s dry v****a.

Faren spread his saliva on his fingers and lubricated the girl’s v****a.

Before the girl could understand what was happening, Faren entered her roughly.

The pain and humiliation from the friction made her tears flow even more.