The Mafia's Addiction

Raped.

Because of his statement, Amelia felt like shitting on her pants.

She was aware that the man exudes a cold and deadly aura, but she never expected him to pull out a gun in front of her.

Amelia became motionless as she raised her hands to the sky. "Si....sir." She stuttered as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

The rain had miraculously stopped, and a cold wind blew past, making Amelia shiver even more.

"I'm in... you're supposed to give me your body. Right now and right here." He declared with a cold voice as he continued to point his gun at Amelia.

Amelia can tell from the mysterious man's expression that he wasn't joking. 'What did I get myself into?' She questioned herself but was too afraid to answer it.

Amelia was too afraid to respond to the man's statement, so he used it as an opportunity to continue what he was saying. "Strip naked!"

Her eyes were wide open, staring at the man in disbelief.

Amelia would have found a way to flee from this mysterious young man if he wasn't with a gun, but since he was holding a gun, the best she could do was compose herself.

"Did you hear what I just said? Strip naked!"

His commanding tone startled her to the core. "I...I'm sorry but… I can't." Amelia sobs as she whispers to him.

He quickly removed his belt and slid his gun into his pocket.

Amelia remained motionless.

Every step the young man took towards her was echoed in Amelia's ear.

He moved as gracefully as a leopard. They moved as if dazzled by a lethal aura.

Finally!

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her back into the woods as he was now only a few inches away from her.

It was almost as if Amelia was compelled because she was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say, and her brain was struggling to process everything that was going on around her.

She let herself be dragged into the woods, and when the mysterious young man came to a halt, Amelia felt as if her senses had returned.

"I... I don't know who you are, sir, and... could you please let me go to my..."

"Stop talking!" He gave the order with complete authority.

"Please, halt! It's excruciatingly painful..." The mysterious young man abruptly cut Amelia off.

Amelia was unable to finish her sentence because he surprised her with an aggressive kiss.

He began kissing Amelia all over, making sure to give her boobs and neck hickeys as well.

Amelia attempted to push him away, but he was too powerful.

He tasted like puke.

He was attempting to exert control over himself, but his body was acting on its own.

Amelia tried to push him away, but the mysterious man had completely sealed her lips.

He sucked it in like an angry beast out of control, biting her lower lips with force.

As thunder rumbled across the sky, he pushed her to the wet floor with all his might.

Amelia shook her head sideways as she pleaded with him. "No, please... Please do not do this to me, sir." She begged with all her remaining strength.

He completely ignored her!

Amelia's gown was ripped in half by the mysterious young man as her small perfect breast and pants became visible to his eyes.

He scanned her as if she were prey.

'What did I do to earn this?' Amelia questioned herself in her head.

He drew his trouser down slightly as he drew out his d**k. He wanted to get rid of the s****l urge he was experiencing.

Amelia shook her head sideways, but the young man was too strong for her to push away.

"I'll… I'll make it quickly." He spoke in a stuttering tone.

The man sounded as if he was experiencing inward pain that only he was aware of. "But, sir, I do not..."

Amelia was unable to finish her sentence because she felt the man's hand on her pants.

He quickly removed her pants and frowned, staring at Amelia's private parts. "All I'll do is..."

Amelia didn't let him finish his sentence before biting his hands and pulling his flesh.

Blood could be seen in the young man's hand as a result of the bite she had given him.

The young man winced in pain, as he let go of Amelia, giving her the opportunity to flee.

The mysterious young man slammed his fist into Amelia's cheek before she could even get up from the floor.

'Bang'

He pinned her to the ground without warning, firmly holding her two hands in his left hand.

He holds his d**k with his right hand and exhales in pain before positioning his d**k to enter Amelia p***y.

"Arrrrhhhhhhh!" She screamed because the pain was too sharp for her.

The scream coming from Amelia's mouth didn't bother the young man. He let go of Amelia's hand as he extracted her breast from her bra.

The mysterious young man leant in close to her breast and began rocking his hips as he bit her tit.

Amelia was in excruciating pain as he dove in and out of her.

"Arrrghhh!" Amelia screamed and sobbed uncontrollably.

She had to dig her fist into the wet ground to find something to hold onto.

The young man didn't go easy on her, as if he'd been dying to have s*x with a lady for ages.

He treated Amelia like garbage.

She was a virgin, and whenever she heard of someone being raped and struggling mentally, she thought to herself, that could never be her.

Amelia had never imagined being raped in her wildest dreams.

Amelia had seen rape movies and believed that if the victim just let it happen and give the rapist what they wanted, which was no different than giving a robber what they wanted... the victim would become safe and could just think that it wasn't their fault that they were raped and forget about it as it was an accident.

She had always imagined a rape victim to be aggressive and loud in order to be rescued, but the reality was quite different.

Amelia was unprepared for the fact that humans have a complex range of emotions that are locked and hidden within them like boxes. She was feeling nothing but pain and self-recrimination right now.

Amelia felt as if she were slowly slipping out of control. She had completely lost track of herself.

She kept a semblance of safety by convincing herself that she wasn't scared. She pretended to be in command of her emotions. She doesn't want to fight it because doing so gives the rapist the impression that she was weak and terrified, and she doesn't want to appear scared.

Amelia felt like a helpless animal chained and led to slaughter.

There was a desperate desire to avoid admitting she was terrified.

She realized she was out of control at this point.

Amelia had no choice but to lie helpless and pathetically in front of him while he treated her like an animal.

She pretended that she was fine with her situation in order to feel less helpless.

She took a deep breath and focused on her only two options.

She appeared to be being swept away by a river in one direction, and her only option was to fight it, which was pointless because it was too powerful and would only exacerbate her anxiety.

Even though she desperately wanted to regain control, she chose to swim in the opposite direction so she could pretend to herself and the river that she was fine.

Amelia began to accept it. She pretended in her mind that she wanted it and was not ashamed of it.

The mysterious young man was darting in and out of her body at breakneck speed.

Amelia continues to arch her back as he treats her badly.

He eventually stopped thrusting in and out of her as he paused to look at Amelia's face.

Amelia could tell from the young man's expression that he was in pain.

She doesn't understand why her rapist would be in pain while doing what he sees fit with her.

The young man sealed Amelia's lips for a rough kiss.

Amelia's entire lips were bathed in his saliva, and as he bit her lower lips, hot tears streamed down from her eyes.

Amelia detected and tasted the pungent odor of lynx combined with cannabis.

She struggled to hide her disdain because she needed to get over what was going on.

She lacked bravery and fortitude, as well as the strength to resist his muscles and lust.

The mysterious young man continued to kiss Amelia, almost as if he intended for her to run out of air.

He dipped his d**k into her p***y without warning, and Amelia felt a needle-like pain.

It was almost as if the young man intended to shift her womb from its original position with his d**k.

The young man was an absolute monster.

He has the authority to take whatever he wants and treat her however he sees fit. Amelia was his domain, so he fixed his gaze on her.

As he touched her, he exploited her body and murdered her spirit.

To him, Amelia's tears were like water, and her body was an object. He made her feel like tissue paper, which you use once and then discard.

Every moment of Amelia's life, she felt loved, cared for, and special... but it was all erased as this person stripped her of all humanity.

This enigmatic stranger reduces her to a body with no rights, no life experience, no autonomy, and no worth.

He had turned his worthless opinion of her into her worthless opinion of herself. He had become the mirror in which Amelia saw herself.

She had put her trust in Thomas and assumed he cared about her (in some way). It's unfortunate that her trust was shattered by some small-minded, worthless man.

Amelia's coursed the day she was born, while she was being f****d by a stranger.

The deeper he thrust into her, the more her hips arched in pain.

Amelia bit her lower lip as another stream of tears fell from her eyes.

The young man pulled his d**k away from Amelia's p***y, and she thought he was done, but the young man stuck his dirty p***s into her v****a, rubbing it for a long time before stopping and thrusting into Amelia again.

He ruined her.

After he had successfully satisfied himself, he kissed Amelia one last time before pulling away from her, looking pale and hurt.

Amelia, on the other hand, was left broken, ashamed, disgusted, and slutty.

She felt empty, as if her soul had left her body entirely.

The blood, c*m, and saliva on the floor were mixing with the dirt from the ground.

Amelia was abandoned, cold, hurt, and with c*m leaking from her v****a.

As he picked up Amelia's bra and panty, the mysterious young man rose from the floor.

He assisted her in putting them on, but Amelia did not move.

It was pointless for her to flinch because he had already used her.

The young man sighed and approached Amelia.

He was speaking to Amelia intently, but she couldn't understand a word he said.

She was shattered.

She cried for a long time, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Amelia was a hopeless case.

She was perplexed as to why he had slept with her.

'What have I done to deserve this? Why me? Why is this so? 'Did the universe despise me so much that it becomes so cruel to me?' Amelia wondered.

She was defeated and filthy.

He raped her in a dirt place and took her virginity, which was her pride.

He had taken the last thing she was sure of, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, Amelia suddenly felt a strong desire to exact revenge on him.

She quickly rose from the floor, but as she took a few steps, she stepped on a hard object.

It was the gun belonging to the enigmatic stranger.

The gun had apparently fallen out of the stranger's pocket while he was walking back to his car.

She quickly grabbed the gun and dashed towards the man's car, which was still parked by the side of the road.

Amelia extended her hands and immediately pulled the trigger.

'Bang'