The Billionaire's Sex Slave

He will pay for this

I can’t count how many of them hold my body. I don’t know how many of them enter my body hole. I never thought because at these times I was so helpless. They did everything for me. They desecrated my body. But I had nothing to reach.

“MOVE YOUR HIPS, MISS! YOU ARE SEXY!” The man slapped my ass while he doggy-style on me. No tears came out of my eyes. My heart became cold. I couldn’t see their faces because of the dark alley. The clothes I was wearing were torn. My knee hurts too because they’ve been like this for almost two hours.

“How can I enjoy it if you just focus on the dick that enters your p*ssy? What about your mouth?” The guy in front slapped me hard, but I did not move my mouth even though his dick was already in my mouth.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! Man! Looked at the woman we picked up. Not even crying, moaning, or shouting. Do you seem to like what we do?” The third man who was just standing while masturbating yanked my face. He squeezed my cheeks tightly and his fingers were already digging into my cheek.

Lord, if this is your way for me to know where the purpose of my life is. Don’t just show me the direction. I don’t know why of all the bad people in the world, why do I have to feel this way? Why does heaven seem to be punishing me?

I don’t know when they ended up disgusting me. As far as I know, the sun is peeking out. I didn’t get up; I let my body lie down in the smelly and dirty alley. When they left, I just let out all the anger. I cried in anger and pain. But even if tears flow, resentment will never go away. I thought it was time for me to die of the agony, but no ...

I woke up in a cold room. As I rolled my eyes around, I saw Stanley sleeping on the side of the hospital bed. He was bowing over so I could not see his face. How did he find me? I could not move

my hand due to extreme weakness. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t. Even though I wanted to call him, nothing came out of my mouth. All I could do was open my mouth. Even the air does not come out.

When I raised my finger, I woke him up. Because maybe the room was quiet and he was leaning on the bed, he felt even just a simple movement. He looked tired and still drowsy, but when he saw me awake, earlier, he got up from his seat. The chair rang loudly as he wondered what to do. Whether he would take the food that was on the hospital side table or ring the object attached to the wall to notify the nurses. If maybe it was still the same as before, I might have laughed. But now I feel nothing. I think my heart turned to stone.

“Why am I here?” My voice finally comes out. My throat was very dry earlier but even after speaking it was still shaky. Hoarse and unrecognizable voice. I also want to ask for water because I can no longer remember when I last drank.

“Suddenly someone called me. They said they saw my calling card in the suitcase you were carrying. They apologize that they suddenly opened your luggage and rummage about your belongings.” He is now taking water and giving it to me. I quickly swallowed it and signaled for another one.

“Oh ... Right.” I lay down again and peeked at the glass wall. I stopped looking at him because he was on the left side while the glass wall was on the right. Right ... Even though I don’t want to worry about what happened, it still comes back to my memory. Even losing consciousness, I pulled so hard the dextrose that had stuck in me I didn’t know what for. Because it looked like a private room, I immediately saw the bathroom.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He walked quickly to the right place to stop me but I pushed him even though I didn’t have any force. He also didn’t stop me from doing what I was going to do. I immediately went to the bathroom and saw the shower.

Although the bathroom is small, it has a shower. I open the shower and then sat on the floor. Even though I was still wearing hospital cloth, I didn’t care anymore. When Stanley realized what I was going to do, he couldn’t speak. Even he was pitifully looking at me. I sniffed, then felt the cold flow of water. He squats in front of me. He hugged me tightly and his clothes were already wet. There I wept aloud. It seems like I haven’t cried for a year because of that power. The intensity of my crying became more dominant because it echoed in the bathroom.

“I don’t know why he punishes me like this. I don’t want to question his plan for me, but why me?” I don’t want to blame God, but anyone who gets into my situation will question his ability. I punched Stanley in the back as he hugged me. I couldn’t help but hurt him and punch his body because he was blocking me. I could not do it with mine. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

He didn’t say a word, but I continued as I remembered what the man said I thought would stay by my side. “And ... he said, I will never experience the things I experienced ... but why? Why did he throw me ...” The air stuck in my throat so I could hardly breathe. To add more, the cold water.

“Ssshhh.” That was all he could say.

“He will pay for this. They will.” I bitterly glared at the wall.