1.
It was yet another sleepless night. I was staring at my bedroom ceiling with my stomach tied into a knot. A glance at my phone told me there are exactly 47 minutes until the alarm. I dreaded that moment.
10 hours of slaving away at a restaurant, taking insults with a smile on my face, and dodging calls from debt collectors. The rent is due on Friday. I need good tips to have it paid. I started to feel nauseous. It was not uncommon these days. I would often feel the need to vomit after my morning coffee. I closed my eyes for a minute and the alarm started drilling into my brain. Dear God, why?
I was still half asleep when I opened the bathroom door. In the bright, pale mirror light I was looking rather ghastly. I could use a glow-up day at the spa. Christ, I’d kill for it. I examined my slightly swollen eyes with heavy, dark circles, brownish roots on my platinum-blond hair, and dry skin. I was angry at myself for having to waste away my beauty.
Because there was a beautiful woman underneath all this tiredness and dehydration. I looked carefully at my face. I have a pretty, oval face with curious blue eyes, a tiny nose, plump lips, and a fair condition. Paired with long and wavy black hair it gives me a rather innocent, Disney-princess look. My body, though – I know that it doesn’t bring out virtuous thoughts, in men at least. I’m petite, bordering on the skinny, except for my breasts. It’s a mystery, how a woman this skinny happened to grow a pair of tits that are so shapely.
I sat down on a toilet and looked at the wall silently. 8:25 am. I have 15 minutes to leave if I want to make it in time.
The day was finally over. I was sort and sweaty when I grabbed my jacket and left the restaurant. It was dark outside. The area I lived in was far from safe. I always carried a pocket knife, but I knew very well that it won’t do much if someone was to attack me.
After I took a turn into an empty and dim-lighted street, like I do every day, I noticed a car that was following me. The driver slowed down and pursued me, apparently wanting to intimidate me. My heart started racing and I could hear the blood pumping in my veins. The car followed me for a minute or two until a window finally opened. I heard a whistling and disgusting laughter.
━ What an ass! Need a lift babe?
I peeked over my shoulder. I recognized two sleazy men in the car. They spend the whole evening
in my restaurant. Bastards must have waited for me to finish my shift. They both looked like drug
dealers, huge and covered in tattoos. I ignored them and continued to walk, but I was on the verge
of fainting.
━ I won’t repeat twice, little slut! Get in or I’ll stop being polite.
I bit my lip and kept going forward, but I could not hold tears anymore. Then, I heard one of them
getting out of the car. In less than a blink of an eye, I felt a damp cloth against my face.
2.
I woke up in a dark cellar lying on a dirty mattress. My hands were tied on my back and my pants were pulled down. The pain was unbearable. It radiated, pulsating from my pussy, which felt as if it was torn apart. I could feel something disgusting and sticky dripping from down there. I felt
paralyzed and it took me a good few minutes to be able to move even an inch.
As soon as I made a move, I felt an excruciating pain in every bone of my body. Christ, what have they done to me? I
noticed that the pain didn’t originate only from my pussy. My asshole was sore as well. It felt loose and sticky.
Suddenly I started coughing. My lips were swollen and hurt. I realized I couldn’t breathe properly, as there was so much fluid in my mouth and throat. It tasted like blood and cum. I slowly lifted my head and looked around. It was a damp and cold room, with no windows with walls covered in all
kinds of mold and filth. The only piece of furniture, if you can call it that, was the mattress I was lying on. It stank like a dead animal. I gathered all the willpower I had left and raised my head a little bit higher. I looked down at my body.
As I saw what they turned me into, the suffering that was already intolerable increased tenfold. I was covered in bruises, cuts, and scratches. My breasts turned black and blue and one of them was pierced with a long needle. I was bleeding from my intimate area, but I could not tell if it was pussy or anus, perhaps both.
I started crying frantically, and apparently that reminded my perpetrators about their prey. I heard footsteps on the corridor and my heart stopped for a second.
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