MANCHESTER | Jesse Lingard

Chapter 7

Zara

I could feel unimaginable pain on each and every part of my body. I felt tired, weak and just defeated, I couldn't even move. Somehow though, I managed to get the strength and opened my eyes. That was when I realized that I was tied up to a chair in a dark room, as I looked around, I saw 10 other girls carelessly laying on the cold cement floors with barely any clothes on, blood and wounds adorned their bodies like accessories as they laid on the floor almost lifeless, probably not even knowing where they were.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the old brown mahogany doors were bursted upon, making me jump out of fear. Three huge, muscly men walked in, two of them were masked while one didn't bother to cover his face.

"Untie her" the unmasked one, who I think is the boss, ordered the other two in our native Arabic language. They nodded and immediately headed towards me to do as they were told to.

Within seconds, I was free. The two men grabbed both of my arms and lifted me up, making me cry out of excruciating pain before the threw me right In front of their boss, who knelt down to my height and held my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his disgusting blue eyes.

"Your poor pathetic family have refused to pay the little ransom i asked for. I'm supposed to kill you, but I won't let my time go to waste for nothing, long story short, YOU are mine now!" His voice was low and dangerous.

I didn't get a chance to say anything as he grabbed my long silky black hair and started dragging my weak body on the cement floor. He dragged me all the way out of that room to another one that smelled like cigarettes and local beer. He harshly threw me somewhere on the floor and began taking his belt and trousers off. Seeing that, I attempted to run but he grabbed me back in the next minute and beat the hell out of me with his old leather belt, he beat me up till he was sure that I couldn't move anymore before he got back to what he was doing.

I just couldn't believe it. I was about to lose my virginity to a thug, I was about to be raped but I can't do anything about it, I can't even scream for help. All those thoughts vanished when I felt the intense, excruciating pain that was making its presence knows in my abdomen. The moment he started stroking, I let out a loud scream, trying everything I could to break out of his hold. I wasn't wet for him. I was not turned on. I didn't want him. But he forced himself in by the only way possible, making me bleed. As every drop of blood was lost, I felt it in my soul. I felt everything, and it killed me to know that I can't do anything about it.

After over 30 minutes of me crying and screaming while he has a time of his life, He pulled out and flipped me over.

"Time to treat you like the dog you are!"

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"Nooooooooo! Please stop! Please!" I yelled out as loud as I cloud in Arabic, and that was when I came back to my senses. I shot up immediately from the bed while panting like an English bulldog as small beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I looked around slowly and let out a soft sigh, mentally thanking god that it was just a nightmare.

But...it felt so real. Everything felt so real. As I I was taken back to the moment. The pain, the blood, the wounds, the naked female bodies on the floor, the smell of cigarettes and tobacco, the feeling of the old leather belt hitting my skin every second, the pain when he forced himself into me, the blood I lost. Everything. Everything felt so real. As if I was taken right back into the moment.