Born a Criminal: Part Two

Chapter 3: Traumas

Ash's POV

I was 1000% enraged by what I saw in that dream, so once she fell asleep, I researched them one by one.

They all weren't humans. They were monsters.

She went through hell in those 7 months. I did kill them in her dream but sadly that's not in real life.

I don't get why they chose her to torture. She is the most innocent one of all the criminals.

But seeing her this traumatized by the word 'fighting' is just heartbreaking.

They broke my baby.

And they will pay for it.

I stroke her back as she slept against me. We were both still naked but I slowly put her in my button up shirt.

"Pretty baby." I whispered in her ear, making her smile in her sleep.

She then stretched herself as she crawled on my chest.

"Good morning." She spoke.

"Good morning, beauty." I spoke, kissing her.

She stroke my hair as she kissed me back. She softly pushed her region against mine, making me groan and smirk at her.

"Does my girl want her boyfriends cock in her, hm?" I asked her seducing in her ear as my member hardened near her.

"Yes." She spoke as I sat her down on me, my member entering her as she lightly flinched.

I helped her riding me as she kissed me, making me slide my tongue in her mouth.

She quickly got worn out but then I laid her on her belly, telling her to lay on my pillow as I took her from behind, pulling on her hair.

I thrusted deeply inside her as I hovered over her body, slowly lowering myself on her back. I groped her boobs as she moaned, making me give her hickeys as reward.

"We have to let you get used to our hours of sex again, baby." I grinned against her neck as I felt her heart rate go faster.

I felt she became tired of holding my weight on her so I released myself in her, getting off her and laying down beside her.

She hugged me tightly as she thought about her abuse, making me coo her, kissing her head softly.

"Would therapy maybe help you?" I asked her.

"Maybe?" She doubted.

"You know what? We'll discuss it with your parents when we get back, because it's something you love to do. And seeing those monsters traumatized you by trying to let you lie to yourself, you don't like to be attacked, which is something what your opponents will do, whether you like it or not, sweetheart. And I think you'll overcome your fear of it. I'm sure of it, you're so strong, baby." I spoke, hugging her, grabbing my phone as she looked at it.

I scrolled through my Instagram feed with the hashtag I followed: #sophiachief

"See my feed? Everyone especially your fandom keeps reposting your accomplishments which you made throughout the years, you are their 'hero'. They also make fan edits of us and some of your fans saw us here together again and it went viral. But back to the main point: You matter in the Crime World, baby. We believe in you, you are intelligent, confident and should not let anyone hurt you the way they did to you. I will fix that for you, if you keep believing in yourself." I spoke, kissing her as she smiled at me.

I knew it wouldn't be easy to regain her confidence, but if therapy wouldn't work for her, I could always get PureBloods, my dad or myself to hypnotize her, to let her forget her traumas.