Consequences

Chapter 41: Memories

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After I changed platforms, I've been really demotivated by how much the interactions with my readers have decreased. Initially, I used to upload several chapters a day and I used to be regular but barely seeing any comments has made me extremely demotivated. I even reached a stage where I just wanted to stop writing. But, I don't want to give up. So, I want to request everyone to interact with the chapters. Please vote and comment! It's the lack of interaction that demotivates me and hence I upload the chapters late. Your support means the world to me and your interactions are my only source of motivation. So, if y'all want quicker updates, PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! I promise if there are more interactions, I'll be more regular.

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Let's continue with the story now.

ARIANA'S POV:

My breath was struck and my body was shivering with fright. My eyes widened as I stared at the bullet hole in the bed, right beside where I was resting my head. I started panicking as my eyes shifted to Xander who was standing at the doorstep. His cold gaze was piercing through me. Then, my eyes shifted to the gun in his hand. I was petrified because this very moment made me realize the peril I was in. I swallowed hard as he walked towards me. My heart started to pound in my chest and my lungs stopped functioning. He sat close to me on the bed and leaned towards me. He grabbed my chin and brought his face close to me as he pointed his gun towards my stomach. His fingers were on the trigger. His grip on my chin loosened as he brought his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my face. Then, his hand moved towards my hair and he firmly pulled my hair backwards. I whimpered in pain. His lips brushed against mine and then, then slowly wandered around my neck.

"I told you to leave, didn't I?" he muttered.

I froze.

His gun was now buried into my stomach. I didn't know how to react. I was breathing heavily but my limbs felt paralyzed. I didn't dare to turn around. He immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. I was bewildered. His touches were rough and I had an ominous feeling about this moment.

Suddenly, I felt his hand under my shirt. His lips slowly moved towards the nape of my neck as his hands rushed to my breasts. He rubbed his fingers softly on my nipples which led me to let out a soft moan.

"You're so fuckable, Ariana," he whispered, "But you know, you're just worth being treated like a slut. Your worth is being used and then discarded like those used condoms I fucked you in."

My breath hitched. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My heart pounded in my chest. Each beat was a painful reminder of the fear that now consumed me. I was not only feeling devastated and disgruntled by his behavior but I was also terrified of the forthcoming.

Suddenly, he squeezed my breasts so hard that it started hurting and I groaned in pain.

"Did you really get raped? Because you're a fucking whore who's ready to spread her legs to manipulate others. Honestly, if you actually got raped, you probably deserved it. "

My eyes started watering. Not only because of the pain but because of what he was saying. I NEVER expected him to say THIS. It was unbelievable.

He let go of my breasts and grabbed something behind me. Suddenly, he pierced a piece of broken glass into the side of my waist. The sharp, unbearable, staggering pain made me scream. I was bleeding! The white top I was wearing was now stained with my blood. He stood up from my bed and didn't even care to remove the glass from my waist. I was wailing and screaming in pain!