Falling for you ×Ethan Torchio×

Don't

BEFORE YOU START READING. THIS PART CONTAINS R4PE. Don't read if  you feel uncomfortable.

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Exhaustion overwhelmed me as I fumbled to unlock the door. The key turned, but the door didn't budge. After a quick tug on the handle, it opened, sending chills down my spine. I was sure I had locked the door before heading to work. As I stepped inside, a man's voice greeted me.

"Hello there," he said with a lecherous grin. Recognition flooded my senses. This was the guy who had catcalled me and knocked on my door multiple times. Instinctively, I stepped back, ready to flee. But before I could escape, his hand caught my arm.

"What do you want?" I demanded, trying to sound brave.

"What do I want? Oh, kitty, you know what I want," he purred, reeking of alcohol.

My heart raced as he demanded that I undress. My mind raced with thoughts of escape, but I knew I had to play along. "No, please," I begged, "I'll give you my money, just please don't do this."

"How much do you have?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I have 5000 euros. They're in the drawer," I said, pointing nervously. "Thanks for the tip," he chuckled, his gaze returning to me. "But I still want you to get naked."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I knew I had to comply. As I undressed, he watched with glee.

"What a beautiful body we have here," he murmured, groping my breasts and between my legs. I wanted to scream, but I knew it would do me no good. I begged and pleaded with him to stop, but he was relentless.

He pushed me against the door and forced himself inside me, ignoring my tears and cries of pain.

When he was finished, he collected the money and left without another word. I lay there, shattered, feeling violated and used. The tears flowed freely as I contemplated what had just happened.

Naked and trembling, I sat before the bathroom door, slowly crawling inside until I was seated on the frigid tiles. Holding my phone, I texted my manager that I couldn't make it to work the next day, even though it was 3:37 am. "Ethan told me to call him if something happens," I whispered to myself. "If I don't, he'll be mad." I almost dialed his number but hesitated and instead lay down on the cold floor, my mind racing.

The next morning, I was still there, unable to sleep and feeling like a lifeless shell. Meanwhile, Ethan was waiting outside the café with David. He had promised to treat David to hot chocolate and was also eager to see me.

After waiting for an hour, a girl arrived and unlocked the café. Ethan asked her about me, but she didn't know who I was. She explained that she was filling in for her uncle and offered to ask him about me. Ethan declined and asked her to watch David while he went to check on me. He promised to pay her double to make David's hot chocolate.

Ethan drove to my apartment building and ran up the stairs to my unit. When he knocked on my door, he called out my name but received no answer. Fearing the worst, he entered and called out to me again. When he received no response, he searched the apartment until he found me lying naked on the bathroom floor, blood staining my thighs.

"Y/n?" Ethan's voice was filled with concern. "Please come in," I whispered, hoping that he could hear me. He entered the bathroom and saw me. He was horrified by what he saw but quickly composed himself.

"I need you, Ethan," I whispered as he touched my back. "I know, and I'm here," he assured me as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to my bed. "Who did this to you?" he asked, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. "Y/n," he said softly, drawing closer to me. "Is it okay if I hug you?"

Without hesitation, I leaped into his arms and wept. "I should have called you yesterday. I'm sorry. I promised I'd call if something happened, but I didn't. And I'm sorry that I'm naked in front of you."

"Don't worry, amo," Ethan said, holding me tightly. "I'm here to help you, and we're going through this together, okay? I won't let you down." He kissed my temple and then asked for my permission to find clothes for me and help me dress after he cleaned me up.

I nodded, and Ethan took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "The water is warm. Let me wash your legs first, okay?" he said, kissing my cheek before gently cleaning my thighs.

"Is it okay? Should I stop?" he asked.

"It's alright," I told him, feeling grateful to have him by my side.