The Night

Prologue

This life is fucked up.
A whole big mess.
A life of lies.
All her eighteen years of life has been a lie.
A huge lie.
Utter lie!
And just when she found the truth....
They murdered those who could have led her to the utter truth.
Why...?
She screamed out so hard ignoring the stares from people.
The wind was cold and harsh...just as she was feeling within.
She sighs on reaching her destination.
The pub...
It didn't take her less than 5 minutes to get drunk...to get lost in her feelings, thoughts and worries.
Today was supposed to be the best day in her life.
Her eighteenth birthday...
But it's a day of misery
A day she will never forget
An open and formidable scar

She raised the glass of hard liquor to her lips, ready to drink....
But a hand snatched it away from her.
She wanted to scream so badly at the person but the moment she looked into the stranger's eyes she froze.
An unfamiliar face... of course a stranger.
A dark and domineering aura
A dangerous feeling
A face of the Greek God
You would think he was a direct offspring of Zeus the Greek king
And Right that moment you would think that the goddess of love, Aphrodite had graced them.
Right that night, in her weakest point, her most drunken state....
She found hope.
A sliver of hope, just from those ocean eyes.
She seems to be lost for even his touch arose something in her.
"It's enough" His voice was so thick and smooth in her rough night. It commanded her but it allowed her do what she refused to do...
Cry

Just like that she fell onto the stranger's shoulder and wept like a baby.
"Shhhh" he soothed her like a baby... caressing her so carefully... like a glass that will break.
Dare you, the stranger was as equally frightened for he understood not what was going on with him.
He's a ruthless man. Why is he being caring?
But he let him self in the moment.
With his flexible momentum, he carried her into his arms and took her to a place he never took a girl.
.
.
.
His home...his bed.
His aim was to let her sleep and get sober for the morning.
But it was a lost course... right from the beginning.
"Please" the girl cried sealing her lips with his.
It's like something snapped within the man.
He was trying hard to be in control but he has lost it.
Like a magnet he was pulled to her and the unwavering desire they both shared.
This an untold story from the beginning but right in that bed, they shared the genesis of their story.
Her skin was soft against his. So smooth....
Her breast were firm and nipples hard as he took them in his mouth
Her body was very sensitive
The high....
And her core was so wet and tight
His strokes were gentle but still hard for it was his nature
He questioned himself about what he was doing for he has never made love before but rather fucked like an animal.
But he let the thought away and focused on making love to the girl
Her eyes
The story it tells
Her lips
Her moans...
The way her face twitches with each stroke
How she arches her back
And how she was perfectly made
.....

It made him love her.
For the very first time.
And he feared.
He was to pull out but he didn't.
He came right inside her without even a second thought .
His soul and entire being desired it so he allowed his seed into her.
The blood...
He saw the blood

She was a virgin.

He had made a mistake.

Now he thought,
If he doesn't get rid of her, he'll end up destroying her.

The Night....