THE TALE OF SARAH

Chapter Eight

Warning: Mature Content.

Still smirking, he walked through the dining room to the kitchen. At this moment, he was ecstatic. He noiselessly approached Sarah, where she was standing, washing the dishes.

Everything could begin here.

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Meanwhile, Sarah was still in her own thoughts. Her thoughts had been shifting from one to another. As she placed the last plate which had been washed under the running water to be rinsed, she was thinking about how good life had been recently. Her light brown skin, which had started to pale, prior to her arrival, had started to lighten again, due to....

Her thoughts were been cut off as she felt arms go around her waist, and up to her chest, back to her waist, and down to her hips. She felt something heavy on her right shoulder and she could feel the contact with someone's skin, and hot breaths fanning her skin.

She froze.

Her eyes widened in fear, as she realized that Hamad was behind her. She knew from his scent. The scent of his room which she had perceived when she was in his room stocking his mini fridge.

A lump formed in her throat.

Beads of sweat cascaded down her back.

She started trembling.

Her breathing became uneven.

"Hello sweetie." Hamad murmured between the kisses he placed on her shoulders and neck.

When did she become sweetie?

She had never felt like this before.

Meanwhile, Hamad was having a good time. He kept touching her in different inappropriate places.

Tears fell down her face.

Her heart was beating furiously.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She started sobbing.

She had to do something. To say something.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Sir please, please," She said between her sobs, "leave me alone. Please don't." She put the now rinsed plate aside and tried to shrug free. But he was stronger than her.

"Hmm." Hamad hummed in reply.

She got a hold of his hands, from where they were over her chest and tried to removed them.

She swallowed between her sobs.

They were firmly fixed.

"Sir, please stop. Let go, please." She pleaded again.

Fortunately for her, Hamad had been satisfied enough for a first time. "I'll let you go this time sweetie, but next time, hmm, don't expect it."

With that he let go and walked out of the kitchen, satisfied.

And she waited until he was out of sight, before she ran out of the main building on wobbly legs, heart beating furiously.

No guy had ever touched her before.

What had just happened?

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"Tell me, what happened again?" Yusra said amusingly. She had been trying to control her laughter before, but now, she couldn't just do it anymore.