Star is a shy 20 year old girl, she is educated and has a bright future, that is until the mafia king Roman Alnsour falls deeply in love with her and takes her to be his wife by force.
This story is extremely rated R, contains rape, violence and...
Months went by since that night in his office, he never spoke again about it and I never insisted on talking about it either.
Life simply continued, but my heart was broken, I had no fight left in me. He took everything from me and I felt helpless.
He has won.
I looked out our patio, the sun was bright and the weather was amazing. Summer was almost ending, I will miss it but I am excited for fall to come. I enrolled at the University near our home, they accepted me and I start soon. School will help me get my mind off things, I smiled to myself satisfied.
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What the fuck is this Star. I freeze with my back facing him, not wanting to face the conflict that's stirring up.
I hear the sound of his foot steps coming for me. He grabs my shoulder forcefully turning my body towards face him.
He is holding a letter in his hand, wh-what's wrong Roman?.
Why did I receive a acceptance letter with your name on it. Did I tell you it was ok to enroll in college!
Y-yes you did baby, remember in the car you said I could go back to school and finish up.
He grabbed my arm harshly pulling me in closer to him, he leaned down to get close to my ear. Ahh I moaned in pain.
How many times did I tell you, when you speak to me, call me Sir only. You lost your right to be my wife a long time ago, you are my whore.
Tears starting forming in my eyes, gliding down my cheeks like a water fountain. Don't say that Ro- S-sir. I-I love you why do you punish me like this, I am not your whore I'm your wife.
He roughly grabs a fist full of my hair dragging me to one of the sofas outside. Oww! He throws me onto the couch roughly causing me to wince in pain. He tears of my night gown, ripping the seem, expose my breasts. (I never had any underwear on me, he forces me to only wear gowns and dresses around the home).
I cover myself instinctively, but he forces my hands apart. Grabbing a mouthful of my left breast into his mouth, he bites and sucks harshly but soft enough to get me aroused. I stool their not fighting back, it was no use.
His eyes lock onto mine, as he hand grips my throat, slightly chocking me. Like I said you are my whore and I will play with your body however it pleases me.
Listen carefully, you will not go to college, I changed my mind after I realized I can't trust you from Running away from me.
No, You can trust me I swear, you can trust me sir. Please let me go to school, I beg you.
I begin to whimper and sob uncontrollably.
STOP crying, you are so weak and useless, all your good for is wetting my dick. He releases my throat. Go get yourself cleaned up, you look disgusting. He stormed out, I felt relief that he was gone. I covered my chest with what was left of my gown crying as waled inside to shower.
