❥ heart of gold ➛Van Dijk

⁶ | you don't know the half of the abuse

warning: mature theme / graphic content ahead
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I sat in my office, the warm sun of Madrid was blending me through the window.
It was already a busy day and we were all looking ahead to the next La Liga game. Sadly, we lost the previous game but the players were out, training and hoping to fulfill a win in the next match.

I was writing down new prescriptions from the programme of my laptop that I needed to order for the players.

I jumped hard at the sound of my door getting smashed in the hinge.
Frightened, I looked up but found myself at ease after two players stood in front of me which I knew too well.
"Wow, you guys really scared me. Is there anything wrong? Do you need anything?" I wanted to know and laughed at myself being that scared.
But my laughter soon ended as the two players came closer to my desk. Without saying anything, they just looked at me, making me uncomfortable.

"Uhm..guys?" I sensed that something felt oddly wrong and I put my pen aside before standing up.

The Spaniard took a few steps back, locking the door.

"What.... What's wrong, I..I.." I stuttered confused, beginning to panick internally.

"We actually do need something"
The Portuguese said, looking to the other one and made a step towards me. It resulted in me making a step back.

"I have enough time to help you both today, so it may be better if -"

"But we don't have enough time, querida" I was cut off by him basically spitting those words at me. I was sbocked by his behavior.

"Listen, keep quiet now and we'll promise it won't hurt that much". The spanish one laughed now in a mocking manner and began to grip my wrists.

"Stop, don't touch me, please, stop.." I begged, panicking and kicking the two in front of me as they were dragging me away from my desk.

"Hm... Let's see what's hiding under this coat". I felt the breath of the Portuguese down my neck and shivered in disgust.
Tears were welling up in my eyes as I realised what they were planning.
They will rape me.

"No, no, no please stop, please..no.." I cried, my wrists in a hard grip of the spanish one as the other one began undressing me.
"No...I don't want this, please, please ... Let me go please"

The Spaniard ripped of my T-shirt and clasped off my bra soon after and I winced. The cold air hit my skin immediately.
"So innocent...look how adorable our little doctor is" he said.
I felt degraded and ashamed of myself.
I tried wiggling myself free, kicking and screaming for help. The tears were streaming down my face now.
Nothing was helping.

"You won't shut up now, huh? I need to keep your mouth shut if you don't obey, little puta" He hissed and gripped my jaw so I was forced to look at him. He clamped his palm over my mouth.
I was shaking my head like a maniac, trying to get his hand off my mouth but the chances aren't with me since he's a strong person. My heart was beating crazily and my throat was sore from shouting and crying.

I felt how the older one took off my jeans and I cried and sobbed louder. I never felt so humiliated in my life.
I just closed my eyes, I didn't want to see what's happening to me.
My crying intensified when I felt him sliding off my underpants. I was fully exposed now and I felt like I lost all my dignity. I was a shaking, sobbing and crying mess but nobody of them seemed bothered. The younger one was gripping my wrists so brutal that I'll surely have bruises after.