---- 2_ The aftermath. Faith With a loud gasp, | startle awake in my bed. My arms and legs are free, which makes me wonder if the events of the night before were a nightmare or some alternate reality. If it's just a nightmare my mind has conjured up, why am | in so much pain? | don't have to wonder for long because as soon as my gaze falls on my wrists - | know it wasn't a dream. The ropes have left imprints, and instead of the restraints, there are bright purple bruises, proving how much of a reality it all was. As my mind slowly awakens, so does my body, and the aftermath of the night crashes over me. Everything hurts. Not just my wrists and ankles - my whole body hurts. ---- My mind tries to block out the events prior as the memories filter through like a grainy movie. Those snippets of the night before don't break me physically, they now took my soul for eternity. Sucking in breath hurts as it feels as if my heart has been shattered into a million sharp pieces. Slowly, | come to realise what I've lost. He took a part of me, a part so sacred that | know | would be forever haunted by those gruelling hours. Somehow that hurts more. Those aren't just physical scars. The type of scars that run deep, ingrained in my soul and imprinted in my memories. As | try to get out of bed, | hiss in pain. I'm sore. This isn't how | envisioned losing my virginity. The things that happened weren't supposed to happen at all. If my father has anything to do with this, I'll find a way to break free from his tyranny. Sure, some part of me still clings to the idea he ---- wouldn't betray me in such a vile way. However, even that hope is short-lived as pain reminds me of how naive my thoughts are. As if on cue, my bedroom door opens and my father walks in with a wide grin on his lips. He doesn't speak at first, just assesses the damage and nods approvingly. "Joe did you good. I'm proud of the boy, money well spent." My jaw drops as | gape at what he just announced. My imaginary silver lining of hope that he wouldn't commit such an atrocity is squashed like a bug right before my eyes. Any love | had left for this man who is supposed to protect me, love me, is now burned, and the ashes of anything that | thought might redeem my father float away in the wind. Has he lost his mind? Is this how a father treats his daughter? "What?" My voice is hoarse; my throat burns like someone poured acid down it. It must be because of all the crying | did while that ---- stranger had his way with me. | vaguely remember him hovering over me and whispering that the pain would go away, that | was doing such a good job for him. That | asked for it. He treated me as if I' some common whore and his doings were a simple business transaction - one, secretly enjoyed. His vile words just made the torment worse as | endured it. Nothing he whispered would stop the tears that burned into my flesh as they streamed down my cheeks. The barely audible words still echo in my head. The snippets of memories | can recall remind me of how much harder it was to endure the torment as the stranger, Joe apparently, kept whispering all those things. He reminded me | asked for it and shouldn't cry. But | cried. Holy Moon Goddess, it was all | could do at that point. "Didn't you figure it out by now? | paid the guy to get rid of your V-card. You're about to marry a Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!