Chapter 39| The Long Lost Daughter

*TRIGGER WARNING!

Sexual abuse ahead.

-If you have anxiety, it may trigger you or it may harm your mental health. I advise you kindly skip this chapter.

Thank you and keep sane. Mental health matters.

“Where are you going, huh?" my boss asked and laughed evilly. I cried badly. I didn't know what to do.

I screamed in horror when one of his guards held both of my hands, just to refrain me from punching them to escape. His companion hovered over me. He licked his lips devilishly while staring at my body. He looked like a crazy dog who wanted to take a bite.

"P-please! D-don't! Let me go..." I pleaded while tears were freely streaming on my face.

"Too late, Magda. It's unfair to Kenny if you're not going to receive a punishment, right?" he asked innocently and dragged his office chair near to the sofa where I am lying. He sat there and held his manhood. He started to masturbate.

I tried to withdraw my hands from the grip of the guard and I succeeded. I quickly punched the body guard's nose and he groaned in pain. I was about to escape but stopped when the other guard held my ankle. My body slapped pretty badly on the floor, most especially my head.

I held my head while my eyes shut tightly. It felt like my head was sliced in half in too much pain.

The guard started dragging my foot. I couldn't fight back or be able to kick the guard due to the indescribable pain I received in my head.

When we were in front of the sofa, he lifted me and laid me down like a soft pillow.

"Don't try to escape, Magda. You are just hurting yourself," my boss uttered. I could no longer look at him nor speak. My eyes were half-close due to the extreme pain I felt in my head. I didn't have any idea if it was bleeding or not. Tears kept streaming on my cheeks.

I screamed in shock when his guard ripped off my clothes.

I kept on begging them to let me go but I only earned a laugh from them.

I froze at the moment the guard touched my mountain slowly down to my womanhood. I immediately opened my eyes widely in horror.

"NOOO!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in desperation but, after a second, he successfully entered me. He started thrusting himself into mine. I cried like I was going to be insane and vomit when the other guard thrust himself at my other hole.

One thing is sure of, a soul in me breaks in this situation.

I stared blankly in the air. I could no longer think or respond to them. All that I could hear was a devil's laugh echoing inside my head coming from them. It looked like my sanity had been taken away from me. And felt like my soul is no longer inside my body.

I felt there was something inside of me tearing apart. I cried silently. My eyes were open but they seemed lifeless. I could no longer move. This situation weakened me. It looked like I surrendered from the fight.

I'll never win this time.

After a minute, they both stopped thrusting into my hole then my boss came over to me. He slowly touched my cheeks and smiled evilly.

"How was it, Magda? It is so good, right? Threesome!!!" he exclaimed in excitement and joy. I looked at him blankly while tears were flowing on my face.

"My turn."

I just felt there was another thing harshly entering inside me.

It was painful...so painful... He kept on thrusting faster and faster. His breath fanned my face. He groaned and moaned every time he thrust himself in and out.

"Arg! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he uttered repeatedly.

"So good! So good! Fuck!"

I heard the guards laughing at the side. I saw they were entertained watching me get devoured by the devil. They were touching their manhood. It looked like they are pleasured to see a prostitute like me used as a rag.

"Fuck! Turn around!"

He quickly turned me around, facing my back at him. He entered again inside of me and thrust himself at a fast pace.

"Ahhh! Shit!" He uttered angrily due to pleasure. He grabbed my hair tightly. I could no longer talk. This scene, I know to myself, this scene will haunt me forever. It will never be erased in my head.

I just stared blankly at the armrest of the sofa. My tears were flowing like a river but you couldn't hear a sound. You could no longer see any hint of expression on my face. My soul was already eaten by the demons.

"Ahh...Ahh..." He slowly stopped thrusting me. The grip on my hair slowly untightened. I felt him lean closer. His breath hit the back of my neck.

"What is this..." He suddenly whispered and touched the back of my neck.

I felt he took out his manhood in mine.

"What is this?!!!" He screamed angrily. I finally rested my body on the sofa. I just kept staring blankly at my boss who's his face was drawn in terror.

"What's on the back of your neck?!!!" He shouted angrily and took the vase place at the side then threw it against the wall with his full force. He looked like he was going to be insane.

"Where did you get your red birthmark?!!! Why does it look identical to mine?!!!!"

He roared in the four corners of the room. I saw the two guards get shocked at what they heard.

He quickly approached me and then grabbed my hair tightly. He leaned closer to my face.

"Who's your mother?" he asked in a whisper with a dangerous tone. I could no longer speak. I just looked at him blankly.

"DAMN IT! WHO’S YOUR MOTHER?!" he shouted then slapped my face pretty hard. I tasted something bitter on my tongue. I assumed it was blood.

He tightened his grip on my hair.

"Is your mother's name—" he stopped for a moment and gulped hard. This is the first time I saw our boss get tense.

"Alicia?" he asked.

A sad smile formed on my lips. I remembered the face of my mother in an instant after hearing her name again after a long time. My sweet mother. My mother has taken care of me since I was little. Who took care of me when I wasn't able to talk, walk, and can't stand alone. She took care of me and my siblings on her own feet. Since our father left us, my mother was always crying at night. But the bravest thing that she did, was she took care of us until her last breath.

I started to cry pretty badly. I slowly nodded my head to him as a response.

He immediately let go of my hair. He stood up and held his head. He was looking at me in horror. It looked like he did something horrible that he can't even imagine.

"AAAHHHH!!!" He screamed and cried insanely.

He punched the walls, throwing, and breaking the picture frame, and paintings decorating his walls, smashing the chair on his table, and reaping the papers. He destroys everything he could see while shouting and crying insanely.

He stopped destroying when he saw a gun on the floor. He quickly grabbed it and looked in my direction. His gaze shifted from me to the guard.

He laughed insanely and then pointed the gun.

Don't tell me... This man is my father?

I asked myself in disbelief when I realized something. I looked at him while tears streaming down my face.