Episode 7

VALENTINA SIERRA...

This idiot left me locked up here. I have total freedom to move around the house, but I can't leave unless it's to go to the garden, which is a closed and guarded place. Damn my bad luck.

The worst part is what he told me, my parents sold me, and that's why he wants to go through with the wedding. But why? Did they threaten him in any way?

This day couldn't get any worse. My body hurts, my head feels like it could explode from thinking about this terrible situation. But why? I feel like there must be a reasonable explanation for all of this. It was supposed to be last night that I would lose my virginity to Ivan, but I woke up in the devil's bed. Now not only does his uncle hate me for it and think I'm an opportunist after his money, but why would I want his money when my parents also have money? I don't have financial needs.

I searched the house for my bag, and an employee gave it to me. I checked it, and everything was inside, nothing was missing. My phone still had battery, which was a good thing, but it also had many notifications.

There were missed calls from Ivan, from my parents, from my siblings. Then there were many messages that were nothing more than insults, and even a photo on a social network from an anonymous account titled "Anonymus Enemy". I could see myself sleeping next to this man, with his body marked in a way that obviously he didn't do it himself.

The insults are numerous, as well as the mockery. They call me so many names that I can't even count on my fingers and toes. I'm nothing more than a whore who cheated on her boyfriend with none other than his uncle. Now, how will I go to university? How will I live my life like this? My image is destroyed, I'm worse than scum here, and I can't do anything to change that.

I thought someone would help me, but only my friends seem to believe in me because even my own family turned their backs on me.

I know that crying won't solve anything, but I can't bear this sadness anymore. I did everything right in my life just to end up like this.

"Where was my bag?" I asked the middle-aged woman who handed me my bag, holding my head with both hands, trying to alleviate the pain.

"Miss, it was in the room," I found it difficult to hear her, and I saw her approaching until I felt nothing anymore.

I woke up several hours later judging by the darkness here. I thought maybe it was all a nightmare, but I'm not home, and I'm wearing clothes that aren't mine.

I have a tube connected to my hand, and my head hurts, as does everything else. I don't think for a minute and I pull out the tube. It hurt, but I don't care, I have to get out of here. I'll leave, even if it means living under a bridge, but I can't stay in this place.

"I wouldn't go anywhere if I were you," I see Dorian coming out of the bathroom, as intimidating as ever.

I try to open the door, but he grabs me, and where he grabs me, even if he does it without much force, it hurts, and I can't help but let out a painful cry.

"LET ME GO!" I scream, causing my head to hurt even more.

"No. We need to talk," I don't know if it's a threat, an order, or what, but it scares me.

"I'm not going to talk to you, I hate you."

"Explain this to me," he throws my clothes at me, and my eyes fill with tears.

My bra has a torn strap, my blouse is destroyed, and my skirt broke and ripped in one part. It's the clothes I wore last night before my life was ruined, and I don't understand why they are like this.

"I don't understand, even if you don't believe me, I don't understand," I throw that clothes on the floor in frustration, seeing them causes me pain, and I want to understand, but I can't.

"Look at your arms, and this is a photo of your back," he points at me and then shows me the image where there are marks that look like fingers.

I look at my arms, and there are similar marks, and I don't know how they got there since yesterday when I left home, I didn't have anything.

"When I came here, I didn't have this," I point to my marks. "Why do you have that photo? What did you do to me?" I accuse him with fear.

"Do you have the audacity to think I would have allowed you to violate me like that? I don't sleep with unconscious people; whoever I sleep with doesn't forget me," I want to scream at him for being so vulgar, so cynical and wretched, but that thought strangely brings me peace. The fact that he didn't have his way with me in any form makes my heart ache just a little less.

I am trapped and can't escape. What happened to me? Who did this to me? What if someone drugged me and I ended up involved with this person?

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