Rosila's heart was pounding in the big, dimly lit room, her eyes moving quickly around the strange space as she sat on the edge of a large four-poster bed. The room was a clear show of wealth, with its soft carpets, fancy wall hangings, and golden lights hanging from the ceiling, giving off a soft glow that did little to calm her busy thoughts.
The air felt thick, filled with the smell of unused candles and a faint hint of sandalwood. She pulled at the silk sheets, trying to cover her bare legs, but they slipped away, making her feel even more exposed.
Her mind was racing, trying to remember bits and pieces from the night before. How had she ended up here, in this rich but lonely prison? The man, whose name she couldn't quite remember, had been charming and smooth. She had met him at a masked ball, his eyes shining with a fire that had caught her attention.
He was tall and confident, and she had felt something under his gaze. But now, sitting in his mansion, she felt like a piece in a game she never agreed to join. The fancy walls around her seemed to close in, whispering secrets she was never supposed to hear.
The soft bed beneath her looked like the perfect place to rest, but to her, it felt like a bed of thorns. The velvet pillows were wet with her sweat and fear, standing out against the clean white bedsheets. She held tightly to the red silk of her blouse, which had come loose from her skirt. Her breathing became fast and shallow, her chest rising and falling as she tried to stop the tears from falling.
Her eyes landed on her lace undergarments lying on the floor — a cruel reminder of what had happened. The memory of his hands on her body made her shiver, and a wave of disgust and anger filled her.
He came closer to her like a silent hunter, his steps calm and smooth. His fingers were gentle as he started opening the buttons of her dress. Every move he made felt careful, like he knew exactly what he was doing and what it would make her feel. She still remembered how his warm breath touched her neck, how his teeth lightly scraped her ear. The whole room felt like it was spinning, and she had been too shocked to say anything, too frozen to move away.
His strong arms lifted her and placed her on the bed, and the softness beneath her felt more like a trap than comfort. She shut her eyes, wishing she was somewhere else, but she couldn't ignore his body on top of hers, his mouth claiming hers.
The rough cloth of his shirt rubbed against her skin as he moved aside the last pieces of her clothes. His hands touched her everywhere, leaving a burning feeling wherever they went. She gasped, her mind full of fear and a strange rush of emotions she didn't want to feel. The smell of his cologne mixed with something sharp—like fear hanging in the air.
His kisses turned more urgent, his tongue searching and forceful. Her hands curled into fists, grabbing the sheets tightly beneath her. She felt how hard he was against her, and that cold feeling spread through her whole body, sending a shiver down her spine.
With a deep growl, he had ripped her blouse off, leaving her breasts bare and open to his eyes. His teeth had lightly touched her nipples, sending strong feelings through her body, and she had bitten her lip to stop a small cry.
Her breasts were sensitive, the soft skin shaking under his touch, and she had felt disgust and hopelessness. His fingers were rough, pressing and grabbing, like he owned her body.
He had moved down her body, his mouth leaving a wet trail on her stomach. His teeth had lightly bitten her hipbones, and she felt the sharp rub of his beard against her thighs. He had pushed her legs apart, his eyes full of hunger and victory, and she felt the warm air of his breath against the soft pussy. Her body had reacted, even though she felt afraid, and she felt a warm wetness start to come out of her.
He had made a deep sound, the noise moving through her, as he put his face between her legs. His tongue was a wet and unwanted touch, tasting and playing, making her move without wanting to. She shut her eyes tightly, trying not to feel what was happening, but his touch was so strong it stayed in her mind even with her eyes closed, leaving behind the memory of his cruelty.
The feelings grew stronger, his tongue moving in circles and flicking, his fingers going inside her with rough skill. She had squeezed her thighs around his head, trying to get away, but he had held her still, his grip as strong as iron.
The sound of his wet kisses and moans filled the room, and she had felt her release building up. Her body lifted, her back bent, and she had shouted his name into the pillow, the sound soft under the cloth. The peak had been a mix of pain and deep pleasure, leaving her shaking and crying, her strength completely broken.
When he finally pulled away, she felt a short moment of relief, only for it to be replaced by the cold truth of what had just happened. He leaned over her, his eyes full of desire. He took off his own clothes, showing a strong body that seemed to laugh at how helpless she was.
The sight of his hard length filled her with fear, and she tried to move back, her legs shaking with effort. But he held her down, one hand on her chest, the other on her side, and she felt the full weight of his want as he placed himself between her legs.
The first thrust was a violent intrusion, tearing through her resistance with a force that made her eyes water. She had cried out, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls of the chamber.
The pain was a living, breathing entity, consuming her whole. Her nails dug into his back, not in passion but in a desperate attempt to push him away. He had chuckled, the sound deep and dark, and had whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his breath hot and sticky.
His rhythm grew more frenzied, each thrust a punishment for the way she had tempted him. The headboard banged against the wall in a steady rhythm. The silk sheets slid against her skin, sticky with their mingled sweat, and she wished she could sink into them, disappear from this nightmare. But his weight was an anchor, keeping her tethered to this moment of violation. The sounds of their bodies slapping together were obscene in the quiet of the room, and she felt the bile rise in her throat.
She was still lost in her thoughts when, all of a sudden, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps near the room. Her breath caught in her throat, frozen by the weight of fear. The echo of those footsteps seemed to strike in rhythm with her heartbeat, louder and louder with each step. Her body stiffened, blood turning to ice in her veins.
She wanted to get up… to run… but her body no longer held the strength. She was too drained, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her mind wasn't fully her own anymore—every thought came slowly, fogged by shock and confusion. Everything in front of her eyes kept going blurry, again and again, like her senses were slipping away.
She shut her eyes tightly, praying it was just her imagination… but the footsteps were now right outside the door.