Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Part 2

I woke up around noon the next day, my body feeling as if all my energy had been drained, and I couldn't sit up normally. Beyond just exhaustion, even the slightest movement caused a wave of pain to ripple through every part of my body, bringing tears to my eyes from the intensity, especially in the lower regions and my lower back.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, brightening the room without the need for lights. The beautiful sight before me left me awestruck; it had been so long since I had gazed upon those dancing sunbeams. Amidst my numerous worries and thoughts, I constantly felt weak and powerless against everything, finding solace only in the shadows to evade the things that terrified me.

I remained silent, gazing at the objects before me without any particular thoughts. I recalled someone saying once that in moments of helplessness and despair, one could recall joyful memories to bring about positivity. But I found that notion to be untrue. The truest sense of contentment during times of helplessness and despair was found in having no thoughts at all; my mind was as empty as a blank sheet of paper. Because I lacked any joyful or happy memories, every time I thought of Min, I felt guilt and vulnerability.

The man beside me was now awake, noticing my silence, and he chuckled, saying, "Have you been up for long?"

I nodded without responding. In Enzo's presence, I always felt an unusual tension. Enzo sat up and moved closer, as if to greet me with a morning kiss, but we had woken up too late, and our relationship was no longer what it used to be.

I pushed him away and irritably said, "That's enough, stay away from me."

Enzo was displeased with my attitude. He gripped my chin firmly, forcing me to accept his kiss despite my refusal and resistance.

After the kiss ended, he said, "You're not allowed to reject me. Otherwise, there won't be any gentleness left."

Last night, he had used a pleading tone, but after getting what he wanted, he was now ready to discard it. I wasn't surprised by his behavior, as when we were still married, he had always been like this with me. Back then, I used to think that I hadn't done well enough, but later I realized that regardless of my performance, he would always exhibit that dismissive attitude. From the beginning until now, he had never truly considered me his wife.

I quickly left the bed, not wanting to be close to him for another moment. "I want to go take a shower... let me go..."

I forcefully pushed his strong arms away from my waist, ignoring his discomfort, and walked away.

The sticky substance on my body made me feel nauseous, and the cloudy white fluid from my vagina trickled down my thighs with each step I took.

Enzo was lying on the bed, his eyes fixed on the liquid flowing out of me, and his lower part stiffened as he approached me from behind. I couldn't bear it any longer; I wanted to confront the perverted man who had forced me into this situation, but before I could turn around, he grabbed me tightly, preventing me from moving. As I was about to voice my anger, I felt his erect member pressing against the entrance of my vagina. I immediately felt fear and trembling, and I said:

"Hey... let go of me, get away from me quickly, back off..."

My entire body shivered in fear as I struggled vigorously and continued to curse.

"Get out of here, you're insane, completely insane, get away, you sick bastard...AAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Enzo paid no attention, forcefully thrusting his erect penis into my vagina, producing a sound. His large member entered my tight and warm vagina, and he tilted his head back to let out a deep, pleasurable breath. My vagina was once again invaded by his large and continuous thrusts, squeezing tightly around his hot, soft flesh.

Due to last night's excessive activities, my vaginal opening was sore and had turned reddish. When I woke up, I thought it might be torn, but now this perverted man was holding onto my body, acting like an animal, and thrusting into me wildly. I felt both pain and pleasure, but I was scared and unwilling to accept this.

"Last night you did so much, and yet you're still so tight inside, your vagina seems to want to suck me dry, it's so good. Flora, do you feel it? I want to be deep inside you..."

My body was much smaller than his, so when he held me tightly from behind, my feet couldn't even touch the ground. My body tensed up as I endured his strong and frightening thrusts. Unable to bear it, I repeatedly begged him to stop:

"Stop... AAA... please, stop... don't... please, quickly pull out, I can't take it... stop... please, stop..."

However, due to his forceful advances, I found myself unable to utter a complete sentence, my breath stuttering and speech difficult. Yet, when it came to Enzo's ears, he would claim that I was trying to entice and seduce him.

Early in the morning, the desires of men are often potent, and Enzo had not been satisfied since last night. He forcefully held onto me and engaged in frenzied lovemaking. He didn't give me a chance to escape his grasp. He engaged in wild, primal intercourse as if driven by an insatiable lust, despite having indulged in it numerous times the previous night. His relentless and crazed vigor frightened me to the point where I had to beg him to stop, but he wouldn't withdraw. He said, "Not enough, I want more. Rest assured, I will make your vagina consume plenty of semen for breakfast."

And so, we engaged in sexual activities throughout the night and into the morning, continuing into the afternoon, and of course, this was not of my own volition. Enzo always used the excuse of marital obligation to coerce me into these actions. He disregarded whatever I said and believed that my anger stemmed only from his previous words.

In Enzo's spacious room, we engaged in lovemaking in various places. He acted like a crazed addict of carnal pleasure. I was pushed to the point of unconsciousness by his relentless pace, but even in my unconscious state, Enzo continued. Engaging in sexual acts with an unconscious person seemed to provide him with a new kind of stimulation. From the sofa to the balcony, from the bed to the bathroom, all bore the marks of our encounter.