It was evening when Amara reached the city. She went towards the hostel where she will be living. After some formalities and other things she went to her room. The room which she got is already shared by two people and she is the third one to join them now.
Upon entering the room, she saw clothes lying on the floor carelessly, some stuff was thrown here and there. She winced looking at the condition of the room.
In the orphanage, she stayed with fifteen people but never has the condition of her room been this bad.
She saw two girls there doing their work.
"Hey guys" She said meekly and fiddled with the helm of her dress.
Both the girls got aware of the third person in the room and looked at her suspiciously.
"Who are you?" One of the girl asked, folding her hands on her chest.
"I am your new roommate." Amara revealed, looking at them nervously. She hopes that they both are friendly so that she can make them her friends.
"Ohh"
"Welcome to the room then" The girl smiled and so did the second girl.
Amara smiled seeing their friendly nature.
It's a good start. She made friends on the first day itself.
"I am Amara and you both?" She asked eagerly.
"I am Chloe-" The first girl replied, "-and she is Everly." She said pointing at the second girl.
"Err.. We are sorry for the condition of the room. I couldn't find my favourite dress and messed up everything." Everly said embarrassed.
"It's alright." Amara smiled.
"We will just make the room tidy. Till then you can sit on the couch?" Chloe said and immediately picked her bag from the single seater couch.
It took fifteen minutes for the girls to clean up everything.
"So, you are the new admission in the college right?" Everly asked.
Amara nodded. "Can you tell me something about the college?" She asked excitedly about the place where she will spend three years of her life.
It was her dream to get admission in this college for the last two years. She wanted to pursue a degree in Bachelors of Business Administration and this college is best for it in the entire country. Her excitement couldn't be explained in words but it could be seen in the way her eyes shine in happiness as she spoke about it.
"Sure" Everly smiled. "Firstly, this excitement will no longer be there till the end of the sixth semester. You will beg to change the college because of the pressure of studies, assignment, internship, group discussions, extra-curricular activities and many more things this college has."
"The only reason you will wish to stay here will be because of its reputation." Chloe said with a shrug.
Amara's smile flattered hearing them.
Is the pressure too much in college? She wondered.
"Ohh" She said.
"And another thing which you need to know is never trust anyone in the college. The boys there often get involved in unnecessary fights, bets about girls and much more worse things. So maintain a safe distance from them." Chloe told and she nodded.
"There's also one nightstand, hook-ups, friends with benefits kind of thing so I will suggest you to be away from such boys who indulge in such things, unless and until you wish to have some timepass and are not afraid of heartbreak of course." Everly told.
Amara nodded again.
"There are also people who are involved with drugs and gangs. Stay away from them too." Everly added further.
"I have a small doubt." Amara said with a small frown adoring her face. "If it's a reputed college then why does it have such types of activities? Why don't the authorities take action against such people?" She asked.
"Oh sweetheart, it's all about power and influence. Such things don't come out and even if it does, it is covered by the rich people. Besides, you will find such things in every other college out there." Chloe said.
Amara didn't know what to feel about it..
She came here because she thought this college is the best one out there but only the people from inside know about its dark reality.
"So, tell us something about yourself Amara." Everly asked and Amara nodded.
"I am an orphan-" She saw how they looked at her with a sympathetic gaze. "-don't feel sorry for me. Being an orphan is not as bad as you think. Of course there are many factors which we lack in our life but it doesn't mean we are any less happy." She said.
"We grew up in an environment where everyone supports each other, and we have many sisters and brothers whom we can call ours. We orphans have a big family." She extended her arm as much as she could and smiled cheerfully.
Everly and Chloe smiled at her but somewhere in the corner of their heart they still felt pity for her.
No matter what, one needs parents in their life. Life without them is hard and no one can deny it. The one who helps us in hard times are the blood relation only, not some other person. It doesn't matter how many fights we have with our parents or siblings, in the end they are the only ones who come for us.
Sure there are few exceptional cases but it's not the same every time. They could be wrong too but at the same time they can be right too.
"Ohh shit! I forgot to tell you about the most important thing!" Chloe said and Amara looked at her curiously.
"Don't ever cross paths with Killian and his friends. They are our seniors and it will be best if you never come in front of any of them." Chloe disclosed.
"Killian" Amara scrunched her nose. "He sounds like a forty year old uncle to me."
Everly and Chloe burst out laughing hearing her.
"You are amazing Amara" Everly said, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Amara smiled widely upon hearing her. They think she is amazing!
"Thank you"
"Well jokes apart. These are all the things you need to know about before starting college." Everly said.
***
Killian entered inside his house drunk. He had a party with his friends after he made sure to abort that bastard which was growing inside Scarlett's stomach.
Bitch thought she could carry his child inside her.
He still remembers her crying and pleading when he made her abort the child. He doesn't know if the child is his or not but he wanted to get rid of the problem which was growing in her stomach. He doesn't want his name to be associated with someone's filth. Who knows whose dirty blood must be running in that bastard which was growing in Scarlett's stomach.
She wasn't ready to abort the child and he had to threaten her again to get things done according to her favour. The doctor even refused to abort the baby once he get to know that the mother is not ready to abort it but one glare from him and the doctor did as he was told like a fucking chicken.
The woman who will receive the honour to carry his child will be beautiful, from a rich background, it doesn't matters if she is not as rich as him since there's no one who can suppress him in power and richness but she shouldn't be a fucking peasant either, and most importantly she should be a virgin.
He won't tolerate a woman who is not a virgin. It's a different thing to sleep with other girls who are not virgins but the woman who will become his wife and carry his child will be a virgin only. He won't accept a woman who is a fucking whore, spreading her legs for every men out there to get fucked like a bitch in heat.
His woman needs to be pure and innocent in every aspect. She shouldn't be in a relationship with anyone before him. He should be her first in every aspect.
Sure he sleeps with other girls but it's a different thing. He is a man and he can do anything. Men have needs and he is no different.
"What am I hearing Killian?" He heard his father shout as soon as he entered the house.
Fucking hell! He doesn't need another drama right now.
"What happened now?" He asked in frustration.
"Don't talk to me in that tone, young man! I am your father and I won't tolerate any disrespect towards me." His father said with a clenched jaw.
Killian closed his eyes to calm himself down. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked.
"Did you make a girl abort your child?" His father asked.
"I don't know if the child was mine or not." Killian said.
There was no emotion on his face as he said it. His eyes didn't show an ounce of regret for what he did. He made a mother abort her child and he doesn't feel anything about it.
"Why didn't you had a dna test before aborting the baby?! What if the child carries Sullivan's blood in it?" His father shouted in anger.
"You think I will let that whore of a girl give birth to my child?" Killian raised his voice.
"You should have thought that before knocking her up. You aborted a baby who could be our own blood!" His father snapped.
That child could be his potential grandchild and he or she was gone from the world even before it got the chance to breathe in the world.
Killian sighed. He could feel a headache forming and he wanted to get away from here.
"If that's all that you want to say then I will leave." He said coldy and left from there without giving his father a chance to say anything.
His father stood in his place and clenched his fist in anger. If it was someone else in Killian's place then the person would be dead by now but it was his son, his blood and he can't harm him.
And he won't let any harm come to his son either. He will destroy the person who dares to mess with his son.
***
One day later. Amara was getting ready. It was her first day in college and she was excited about it. She had Chloe and Everlywith her too but unfortunately they were her seniors by a year and thus she will be alone in her class. "Are you ready Amara?" Everlyasked. "Yes I am." Amara said and took her bag. "Great! Let's leave now. It's your first day in the college and we don't want to be late, do we?" Chloe asked and Amara shook her head in no. The college was at a walkable distance from their hostel and took about ten minutes to reach. The three girls left the hostel and after some time they reached the college. "We should now leave for our class Amara." Chloe said and Amara nodded. "Wait!" Amara stopped them. "I don't know where my class is. Can you show me the way to my class?" She asked them. It's her first day in her college and thus she doesn't know much about its structure. "Of course." Chloe said. They both took her to the second floor and stood in front of
Tik tok. Tik tok. Tik tok. Time was passing by and there was utter silence. The only sound which could be heard was the ticking of the clock. The silence was haunting and terrifying.Nathaniel, Aiden, Derek, Richard and Hayden stared at Killian in concern. He wasn't saying anything nor doing something to express his anger. It's not the Killian they know. The Killian whom they know would have broken all the things in anger. Killian was sitting on the chair, staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face. He was calm, too calm to be true. His friends knew what it indicated. It was the calmness before the storm. "Killian, are you seriously going to leave that bitch who slapped you?" Aiden asked. He was angry that a roadside orphan dared to slap his friend, his very own friend who is untouchable. "Don't forget you are the same Killian who beat the shit out of a boy who dared to raise his eyes at you. You can't let that orphan bitch get away after slapping you. You need to te
"Amara, why are you so silent?" Chloe for the tenth time.Chloe and Everly had returned from college and they found that Amara had skipped her classes and came back to the hostel. They asked her what the issue was but Amara didn't tell them anything."It's nothing." Amara said having an internal debate whether to tell them about today's incident or not."Amara, we might have known each other for hardly two days but it doesn't mean you can't share things with us." Everly said in a friendly manner, hoping for her to open up to them."Yes, you can share with us what's troubling you. And if it is possible then we might even help you." Chloe said and Amara looked at her hesitantly."Killian" Amara said his name, even his name gave her chills. "I-I slapped him." She mumbled in a small voice. She wanted to go back in the past and warn herself to stay away from him, to stay in her class rather than going out."What?!" Both of them shouted at the same time."Tell me you are joking?" Everly sai
Revenge. It's a strong word, making hard feelings arise inside a person and make them blind with the need to crumble everything. It's a dangerous feeling but it becomes even more dangerous when the same feeling is felt by Killian Suvillian. Revenge doesn't just remain dangerous, it comes more messy and deadly, with the urge to destroy everything. Killian's eyes turned darker with every passing second, a storm was going on inside him and it would calm down only when he sees Amara in front of him, vulnerable and begging on her knees to spare her. But he won't. He will crush her beneath his shoes, strip her off her dignity and have his way with her. She won't dare to look at her image in the mirror after he is done with her. She will cry tears of blood, her heart would bleed and soul will shiver in terror when he will fuck her raw and brutally, till a point that her eyes will stop pouring tears and she would be nothing but a lifeless doll laying down at his feet, at his mercy. He b
Warning:- The chapter contains mature content and triggering concept. (18+) ______"You are going to bleed beneath me tonight, cry for mercy and plead me to leave you." He spoke in a low, dangerous tone, his words sent chills down her spine and dread filled her heart. Her mind became alert and she was terrified of the plans he had for her. He is an animal. Using all her strength, she pushed him away from her but he got aware of her action beforehand and twisted her hand behind her back. A cry escaped her when her hand started to hurt. "L-let me go!""You should have thought that before slapping me, fucking weak bitch. You had the chance to spend a night with me but you fucking rejected me, Killian Suvillian, and you will pay for it. I will show you your real place." He spatted in anger, twisting her hand in a tight grip and the next moment, he threw her on the bed. Amara screamed when his body hovered over her small one. She tried to kick him where the sun doesn't shine but he b
Warning :- Triggering and Rape scene ahead. Only for 18+.___"Fuck." Killan grunted as pounded inside her unconscious body again. He wrapped his hands around her fragile waist and pulled her closer to him, in a way that his cock was submerged deep inside her. He pulled out of her and thrusted inside her again, the wet sound of their skin hitting together echoed in the room. He clenched his jaw and thrusted inside her with great force, causing her body to jerk a little with the powerful thrusts. His balls slapped against her pusy lips, creating wet and dirty sounds. The room was filled with Killian's groans and grunts as he continued to satisfy himself from her. "N-no." Amara whispered unconscious, tears brimming her eyes as she felt pain down there. Killian paid no heed to her, not caring that he was forcing himself on her unconscious body. After five brutal rounds, he finally left her and pulled out of her. He looked at his cock which was carrying her blood, a mark of her innocen
The haunting silence surrounded Amara as she moved slightly, her eyes twitched and she felt pain all over her body. She parted her lips and slowly opened her eyes, getting in face with the dark room which witnessed her getting ruined. Her head hurted and her eyes burned when they took in the light of the room. A sob escaped her lips when she felt sharp pain between her legs. Tears formed in her eyes again. Her eyes felt weak and were burning because of the continuous crying. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged her legs, burying her face between her hands as she recalled how she was ripped off her dignity viciously. She was raped by Killian. She could still feel his touch on her skin, the way he forced her and had his way with her. She felt disgusted. More tears poured out of her eyes, her bruised face turned red and she looked around, her breathing fastening. She needed to get out of here, out of the eyes of that heartless monster. She looked at her clothes which wer
"But Master, a girl left from here two hours ago." Killian's eyes darkened in anger. "What the fuck you mean she left from there?! Fucking find her or else it will be your last day on the earth." He roared over the phone and cut the call in anger. "Fucking bastard! Good for nothing." He cursed the guard and went inside his car, driving away from there to his mansion. He needs to get his hands on Amara soon. The bitch will regret messing with him! He isn't concerned about her opening her mouth and telling everyone what he did with her. She can scream, cry and shout her misery all she wants but no one will do anything for her. They know better than to mess with Killian Suvillian, for he will ruin them to ashes. He knows there's nothing which can touch him. People fear the mere mention of his last name, their soul shivering in freight. Only a fool will dare to go against him and one who commits this mistake will not live to see the next sunrise. *** Amara took weak and trembl
Killian punched the bag with deadly force, each strike harder than the last. His fists slammed into the leather, knuckles turning raw and bloody, each blow fueled by a rage that seemed endless. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving as the darkness in his mind swallowed him whole. The more he hit, the fiercer the storm inside him raged. With each punch, he sought an escape, but the darkness never left. It only grew more intense.He punched the bag again, his jaw clenching as her memory surged in his mind once more. He remembered her with every breath, every passing moment, as if she had carved herself into the very core of his being. She wasn’t just a part of his life; she had become his entire life. And how could he ever live when the very life he knew had been taken away from him?One week.One week had passed since Amara walked away from his life, and not once did she look back. It was as if he was nothing more than a chapter in a book, one she was forced to endure be
One week.One excruciating week had passed since Amara tried to end her life, and Killian made the promise that tore him apart, to let her go. It hadn't been easy for him to say those words, let alone prepare himself to watch her walk away from him.He stood in front of the door, his hands buried deep in his pockets, watching her pack her things into the suitcase. Each movement she made felt like a dagger carving into his chest. He wanted to stop her. God, how he wanted to stop her. To drop to his knees and beg her to stay, to plead for one last chance to make things right. But he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve her. Not yet, not after the hell he had dragged her through. Amara was worth more than anything, and for the first time in his life, Killian understood what it meant to love someone selflessly. He wouldn’t hold her captive in a world of pain he had created. If letting her go was the first step toward earning her forgiveness, toward becoming the man she deserved, then he
Amara couldn’t bring herself to believe him. Deep down, she knew that no matter how much she wanted to, Killian Suvillian would never agree to her terms. He was a selfish man, someone who always took what he wanted, regardless of the cost or consequences. So why would he let her go simply because she’d tried to escape this life once and for all? He claimed to love her, but could his love really be so powerful, so deep, that he’d set her free without a second thought? Who was the real Killian? Was he the ruthless man she’d come to know since the day her life was torn apart, or was he this version now claiming he’d let her go? She couldn’t make sense of it. Everything was becoming suffocating, overwhelming, terrifying. Moments like these made her wonder if it would be easier to end her life than to keep living each day in fear. Then why did she hesitate when he offered to let her go? Perhaps, after all she’d endured, the promise of freedom felt too alluring to resist. She wanted
Trigger Warning: Attempt to Suicide ***If someone were to ask Killian where his world lay, he would show them the scene unfolding in front of him. Amara lay curled up on the bed, their daughter nestled in the crib, both in identical positions, breathing softly in unison. It was around four in the morning, but sleep abandoned him. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, refusing to face the darkness that haunted him whenever he did. How could he look away, even for a moment, when his entire world, so peaceful, so complete, was right there, filling his heart with peace and light?He had brought them home the night before. A team of doctors were ready in their mansion, ready to intervene if needed. He wasn't ready to take any chance, the thought of losing either of them was unbearable. He would do whatever it took to protect his fragile world, even at the cost of his own peace of mind. Time passed, and the darkness of night gradually gave way to the soft light of dawn. A knock
Killian refused to acknowledge her words, as if they had never left her lips, pretending they hadn’t sliced through him and torn him apart. He clung to the illusion, seeking comfort in the facade of a lie, as though denying the truth could somehow change it."You’re going to love our daughter," he said quietly, lips curving up into a small smile. "We will be a family. She’s going to be our-" "She's not my daughter!" Amara hissed. "She is a result of sin, and I will never love her!" Her throat burned from the force of her words, but she didn’t care. She needed him to feel them, to have her words cut through the illusion he was making in his sick mind. "Amara!" Killian growled, gritting his teeth in rage. "I am speaking the truth, Killian," Amara replied, a mirthless smile twisting her lips. "Don’t you remember how she was born? How can I love her and consider her my daughter when she was the very r-reason my life was destroyed?" Her voice cracked, words trembling as she fought aga
Killian had never allowed himself to feel—never this deeply, never this quickly. He had spent his life behind high walls, never letting anyone close enough to matter. Vulnerability and protectiveness were foreign to him, emotions he hadn’t known until Amara entered his life. He was always cold, distant, untouchable.But now, with this fragile life cradled in his arms, everything felt different. Why did he feel this fierce urge to shield her, to protect her from a world that could harm her? Her tears pierced through the barriers around his heart, and her tiny, soft cries shattered something deep inside him. Her cries, they sounded painful to him, filling him with a kind of agony he’d never known, never felt. His daughter still clung to his hand, her tiny fingers curling around his as if refusing to let him go. Her tiny face turned red as her cries grew more shrill, and Killian's hands trembled, terrified that it was his touch hurting her. Yet he couldn’t let go. “Do something to make
Killian couldn't stand the suffocating air inside the room anymore. So, he stormed out, his face having defeat all over it. His wife was inside, her fragile body soaked in blood, fighting for a life that was slipping away too quickly. The sight of her, broken and dying on that cold hospital bed, was more than he could bear. He never felt so weak before, and never faced a defeat so painful like this. He had lashed out at them, gripping their collars with fury, demanding they save her. What the doctors said still echoed in his mind like a death sentence, "Her chances are slim. Her body is too weak. The pregnancy is killing her, she’s too young, too traumatised. Her body can’t handle it." Forced pregnancy. Trauma. Weak body. Every word they spoke clawed deeper into his soul. He felt his throat tighten hearing that. This was his doing, his cruelty, his thirst for revenge that had destroyed her. Not Derek. Not anyone else. He was the one who dragged her into his hell, destroyed her b
A/N: Please note that I have no expertise in medical procedures. All content is fictional and should be treated as such.***Mother or baby.Killian stumbled back, staring at the doctor in disbelief. The words slammed into him, draining the life from his veins, as if he were being forced to endure an agony that physically hurt him.His heart clenched in pain at the thought of life without Amara. A life without her would hollow him out, leaving him nothing more than a walking corpse, soulless and dead inside. He needed her to be alive so he could breathe and live. How could he possibly let her go when she was the only reason his cold heart was beating? In that moment, it hit him like a storm, deadly and powerful. He loves Amara. Because if being terrified of a life where she wasn’t alive isn't love, then he didn’t know what love was. How had he not seen it before? His heart had been screaming it all along. Amara was everything love could be—soft, caring, pure, a light that had bro
The video played, ever so cruelly, ever so painfully, its brutality unfolding in agonising detail. The men’s savagery was laid bare before her eyes, exposing the creatures they truly were. They ravaged her helpless body, feasting on her as if she weren’t human. Amara's lips quivered, unable to form words, unable to process the horrors before her. They were touching her, abusing her flesh with a cruel smile on their faces. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her vision blurring as her trembling hands clutched the camera.And then, she cried.She cried until her eyes burned, until her entire body convulsed with the sheer force of her sobs. She was violated without mercy, even while she was unconscious, with no sense of reality, as they turned her world into a horrifying nightmare. They stripped her of her dignity, again and again, pouncing on her inhumanly. Her chest tightened, the pain so suffocating it stole her breath. A horrible pain seized her heart, and the camera slipped from