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
"Son" A strong and heavy voice spoke, the dominance behind it making anyone kneel down to his knees. Killian's eyes snapped to his father, Sebastian. "Dad" He acknowledged, his gaze running between his father and two men standing next to him. "How have you been, Killian? I haven't seen you for three years." Elijah, his uncle, spoke, a cigar in his hand and a scar running down his cheek. He undoubtedly was the great mafia leader with the dominance he carried with himself. "I am good." Killian spoke. "What brings you all here?" He asked with a hint of frustration in his tone. "Watch your tone, Killian. If it was someone else in your place, then he would have been ten feet deep in the ground." The hint of warning in Elijah's tone didn't go unnoticed by Killian. "In case you are forgetting, Suvillian's blood runs deep in my veins. I won't hesitate to snap the neck of the person who dares to threaten me." Killian spoke darkly. Elijah's lips curved upward into a sinister smirk. "Didn
"You need to file a complaint against him."Amara heard Chloe saying. Do you know what I do with those who try to mess with him? I destroy them. His words rang in her ears, the raw rage of his voice still sent chills down her spine. The flashback of her slapping him and his revenge on it made her blood turn cold. She remembered every moment of the horrifying nightmare she lived through, the way he had his way with her brutally, made her burn in the agony and quenched his thirst cruelly. "No, no, no!" Amara whispered through tears, her body trembling in fear. Her sobs echoed through the four walls, painful and heartbreaking. "Amara! Calm down, please. Relax, you are safe here. No one can harm you here." Everly hugged her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner. "K-killian.. H-he will hurt m-me. He will m-make me g-go through p-pain. He is a m-monster, he.. he w-will h-hurt me." Amara broke down into tears, her lips trembling as she spoke with great difficulty. "He can't hurt you,
The moon was hidden by the dark clouds, the shining treasure missing as the darkness surrounded itself everywhere. Amara was sleeping, soft breaths leaving her. Even though sleeping, her face wasn't showing a sign of peace. Discomfort and pain was visible on her face even though she was sleeping. "No, p-please! Don't go near her!" Chloe shouted on the top of her voice, her voice was breaking with fear but she still stood strong. Everly gulped looking at the men in front of her. Standing in front of them was none other than Killian Suvillian along with a few cops. The power radiating from Killian made her shudder in fear, making her take a step back in terror. He stood tall, his blank eyes staring at the sleeping figure of Amara emotionlessly. Just watching him filled her uncontrollable fear. She was scared to imagine what Amara went through because of him. The cops surrounded him, guns in their hands and their faces stoic of any emotion. "W-what do you want?" Everly asked,
It has been one month since that incident and Killian had moved on in his life. He was back to his previous life, drugs, alcohol and girls. The thought of Amara entered his mind a few times. Her beautiful ocean-like eyes filled with fear, her soft cheeks adoring deep red blush and the innocence on her face was something he had never witnessed before. She was something which entered his life like a breath of fresh air but he is the one who taints the pureness with his mere touch, deflowers it when it catches his eyes and strips it out of its light and that's what he did with Amara. He tainted her pureness with his darkness, deflowered her and stripped her out of her light. He has ruined her for others and the thought itself gave him immense satisfaction. It filled him with a rush which no drug could and the pleasure which no possession can give. Killian had rolled the sleeves of his black shirt causing his muscular forearm to be on display. A feminine hand wrapped around his arm.
Powerful burning gaze. Amara felt it on her back, a power burning gaze which made her a chill run down her spine. Her hands became numb and throat tightened with emotions. She slowly turned around and her eyes met with sharp dark eyes which were looking at her with an obsessed look in them.She stiffened and took a few steps back in fear. Her actions were unconscious, her legs moving on their own. A glint passed through his eyes which he was quick to suppress inside. She felt her chest tightened, eyes burning with tears and legs turning wobby as he stood in front of her in all his might. Her body trembled in fear and she watched with scared gaze as a feminine hand wrapped around Killian's forearm, in an attempt to mark her territory. Her gaze shifted besides Killian and she saw a girl next to him. A beautiful girl who held his forearm in an possessive grip. The girl smiled at Killian and whispered something in his ears. Killian nodded at what she said and gave a last look to Amara,
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
Killian’s grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles turning white as the urge for bloodshed surged within him.One month.An entire month had passed since Derek slipped through his fingers, and still, there was no sign of him. It made his blood boil. That bastard never should have escaped in the first place, and if he did, he should’ve been caught the second he tried to pull that stunt. It was a disgrace, a defeat stamped onto his very existence, a humiliation that the leader of the Suvillians couldn’t capture him. Derek was out there somewhere, hiding like a coward, probably laughing at the fool he’d made of Killian. He must be fucking proud—assaulting his wife and then slipping away right under his nose. His men should never have let it happen. If they had been vigilant, if they hadn’t been so pathetically negligent, Derek wouldn’t have succeeded. But they failed. And that failure cost Killian more than just his pride. Derek was still out there, unharmed, without a single trace l