Hell

Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord (-Hell-)

Madison's P O V

The woman took me out to meet the man, who looked equally exhausted but still had his fire in his eyes.

"You are back." The woman said to him, he didn't reply but instead fixed his eyes on me. 

"Is she ready?" He asked, his voice coming out burdensome.

"Um, she has bathed. I-” The woman got interrupted by him.

"Have the servants bath her now?." He ordered.

"Yes, of course." The woman bowed in response.

"You are back!" We all heard a very enthusiastic voice inquired from behind. 

I turned to look for the owner of the spokesperson to see another handsomely-looking guy. This one is much younger and has this baby shape like face. His eyes are cute.

His grey eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he approached us, his gaze fixed on the man.

"Yes," the man replied and started walking away. The excitement on the young guy's face died down at the man's behavior, but the look was soon replaced with that of confusion once his eyes settled on me.

"Who is she?" He indicated at me. 

"Young sir, she is the lady that your brother wants. He asked us to take care of her for him." As if he finally understood something, his eyes settled back on me and lingered. 

"Okay," he mumbled and began evacuating the compartment.

"Come on, let's go. We need to make you clean again. 

It seems master Enzo is not satisfied with the way you look." She pulled me along with her back to the room she showed me earlier. She took me to the bathroom, and after ordering me to take off my clothes, she took off from the room. I stood in the bathroom butt naked, waiting for her. 

But I don't understand all these. Maybe I can ask her what exactly is going on when she returns. A few minutes, The woman returned with two other girls who pulled me to the bathtub and started washing me up. I stayed there like a robot, just waiting for them to finish rewashing me.

After that, I was dried clean and held out of the bathroom where the older lady was waiting.

"It's not yet time. Wear this and wait for my instruction," the woman notified before leaving with the two girls.

I grabbed the gown I was supposed to wear and was about to put it on. It's so transparent, and it will barely cover my body. No underpants, no bra. 

I'm getting more disturbed because of the two girls, and I couldn't ask the woman the question I wanted to ask. I laid down and closed my eyes, patiently waiting for the woman to come back when suddenly, the door sprang opened, making me sit up instantly.

The guy with the baby-like face walks in. He looks elegant and doesn't in any way look harmful, at least not on the surface.

"Hi," he said, moving toward my bed. 

"Hi," I adjusted properly and answered back.

"I'm Kyle. What's your name?" He inquired.

"I'm Madison," I answered. He nodded and turned to look around my compartment.

"How did you get into trouble with my brother?" His suspicion mystifies me further.

"I...I don't understand," I said truthfully. He stared at me for a while, then sighed.

"I'll leave, and I have something to do." His sudden response added to my turmoil.

What was that? 

I Stood up as I watched him exit the room. I laid back down slowly and closed my eyes. I opened them back when I felt something that yanked me up from the bed.

"Wake up. Wake up, and you can't be a minute late." The older lady kept saying.

I cleared the sleep from my eyes and stood up. "Let's go," after examining me, she mumbled.

I followed her out of the room once again and to a room down the hallway. We made a turn before arriving at a room that seemed deserted from the other rooms. The woman breathed out beside me and knocked. 

“She is here, Master Enzo," the woman announced.

"Let her in." The voice from earlier asserted.

The woman gasped again before turning to face me. 

“Be strong.” She mumbled before opening the entrance.

I watched her turn her back to me, sensing something wasn't right. My heartbeat improved. I slowly talk a step into the room. I turned to close the door but saw a pair of calm grey eyes staring at me from a corner. The young guy from before had a little chat with me in my room. Kyle.

Why was he staring at me from a corner? Reluctantly, I closed the door and turned to face the expanse, which looked bizarre.

It has a bed with strange equipment hanging around. In another corner stood the dangerous-looking man from earlier. One of his hands was in his pockets, and he was smoking with another hand while staring out the window.

"Take off your clothes. Go lie down on the bed." He ordered, his voice coming out cold and harsh.

I gulped at the command. Did he say take off your clothes? But why? Why should I take off my clothes in front of him? 

I stood there without obeying his utterances; I was staring at him and waiting for him to face me.

"Are you deaf?!" I heard him growl as he turned to face me, making me cringe in fear.

"I-” I stuttered; I was relinquished for phrases. His stern gaze settled on my scared ones.

"What? Didn't that bastard teach you there? Or he only taught you how to murder people?" 

His angry words got my legs shaking, but I became more scared and started moving back when he began approaching. I only stopped when I felt my back pressing hard against the door. I unexpectedly want to pee. I can't handle this anymore. 

How come this good-looking man be so furious with me? What did I do? 

His hand reached for the upper side of my see-through gown, and he tore it apart on my body. 

"Next time, you do as I say." He groaned as he continued shredding me naked in front of him.

“What...what did I do?” I couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you doing this to me?" My voice shuddered as I asked the question. An evil smirk slowly curled up his face.

His hand reached for my face. He grabbed my jaw, pressed his fingers into my skin, and snapped my head to the side.

"Maybe I should send you to hell, and you'll get your answers there." He snorted as his hand pressed into my flesh, making my teeth and everything hurt.

Tears soon assembled in my eyes. "Let me go please, I didn't do anything," I managed to voice out through the pain.

He scoffed and finally let me go. He took a step back and fixed both of his hands into his trouser pocket.

"You want to go. Go!" He ordered with a look of mockery, replenished his cold grey orbs. 

I took my hand to hold my jaw while whimpering. Slowly, I turned to leave as he told me. I opened the door and made it to go but flinched when he pushed the door from behind. After that, he locked it and kept the keys on the table. 

"To the bed now! My patience is running out. And if you don't want me to kill you right now, get on that bed!" He roared out like a lion.

The room became colder at his glares, and I could feel his anger doubling and tripling.

But what the hell did I do to deserve this? What did I do? I managed to move my legs toward the bed and sat down on it.

"Lie down. Close your eyes." I gave attention to his order.

I obeyed, closing my eyes. I didn't hear a sound for an instant, and I wanted to open my eyes so bad and see what was going on but couldn't.

"Spread your legs." I heard another command.

Goodness, I'm already naked. Why does he want me to open my legs again? This is scary. 

I felt him grab my left hand. He tied it up and did the same to my right hand. My heartbeat increased as an idea of what was about to happen came into my head. –Please don't tell me it's finally time. Don't tell me. I worried as my hands pulled tautly.

"No matter what. Do not open your eyes. If you do, I'll kill you." He hissed as he declared openly.

I nodded, then tucked my lips in. Tears threatened to force my eyes open, but I held them in. I felt the bed deepen; next, I felt one of his hands left my waist up. My fears increased at his cold hands touching my bare skin.

I continued to close my eyes when I felt something cold and hard touch the entrance of my private part. Chills ran down my body as I finally concluded what was about to happen. He is about to take advantage of me. —Oh goodness! Although they have been preparing us at Santiago's prison house for this, I'm not ready. I don't want this.

I made to move away from his hold, but his cold hand pressed more into my skin, holding me to himself. Then, I felt my hole tearing up as he forced his cold hard manhood into me. A scream left my lips at the force he used. 

"Stay in place, do not open your eyes." He ordered in a cold, harsh tone.

Sweats soon covered my body as he kept moving forcefully into me. 

"No! No, please," I begged as I felt him move out and drove into me again.

I screamed again when he went on and on—driving into me without mercy. It's even more painful with my eyes closed. I can't even see how this man is destroying me. He is going to break me in two.

He stopped for a while and came down from the bed, making me breathe out in relief. My happiness instantly disappeared when I felt him restrain me with a cloth. He held my waist with his two hands this time before driving into me again.

"Mmmm. Mmmm." I wept, turning my body to see if I could get away from him, but his two hands held unto tightly. They imprisoned me as he kept going in and out of me pretty fast while moaning at intervals.

Tears came running down my closed eyes helplessly. I soon came to be tired from crying and striving with him –This is sexual assault. 

I stayed in one position as he continued eradicating me. I can't even help myself, my hands are already tied up, and no one can help me. He is the boss around here. No one can stop him from doing whatever he wants.

After riding into me for a while, I felt a hot liquid running deep into me, going all the way to my belly. I heard him sigh as he finally left me. I thought he untied my hands.

"Unlock the door and get out." He ordered. 

I finally opened my eyes at his command. Everywhere looks so blurry, so dark. Still sobbing, I got up from the bed and removed the cloth from my mouth. I looked down at my thigh to see blood all over. The bedsheet was also stained with my blood.

Seeing blood rushing out of my private part made me more scared. I'm not on my period, and he has wounded me with his violent thrust.

I came down from the bed and gave rise to move to get my cloth, but tiredly, I fell on the floor. It hurts...my thigh hurts. I don't think I can walk. I feel so sour down there.

I looked around the room but didn't find him anywhere; he must have entered the bathroom to clean himself up. I must leave before he comes back. I can't stay here and wait for him to go and repeat what he just did. I don't care if he is impressive. He is an animal. I hate him for what he just did to me. I hate him. 

Slowly, I went to my ruined gown on the floor and managed to put it on the way it was. —I need to leave this hellish room. I need to go. Dragging my legs, I took the keys. I went to the door and unlocked it before leaving.

This man, I don't even know him, he doesn't know me, yet he sexually assaulted me?