She was raped.

Helen pov.

She stared at the young man who was dragging her towards the bush on the side of the road. Helen knew she couldn’t get out of the bush since it looked exactly like a forest.

She’d tried pleading with the young man, but it didn’t appear to be working.

Her throat felt dry as she was dragged towards the forest without fighting.

Besides, what was the need?

As the young man got farther into the forest, he released her hair and shoved her to the ground, causing her back to contact the hard ground covered in stone and dry grass.

“I won’t bite you dear, and I promise to make it short,” he said to Helen in a romantic tone, but his words made Helen feel queasy, and the tears that were streaming down her face were hot and freely flowing.

“Sir… sir, please don’t do this to me. I’m still a virgin and I don’t want my life to end this way sir, so please… I beg of you,” she mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

He smirked, and not In a nice way, but in a horrible one. “The fact that you are a virgin makes me want to have you even more,” he  declared, and he seemed amused to sleep with Helen.

He knelt on the floor and caged Helen in-between his legs before Helen could even open her mouth to plead with him.

He was holding the V-neck of her red robe as he swiftly thor it, and they were divided into pieces.

“Perfect!” he said, leaning in closer, his gaze fixed on her breast.

She immediately shook her head sideways. “No… no… no… please… I’ll give you anything else but…”

Helen was unable to finish her statement when he struck a hard punch on her cheek, causing blood to stream from her mouth.

“Arrr!” Helen exclaimed, but the young man showed no sympathy.

She realized that the more she fought him, the more she put herself at risk.

She was so fearful of further aggravating him that she could only combat him with words.

“No… please no!” screamed Helen.

She had always emphasized the significance of the word ‘NO.’

She considered it a complete statement in itself, and the meaning of that term will always be honored whenever she uses it or with whomever she uses it.

Helen noticed today that the word ‘NO’ was the most nonsensical in the English lexicon.

Her assent was unimportant to him, and her opinion and will were never asked of.

She believed that if her ‘NO’ was mild or if she did not scream while saying ‘NO,’ it would be interpreted as a ‘Yes’ by both him and society… But she was mistaken.

She decided to give up and stretched her palms wide.

He smiled as he saw her submit to him. He yanked the belt from his trouser and dragged it up to his knees like a beast.

She maintained a fleeting sense of safety by creating an illusion that she was not terrified. She pretended to be in control of herself. She doesn’t want to fight it since it gives the rapist the impression that she was weak and terrified, and she doesn’t want to appear afraid. Helen felt like a defenseless animal being chained and carried to slaughter.

The desperate desire to avoid admitting she was terrified was palpable.

She recognized she had lost control at this point.

Helen had just two options: lie helplessly and pathetically in front of him while he treated her like an animal. Or to pretend she was fine with it, just to feel less out of control of the situation.

She breathed, opting to focus on her only two options.

It seemed like she was being swept away by a river in one direction, and her only option was to fight it, which was worthless because it was too powerful and would only make her worry worse. She opted to swim in the opposite direction so she could pretend to herself and the river that she was fine, even though she badly wanted to regain control.

Helen started to accept it. She feigned in her thoughts that she desired it and was not ashamed of it.

“Sexy!” He muttered, and without warning, he grabbed the tip of his dick and pressed it against her pussy.

He shifted her pants to the side, groaning as he thrust himself inside.

“Arrh. That’s it, baby,” he moaned. “Fuck. So… so tight.”

Helen pressed her palm on the dry leaves, biting her lips.

“Come here, bitch,” he said as he grabbed her hands and locked her lips.

He performed dreadfully, like a beast driving his prey to the summit.

Helen sighed and attempted to kiss him.

Steven’s companion was taken aback by her actions, and his eyes lit up in amazement. He drew away from her, quickly removing his jacket and putting it aside.

Leaning in closer, he sealed her lips with an agreeable kiss.

Helen drew him closer to her by placing her hands on his cheeks.

He tasted like puke, which Helen disliked.

She was able to detect and taste the pungent odor of lynx mixed with cannabis.

She struggled to mask her disdain since she wanted to get over what was currently going on.

She lacked bravery and fortitude, and she lacked the strength to stand up to his muscles and lust.

He has the authority to take anything he wants and to treat her any way he sees fit. Helen was his domain, therefore he gazed at her.

He exploited her body and murdered her spirit as he touched her.

Helen’s tears were water to him, and her body was an object. He made her feel like tissue paper: you use it when you want and then throw it away.

He bit her lower lips and sucked them like a hungry beast.

“Let’s… let’s get this over with,” he said after pulling away from Helen.

He expertly removed Helen’s bra and flung it to the floor.

He lowers his body and bites the nipple of her right breast while squeezing her breast with his other hand.

Helen arched her back as she stayed immobile, and he felt no sympathy for her.

He held his dick and aimed it toward her pussy as he let go of her boobs.

He didn’t even warn her before thrusting inside her.

“Arrrrrhhhhhhh!” she shouted, her face flushed with pain.

Her body was flooded with anguish. She lost everything in one moment: her first kiss, her virginity, her happiness, her hope, her confidence in humanity, and her value.

Helen was still in pain when he began thrusting in and out of her.

When he started speeding up, she shouted and strained against his grip.

He was rough, and Helen wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Arrh. Yeah. Fuck… that’s it!” he growled as he squeezed her breast before sealing into Helen hungrily.

Helen moaned as she sought to control the kiss.

She despised what she was doing, but she had no choice if she wanted to live. Her parents would be waiting for her, and her boyfriend would be sick with worry.

She needs to do this so that she can see their faces again.

Helen’s head jerked back as she resisted the kiss. She felt her spirit being ripped away from her body as tears flowed down her cheeks.

He pushed farther Into her, and she felt his dick brush against her womb.

“Arrh!” she exclaimed, raising her hip to match his motion.

His nasty moan filled the entire woodland, and he appeared to be having a good time.

He was a beast, a repulsive beast.

The more he thrust in, the more she arched her hip, following his rhythm as tears streamed down her cheeks.

He smirked as he landed on her body, heading for her breast. His dick had gotten enormous inside Helen, indicating that he was going to cum.

His breath was harsh as he sucked Helen’s breast like a desperate child, and the way he sucked her breast made it appear as if he wanted milk to gush out of it.

He hugged her tightly as his dick expanded inside her pussy and he cum.

Helen felt severe agony but couldn’t yell or say anything. She hoped he’d leave her alone, but he stood up, ready for another round.

As he grinned at her, the man pulled out his dick before disgustingly winking.

He slapped her pussy with the tip of his dick and moved in for a kiss when Helen’s attention fell on a dagger that had slipped out of the jacket he had taken off a while earlier.

Finally, She had a strong feeling of determination.

She extended her hands and groped for the dagger.

She grinned as she took the dagger in her hands before pulling him in for a kiss with her right hand.

He assumed she was having fun, so he came in closer to kiss her on the lips, showering her entire mouth with his foul saliva.

Helen kissed him back, and In one swift move, she plunged the dual-edge sharp dagger from her hands and she thrust the blade between his neck severing his throat.

He was taken off guard, and the dagger sliced through his Carotid Artery.

Helen’s face and body were covered in blood, and he stiffened within five seconds, his eyes wide open.

He had raped her and was now dead.

Her initial thought after being raped was that she was filthy.

Helen was trembling furiously, and her body was no longer hers. Not only has it been contaminated and taken from her, but she was unable to clean it and restore it to its original state.

This feeling of being dirty had not fully left her!

Helen was transfixed for a moment at first as she glanced at the figure in front of her.

A frigid embrace crept up on her, and she recognized what had happened the following minute, “Arrr….!”

Helen wanted to scream because her eyes were wide open, but she came to a standstill on the spot.

Screaming would undoubtedly get Steven’s notice.

She shook as she pulled the lifeless body over her body and bit her fingernails.

Her stomach churned and her legs trembled.

Everything felt like a dream to her, and she was in denial. Helen wanted to scream, but because Steven was still outside, she covered her mouth with her hands and decided to flee.

Her body was also covered in extreme blood. 

Helen said to herself, ‘It’s now or never.’

She didn’t bother picking up her bra because she covered herself  with her already ripped gown.

She sped up her steps and exited the jungle. As she stepped out of the forest, she made sure Steven couldn’t see her, and thankfully, Steven was nowhere to be found.

Her radio was still on and playing a ghostbuster song when she entered the car.

Perfect for the occasion!

She shut the car door and let go of her gown, which she was trying to use to cover her body.

Her boobs opened up, and she didn’t bother to remove a strand of hair from her face.

Since the car was already turned on, she drove the car engine to full speed, hoping not to be caught by Steven, but he was at the far end of the road.

Helen has lost her mind.

As she drove into him, she stepped on the gas and her lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

She had to murder him as well because if she didn’t, he would come hunting for her in the future.

A pool of whirlwind emotion flashed through his eyes- hatred, anger, regret, sadness and resentment. 

She rolled her eyes as her car hit him before he was even able to act. 

She hasn’t let any tears flow from her eyes because everything is still surreal to her.

She drove at full throttle for two hours straight.

She picked up her phone and called her partner when she arrived in a crowded area that appeared safe.

He picked up the phone on the first ring. “Hey babe, I’ve been trying to reach you bu…”

“Let’s break up!” She said coldly, her voice emotionless.