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I pulled over at Daphne’s gigantic mansion, it's classy and very flamboyant from the exterior, you could tell that the interior would be a stunner. I have never visited Daphne in her actual home, as it had always been her classy apartment, or sometimes she stayed in mine. I know that she's a filthy rich kid but she's very reluctant once it is about work, she feels pressured whenever her parents talk to her about it, so she said. Not once have I seen either of them, There is just a lot I need to understand about her mysterious family and I think that tonight, I'll be finding out. I exhale, dragging my feet to the large patio, and a huge man black tuxedo suit who seems like a guard is standing beside the double doors. I didn't expect that. His death stare halted me in my tracks, his frown was palpable. “I'm here to see Daphne, my bestie.”I tell him but his eyes are piercing deep into my skin and I'm freaking inside of me. “Were you invited?” The depth in his tone complemente

~Do I say I'm derailed? Maybe that's too strong of a word to use on the first day of meeting my boss. I rewrote the entire document in a similar format, hoping he would accept it. It’s past 7 p.m., and I’m nowhere close to my mother’s home. She called earlier to check on me, but I told her I was stuck in traffic. Yes, that’s a common excuse. I let out a deep sigh and walk down to his office. I knock, and he responds with a casual ‘mm-hmm,’ which I take as an affirmation. I enter and immediately see him, staring out the glass window.“Excuse me, sir,” I start, but he remains silent. I hope he doesn’t look at me with those cold, steely eyes. “I, um, drafted another version, and I hope this works—”“Put it down and leave!” he snaps, still not looking my way. He seems distracted, spacing out from time to time.“Yes, sir!” I reply and do as he says. I walk to the door, my hand resting on the handle.“Ms. Myers?” he calls out coldly.“Yes, sir!” I respond, turning abruptly, as if anticipa

(Back to the present, four months later)~~~~Today marks four months and five days since that incident. Every day I live with the uneasy sin that was left in my heart. Being raped by an absolute stranger makes my situation a funny and inconceivable one. No one believes me, not even my best friend, Daphne, who completely believes me.I understand her, I understand everyone... Well, just my Mom, but that freaking Austin would not be under even if I had told him. Oh, Lord! I breathe out as my fingers comb my hair, the thought of it makes me sick... “Gosh, May, what is wrong with you? The boss will be here any minute from now...” Lisa, the boss’s secretary, tells me thumping a file on my desk. Seriously, she acts like a cunt sometimes and I just let her, because she's probably lost. I mean who wears a ball gown to work? She does and she gets sanctioned for that her ears are far from listening to instructions. I don't wanna tell her that she needs need, but I'll make sure that we don't

****Dropped to the wet ground, on the same spot I had been standing before I was abducted, one of the men handed me the shopping bag and walked away to join the others. It was too late to catch a glimpse since there hadn't been any street lights.Standing in the thick of the dark, the smell of earth lingering and the hissing of crickets growing louder, I felt cold, lonely, and distraught. The tears in my eyes rolled down every two seconds as the memory flashed in my mind like a blinding light.Luckily, a taxi pulled over and asked if I was ready to go or not. I opened the taxi and entered without a word. I told him where I was headed and he affirmed with a light nod. He drove away. He asked if I was okay, then I said that I was doing just fine. I wrapped my arms tightly backing up my unsure answer. Who would ever believe that I was ruthlessly fucked by a stranger I couldn't see or taken by could never recognize, even with the help of the scorching sun's reflection.I handed him the m

*May Myers' POV*(A memory from three months ago)At about 04:28 pm,As cold and freezing as New York tends to be in the Autumn season, it didn't stop me from shopping for some groceries. Daphne Dominique C., my best friend, had failed to buy some. I called her phone an hour before she texted that she was leaving for the salon, (to put on her nails and hair) and now it was overly frustrating to go shopping myself.I'm not a shopping freak of any sort, especially groceries. I had no choice to make since she had returned home drunk and wasted. I only wonder how a young rich lady like her could drink so much alcohol in broad daylight. I mean, there aren't specifics when it was about drinking time, but come on, alcohol rolls better at night; at least that was my perception, and perhaps anyone's. Randomly.I stormed out of the grocery store firmly wrapping my fingers around the shopping bags while my other hand was stuck into my overcoat's pocket. I groaned out in frustration the moment I