Chapter One

Angelo's POV

I laid there on the bed, in a dimly lit room, wondering how on earth I had ended up in that room. I tried to recall how it had all happened but the more I tried to trigger my memory, the more the painful headache surged through my whole body, making me wonder how I could feel the pain in my head in every part of my body. Was it a headache or a body ache?

I tried to move my body but found out that I was numb, totally numb, not able to lift even a finger. I tried and kept trying, but at the end was only able to move my eyeballs.

A trigger pulled. I remembered something. I was at a party, one that I couldn't even remember who had invited me, and as I was heading back home, there in the dark alley, a car was slowly tagging along behind me, and the last thing I remembered was that I started running before I blacked out.

The splitting pain hit my head again and I opened my mouth to scream, but heard no voice. I tried again, but still couldn't hear myself.

My heart started racing uncontrollably. Many thoughts creeped into my mind.

What if it were kidnappers? How much would they demand for my release? But who would want to kidnap me? I was literally in good terms with everyone; well, except for Diego's ex girlfriend, Malia, but apart from that, I was a good guy, and I knew that I was a good guy.

Or what if it was a serial killer? The type that just kidnapped and killed people just for the fun of it? Like Jeffrey Dahmar? My heartbeat accelerated, and I couldn't just keep it together again.

It can't be, it shouldn't be, my life just shouldn't end like that, on one careless night. I had my whole life ahead of me; I just got a new job, I was getting married to Diego next week, and we were both planning to adopt twin boys, all that just couldn't come to an end. I couldn't die, I shouldn't die.

While I was still hyperventilating, the door was opened and a tall, huge figure walked in and slightly closed the door behind him.

“ What am I doing here? Why did you bring me here? What did I do?” I wanted to ask, but opening my mouth became more difficult, and speaking still remained impossibly impossible.

I watched as the unidentifiable figure dropped his phone and wrist watch on the cupboard beside the bed, and as he started taking off his clothes, I prayed that my guess may turn out to be wrong, even though I knew it wasn't: I was about to be raped.

It was one thing to be raped, and it was another to be raped as a virgin, an air-tight virgin.

I had been born in a traditional Christian home, where sex before marriage was frowned upon, and all my life I had lived up to that principle of preserving my virginity until my wedding night. I was so strict about it, even with Diego, to the extent that the only thing sexual that we had ever done was have a deep kiss; nothing else.

But there I was, about to lose my precious virginity to some stranger, just a week to my wedding.

The man climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck. He unbuttoned my shirt and threw it across the room, and then undid my pants, pulling down my underwear and leaving me completely naked and vulnerable, and even though I couldn't speak, my heart sang “ please don't do it” as tears ran down my eyes.

The man pulled my legs up and applied a lubricant on my manhole, and without wasting any time, he thrust his big, large dick into me.

I was screaming in his head. The pain was unbearable, tearing my insides into shreds, throbbing at my intestines and pushing my heart from it's rightful position. The man's pace increased, and his force got harder, bumping his large meat into my virgin hole as he moaned softly.

I could only cry as I was unruly defiled against my will. I cried and cried, hoping to regain my voice or at least, hoping that the mad dog that was defiling me would have pity on him, but alas, nothing worked. I just laid there in silence like a sacrifical lamb, butchered by the wicked blades of rape.

I had read of how Jeffrey Dahmar killed his twelfth victim, the deaf and mute guy, Tony Anthony Hughes, with a hammer, and I was finally able to feel how Tony must've felt as he was killed by Jeffrey; the agonizing pain of not even being able to scream while painfully dying.

I woke up to a room full of bright lights, lights that threatened to blind me. I tried to adjust my eyes to fit the light, feeling weary from the terrible dream I had. I turned and saw Diego by the bed.

“ Oh my God, babe, babe, you're awake? Oh my God, you're awake babe”, Diego said, immediately standing to his feet to check me out.

I was totally confused as I looked around, digesting my surroundings. Why was Diego acting as if I just rose from the dead? And why the hell was I in what seemed like a hospital instead of my queen size bed?

“ Wait, wait, what happened?” I asked, staring right into Diego's eyes. Diego just started crying, and his tears felt weird for the first two seconds, but as my brain received receptors about my aching, painful ass, I instantly knew what had happened; it wasn't a dream, it was real, I had been raped, and my virginity had been rudely stripped from me, my innocence had been broken.

“ Mr Pero, mind if I speak to Mr Madrigal alone?” The spooky eye doctor with the oversized glasses asked as he walked into the office.

“ What? No. I'm not leaving my husband. Whatever it is that you have to say, you can say to both of us, we can handle it”, Diego said, squeezing my hand to reassure me.

My heart warmed up at how supportive Diego had been the past few days. He had wept as if he was the one that was raped and had been beside me the whole time, promising to never leave me even after what happened, and the fact that he called me his husband even though we were to officially wed in two days brought a pink flush to my face.

“ Mr Madrigal?” The doctor asked, giving this expression of "are you sure you wanna do this?”

“ Yes doctor. Please go ahead”, I said, also squeezing Diego's hand.

“ Okay, so we ran some tests just to confirm if you contracted any STD, and I am sorry to inform you that you tested positive for HIV”.

My mind went blank.

“ Excuse me doctor, I don't really understand”, I said, feeling Diego's grip loosening around my fingers.

“ You tested positive for HIV, but don't worry, we'll put you on retroviral medications and …………….”.

He was still speaking when I stood and ran out of his office, with Diego chasing after me.

It was just too much, and I couldn't take it anymore.