Chapter 3

MARIA’S POV

“I have nothing, I am only a nun!” I shrieked with my eyes blindfolded with a cloak. Sweat leaked over my face. I felt a harsh pain on my wrist as I struggled to break free from the hold of the tie to the chair I was seated on.

“Please, please just let me go,” I pleaded.

There was almost silence in the room but there were faint footsteps I could still pick out amidst the tranquilly. My words were reverberating so I knew it was an empty and enclosed space.

“Here she is boss” a burly voice roamed out of nowhere. I was already filled with trepidation and anxiety. My heart was pummeling the fastest it could. My palms were wet and I was on the verge of tearing up. I only watched kidnapping scenes in movies. Being in that position made my stomach churn.

I could hear some soft Italian in the background. I wasn’t so sure how many voices I heard, but I think probably three different voices. “Please don’t harm me” I whimpered in fear with my whole body shivering. My legs itch as well. I also felt stupefied. The conversation in the background all of a sudden ceased. This skyrocketed my anxiety to cloud nine. I gulped down large chunks of saliva repeatedly.

“Take her off the chair” a bold voice came through. I couldn’t stop wondering how just a voice could make the hair on my body sprout up and arouse goosebumps.

I felt hands on my body and even though I tried my best to oppose with my voice and also with nudging myself out of their grasp in fear, I was still standed up. My dread and tension level was just fifty percent while seated but standing up and having people holding me made me die multiple times.

All of a sudden, I was stripped naked by my clothes being ripped off my body with their fingernails scratching on my body. I cried but my tears most certainly fell on the ears of the deaf. I was still blinded and my hands tied behind while I stood totally unclad. My tears continued flowing like the river Nile.

“Please… please I am a virgin and a nun… please I beg of you” I shuddered and trembled in fear. My whole body was literally like a drenched pigeon on a tree while it’s still raining and earthquakes rumbled the earth. “Please” I sobbed with a broken voice. My dream was at the verge of being destroyed. I just hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was they wanted to do to me.

“Piega la stronza!”

My body froze at the sound of this. Bend the bitch!

I struggled with them and cried while they bent me and I leaned forward from my waist and forcefully flexed my spine, almost cracking it. I recited different prayers in my heart while I cried and my tears soaked the blindfold cloak that covered my eyes.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me!?

I was spanked hard on my left ass cheek a couple of times. Just after the fourth spank, something forcefully entered my vagina. I sent out a loud, sharp, piercing cry like a siren. My heart stopped working. I felt immense pain around my pelvic while the penis remained in me. I clenched my fist so firmly while I struggled with those who held me. I couldn’t break free.

“Plea…” I was trailed off my words by another thrust. There was a grab on my hips. It was rough and intentional. It went in and out of me aggressively and swiftly. Series of slaps on my ass and my lower back followed as the beast went in and out of me.

My words meant nothing to him so I bothered not, rather I allowed my tears to be my consolation. He yanked my hair abruptly and continued hitting on me as though I was some toy. Without pity, without conscience, he pounded me. Each time he went in and out of me, I felt a sharp pain in my vagina and around. Soreness filled me and there was no energy left for tears.

There was a tiny hole underneath the cloak blindfolding me. It breezed up due to continuous oscillation. The first thing my eyes narrowly saw was a tattoo of an anchor on the top right side of his chest. It was a little different. The arm and fluke were just like flaming swords and the shank was painted like a white-bearded old man with his mustache flagging on both edges.

There was a last pound and I felt his spill inside of me. I became dizzy and my vagina became even sorer when he was done.

“You are born with your father’s name, his sins as well!” He growled and spat on me as I crumbled on the concrete ground like a dried log of wood with no purpose. Without knowing the identity of my molester, I passed out of emotional and mental trauma.

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“Maria! What happened!?” A voice shrieked in my ears as I slowly opened my eyes…