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Synopsis: A New Story

Author: Bellaboy
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-07 23:35:51

Marcella’s POV

Seven Years Earlier…

“Hold still, bitch.”

I scream against the hand pressed against my mouth as searing pain rips through my body. As hard as I've struggled, I can't move a single muscle.

Four young thugs with ski masks hiding their cowardly features hold down my limbs, rendering me immobile. I've never been so scared, as my throbbing and clenching heart reminds me with every strangled beat.

God, I don't want to die this way. Please give me the strength to go with dignity instead of begging these worthless pieces of shit to spare me. I continue to pray, beg, and plead inside my racing mind, willing my lips to stay pressed into a thin white line, effectively keeping the pain-filled pleas from tumbling out on gasps of agony and humiliation. After several seconds of tormented thought, I can't imagine why this is happening to me. I'm a good girl. From a good family. A sob lodges in my throat. At least I used to have a family.

“If you stop struggling, it won't hurt as much.”
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