Chapter 3. Virginity Taken by Force

The man kissed her roughly, then groped her breasts, twisting her nipples and drawing a moan from Cordelia. Yet she felt nothing but humiliation at the touch of this stranger. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He hiked up her dress, exposing her bare legs and the curve of her womanhood, barely concealed by her panties.

“N-no! Stop!” Cordelia screamed, trying to block him, but her hands were swiftly batted away.

The man ignored her pleas, deaf to her cries. His touch was relentless, violating every part of her. The smoothness of Cordelia’s skin only drove him wilder, fueling his aggression.

When his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, Cordelia’s eyes flew open in shock and terror. She writhed, trying to escape, but his grip on her wrist tightened, pinning her in place. His hot breath danced across her skin—making her shiver.

His mouth descended to her neck, lips trailing a wet path to her ear—where he nipped lightly. Cordelia’s gasps turned ragged as his fingers probed the delicate folds of her sex, his touch sending sparks of pleasure mixed with pain through her body.

“Ah! P-please let me go!” Cordelia begged, her voice strained.

The man ignored her. Instead, he slid a finger inside her, wrenching a sharp cry from her lips.

“Agh!” Cordelia choked out.

“Seems you’re tight,” the man sneered, relishing the sight of her flushed, fearful expression.

The aphrodisiac was potent. Cordelia’s body burned, every touch from the man both quenching and stoking the fire inside her. As his fingers delved deeper, her breath quickened, her muscles tensing beneath his ministrations. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head lolling to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. His mouth returned to her skin, lips tracing her jawline, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her flesh.

“Ah… ah… ah!” Cordelia moaned loudly.

“Yes, moan for me. I love the sound of your voice,” the man murmured, his words sharp, cutting into Cordelia’s heart. “You sound like a whore already. Don’t bother using tears as a weapon.”

Cordelia stiffened at his cruel words. Her mind revolted, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch even as her heart ached.

“I-I’m not a whore!” she protested between ragged breaths.

The man smirked. “Alright then, let’s see how long you can resist.”

His fingers continued their relentless exploration, parting her slick folds, drawing shudders from her body. Cordelia’s hips twitched, disgusted at her own involuntary response. Her thoughts spiraled—fear and confusion warring within her. She couldn’t understand why this was happening. She had no enemies, yet here she was, kidnapped and violated.

“You’re not just wet—you’re already used to my fingers,” the man taunted, his gaze dripping with contempt for the innocent-faced woman beneath him. “Well? Doesn’t it feel good?”

Cordelia shook her head. “Stop it… aaahhh!”

His fingers moved faster, rougher, plunging deeper with erratic rhythm—swift, then slow, then steady. Cordelia could feel herself growing wetter, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch.

“Don’t hold back…” he whispered.

As if hypnotized, Cordelia let out a moan. “Ah, ah, ah.”

Her breathing grew erratic, her thighs trembling as his fingers brushed a sensitive spot. The man’s eyes locked onto hers, dark with hunger. Cordelia’s eyelids fluttered shut, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her hips lifted slightly, seeking more.

The handsome man smirked again. “You look like you’re enjoying this. That innocent face doesn’t match your whore’s body.”

With brutal efficiency, he tore at her clothes, ripping the fabric with enough force to leave bruises. Cordelia’s skin flushed with shame and fear as she lay exposed before him, vulnerable and broken.

She knew what was coming next—she tried to fight. “No… don’t… please don’t!”

The man grinned cruelly, forcing her to her knees before shoving himself into her mouth. She gagged, choking, trying to pull away, but his grip was unrelenting.

“Open wider. Use your tongue,” he sneered, staring down at her with disgust. “I’ll make you beg all night.”

Cordelia could only shake her head weakly. He didn’t care, thrusting deeper until she coughed violently.

When he positioned himself between her legs, she could see the fury and lust twisting his features. She struggled, but his body overpowered hers. With a brutal thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, tearing a scream from her lips—a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.

“Aaaahhh!” Cordelia shrieked.

The man ignored her cries, her sobs—her agony meant nothing. He drove into her ruthlessly, his hips pistoning with brutal force, as though pouring all his hatred into her.

Cordelia couldn’t fight back, helpless beneath his savage control. When he finally reached his peak, he spilled himself inside her. But it didn’t end there. The torture repeated, breaking her body and her spirit until, at last, she passed out.

The long hours of suffering had shattered her.

Cordelia woke at four in the morning, curled into herself on the bed. Her body trembled with fear and pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable.

Her gaze shifted to the bastard who had stolen her virginity. He was still asleep.

This is my only chance.

Carefully, she rose from the bed. Her dress was ruined—there was no way she could wear it. Thinking fast, she grabbed the man’s shirt. It was too big, but she had no choice. Before leaving, she spotted his wallet and took a few hundred-dollar bills. She wasn’t a thief, but she couldn’t escape without money.

Treading softly, she slipped out of the room, whispering to herself:

“I have to get out of here.”