It was so horrible to remember. That woman, Mrs Souza, my own neighbour, tried to touch me. In fact, she didn't just try, but she managed to get what she wanted; touching me.
I got along well with her because she had been our neighbour for a long time. She is a 32-year-old woman who lives in solitary. They said that she was married and lived with her husband before her husband died in an accident. The neighbours and people who live in the Seiraah town continue to gossip about her. They say she is the one who killed her own husband in the accident, but there is not enough evidence, so she was released from an accusation of the prison sentence. They also say that she is a mad and dangerous woman. My mother and I never believed the rumours because Mrs Souza was a perfect neighbour. She is also friendly and fun.
One weekend, she visited our house and said it would be her last visit because she will move to another city tomorrow. At first, nothing strange happened. Until she asked me to help her pack the things at her house, she took me to her house, and I did so without the slightest suspicion. After packing a few boxes, she asked me to take a break and drink the lemonade she made in the kitchen; I did.
I didn't know what was really going on, I felt an excruciating pain in the back of my head, and suddenly, I just found myself in an unfamiliar room. I didn't know where I was until Mrs Souza appeared from behind the door of this strange room.
"Miss Souza?"
"Are you awake, Erwin?"
“I… Where am I? And why did you lock the door?” I said after seeing her lock the door.
I thought that she was a crazy woman were just rumours; But, she was truly a crazy woman. However, she did not commit acts of violence against me. Instead, she undressed in front of me. Even though I was 13 years old and had my first wet dreams, I understood what she wanted.
I was frightened and began to take a stance to escape from there. But as if swallowed by fear, my body shivered and weakened. I sat back down and hugged my knees. What happened? I'm not usually like this. I always practice taekwondo diligently, some even invited me to participate in taekwondo competitions, but my father refused. He said, "Winning a sports competition doesn't help to enter the business department of the university of utopia, just focus on your grades". However, where are the taekwondo exercises I learned? Isn't this the best time to use those techniques?
"Now, take off your clothes, Erwin," she said after she was fully naked. Her body will not excite anyone at all.
I didn't do what she said. I kept quiet.
"Listen carefully, Erwin. You don't want to get your mother in trouble, do you? If you don't do what I want, I will scream, and you will be accused of being a rapist. You don't want it to do you?"
For me, being stabbed to death by a psychopath is better than being raped. And being raped is better than making my mother suffer because her child is accused of being a rapist. For God's sake, I don't want to bother my mother anymore; I don't know what my father would do if I were accused of raping someone.
I was so scared that my tears flowed. Why didn't she kill me? At least I will die and remember nothing.
Mrs Souza came up to me and wiped my tears.
"Relax, Erwin, the lemonade you drink will make you like what I did to you."
While taking off my clothes, she said to me:
“You know, Erwin.. I've been interested in you for such a long time, and I've been looking forward to this moment. You're so handsome. You are much more handsome than your father. Your voice, your golden hair, and your diamond eyes are all so beautiful. Don't be afraid, and I won't hurt you."
She laid me down after she made me naked. I just cried and kept crying. Somebody help me. She kissed my lips and then kissed my whole body. The world suddenly seemed to end when she was on top of me. Our bodies have fused.
"Just relax," she said.
I don't remember what it felt like; the world was in grey.
She let me go after she finished touching me. Luckily, she did move, and I never saw her again until now.
It took me a long time to forget what Mrs Souza did to me that night.
My life improved when I moved to the capital. In Utopia, things become even clearer. I came to a utopian to enter university. By then, I had realized why Mrs. Souza was attracted to me as other girls were. They nicknamed me “The eyes of Poseidon” because of my blue eyes, which they said were more beautiful than the ocean, a compliment I was used to receiving. It is not that different with a girl from our campus nicknamed “Aphrodite's looks” because of her beauty.
I was 18 years old when I came to Utopia. They say I have a beautiful physique. My height at that time was 184 cm, my hair was blonde and shiny like gold. And because of taekwondo and other sports that I keep doing, I have a fit and muscular body. I even got an eight-pack in my belly.
At that time, I was dating a girl in the biology department; her name was Anne Clarianes. She wasn't that girl nicknamed “Aphrodite's looks”. I don't like “Aphrodite's looks” even though she is the prettiest girl in our university. I prefer girls like Anne. Anne is beautiful too, and she has a tall body which I like. For some reason, I prefer tall girls to petite girls. I like girls who are taller than my shoulders. It's hard to find girls like that; even my male friends are only as high as my ear.
There were times when I visited a nightclub so often and did a one night stand there before I finally met Anne Clarianes at that nightclub.
The marjoria nightclub is our university's most popular entertainment venue. It is said that this nightclub was named the "Marjoria" nightclub after the eldest daughter of the nightclub owner. The owner was depressed and went crazy after his daughter was found dead from an overdose of illegal drugs in her room. Many say that Marjoria committed suicide on purpose, for whatever reason, no one ever knows. The origin story of the Marjoria nightclub has become the most famous urban legend at our university. It is told from generation to generation, from old lecturers to new lecturers. Not infrequently, exaggerated rumours arise about this nightclub. There used to be a senior who told his juniors about the nightclub behind the university. "Anyone who comes and gets drunk there will die," he said to the youngsters on fresher's weeknight. A far-fetched statement is even too ridiculous to scare the new students during fresher's week. Maybe he should have said that to an elementary school kid
“I'm tired of Utopia girls, mother,” I told my mother when I visited her that day. I was 24 years old, graduated, and founded my textile business when I realised how boring it was to date girls from the Utopia. They were always the same, adoring my physical appearance as if it was the only good thing about me. So often, they praise me for my good looks; I'm getting sick of it. I don't mean to be arrogant, but believe me, being looked at from head to toe by a girl turns out to be annoying. There used to be a girl who gave me a love letter; she said, "I believe in my feelings, I have been watching you for months". Doesn't anyone realise how terrible it is? Does the strange girl say that she was often watching me without me knowing her existence? I don't know how much the girl has peeked at me. I was feeling sick. She was just like a crazy stalker. Another competitor of my textile business said, "The company's stock rose just because of his handsome face". He never knew how hard I tried
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"Look what's going on, Nadya, the slut choose a rich man as her target," said someone from our behind immediately caught our attention. Nadya and I saw her. She was a middle-aged woman with a messy hairstyle. She looked fierce. "Auntie..." Nadya said while she separated her hands from my grip. "So, she is your aunt, Nadya?" I asked Nadya. "Yes, this is my aunt. Her name is Gerda." I smiled at the aunt. To be honest, she doesn't look like Nadya's aunt. She looks more like her grandmother. I wanted to tell aunt Gerda that I was going to ask Nadya out on a date. I want to confess that I was in love with her niece, but before I could say anything, aunt Gerda said some disgusting words about Nadya: "How much did you pay for this slut? You look so rich. You must pay high for one night with her. You don't need to marry her, sir. Just take her away from here before she sleeping around with the entire man in this village." Early, I want to be n
That's Nadya; she's a good girl, always trying not to hurt anyone.I smiled at her."My pretty Nadya, everything you say makes me believe that you are the woman who deserves to be my wife," I said. I" You still have time to think about your decision."I smile and nodded."I want to ask you something, Nadya. Do you love me?""Well...You are a goodman,... I have a huge feeling for you. I respect you, and I adore you.""Just because of an umbrella, and my mother?""Well, yes... but no... I don't know Erwin. Everything comes so sudden."Nadya looks desperate. She looks so confused."I understand. Let's take the time to make the decision. But I am so glad that you feel comfortable around me. I'm glad that you trust me.""I will die for your happiness, Erwin.""What?""I mean... You and your mother are happy.""Why?""Because you are kind to me."We smiled at each other, still
Nadya started to look out of breath, so I stop kissing her. Reflexively, Nadya pulled herself away from me. She no longer sits on my lap. I want more, I want more than just a kiss, but it seems that Nadya doesn't want to do that. So, I asked her:"Want to do it again?""I think that's enough.""But, I want more, Nadya.""Next time, okay?""Okay," I said.I want to do that with her, but I won't force Nadya to make out with me. I'm not a disgusting rapist. I never touched a girl against the girl's will, and this applies to Nadya."I want to go home, Erwin," Nadya said. I think she was getting scared."Sure, let me take you home."I took Nadya to the front of her house door, and I didn't forget to ask about our date tomorrow. Nadya said that she would be working in the fields tomorrow morning so we couldn't go for walks. However, I wanted to be with Nadya, so I planned to accompany her to work in the cornfield. Before going
We were both silent, not knowing what else to talk about. There, in my bed, I was with Nadya. I, too late, realize that this was a 'dangerous' situation for both of us, especially when Nadya and I started looking each other in the eye. A moment later, Nadya smiled at me... damn it, that smile made me excited again. "You are so beautiful, Erwin," said Nadya. "You're even more beautiful." Nadya and I brought our faces closer to each other, and we kissed! I think, when we kiss this time, Nadya also enjoyed it. The kiss was immediately released by Nadya when she realized I wanted more. Luckily at that time, my mother came home. But, If I am not mistaken, Nadya was the one who tried to kiss me first. I took Nadya home, and she promises me tomorrow we would date again. In the days that followed, we dated like a happy couple. We have become very close to each other, and we have often been seen together in public places. On the street, at the market, on the beach, in the cornfield, etc. The
"Nadya... Your mother and father, they saw us from heaven, didn't they?" I said to comfort her. Honestly, I don't know what to say to comfort Nadya's heart. I've never felt what she felt; the loss of someone I love, well... my father is an exception because I hate him, so his death means nothing."I don't want them to see me," said Nadya. I was surprised when I hear her words."Why?""Because I don't want them to see all the bad things that have happened to me all these times, I want them to rest in peace, in heaven."A unique and strange thought came from Nadya."I don't understand," I said."I know my parents love me very much. If they saw me being beaten or abused, they would feel bad, Erwin, their war and worldly pain is over, and now they are in heaven. Of course, it would bother them a lot if I looked unhappy here. Do you know? Every time someone does something bad to me, I always say in my heart: I'm not hurt, mother, father, I am com