CHAPTER 5

VALESKA

How many times did he cum inside me?

Not once, not twice, not even thrice!

Dante went all out on me, pumping his semen into me, ignoring how silent I had gone from all the struggles and shock inflicted on my soul.

Worse, he made me look him in the eyes as he thrust into me from the front, making me watch him pleasure himself with my own body!

I felt filthy, dirty!

And when he made that moaning sound, pumping another load into me... Fear finally washed over me when he grabbed me roughly from the neck, giving one more hit to satisfy himself.

The way he stared into my eyes sent my soul hiding cowardly behind my shivering bones, leaving my body to tremble before him, as he kept on looking.

It was dark, cold, soul-wrenching.

I could feel my blood turn cold and my organs shivering, afraid of the monster before me.

That courage I once had to face this man was gone. All I felt was endless fear.

Dante pulled himself off me, leaning back on the wall to catch his breath.

His cock that destroyed me finally came settling, coated with my blood and his cum all around.

I slowly pulled myself off the floor, dragging my weak body into the corner, feeling every part of me shaking.

My dress was ruined. The special panties I got to show off to Steve was ripped to nothing.

Everything is ruined.

It's over.

"Steve," I sniveled his name, feeling my eyes welling up with tears.

That's when my phone which was on the wall, started buzzing.

Someone is calling. It has to be Steve!

Looking up at where I placed my phone, I tried to get to my feet and reach for it, but my legs couldn't even move.

I was crippled in place.

Dante, who saw me trying to get the phone, grabbed the phone and checked himself.

From the way his brow narrowed, I knew it was Steve calling.

Dante groaned over the constant ringing and angrily switched off my phone, placing it in his pocket.

He gave me one threatening stare. A glare that made my heart jump right into my throat, forcing my body back into the corner, trembling like a coward before him.

I was scared, really scared!

I couldn't read the terrifying looks in his eyes anymore. I don't know what he was thinking next.

A hint immediately came to mind when Dante's cock began rising again, turning hard like it had never had sex before!

When I saw this, my fear increased and I flinched, covering my face, pushing myself into the wall.

Now I understand the look in his eyes. He's... He's not done!

"Please, no. Please!" I cried, pleading with him not to come any closer.

"Please," I begged, crying helplessly, praying he listens and stays back.

As I hoped, Dante didn't come near. He just pushed the stall open and left. That's when the shower came running, revealing where he was.

I was terrified to even step out from the stall, frightened he was waiting for me to make my move so he'd pin me down again.

"Oh God. No!" I cried bitterly, holding my dress up to my mouth, staring at my own blood on the floor.

He didn't show me mercy. He didn't care.

He just did what he wanted and... Oh God!

I don't know how long I stayed there crying. But I finally lost the strength to cry anymore and carefully pulled myself up, slowly stepping out of the stall and over to the shower.

Dante was long gone.

It was just me and my own mess.

I managed to turn on the shower, letting the water pour all over me, washing away the blood and the fluids that came flowing out from my body.

Under the shower, I wished I could just drown myself and die. But that's when I heard my phone ringing.

It's still in the bathroom?

I looked over at the door and saw it lying there, abandoned just outside, almost blending with the floor.

The ringing pulled me out from my thoughts as I crawled over to pick it.

It was Steve who called. He called fifty times and left forty messages too.

I could already imagine what his texts would say, still I opened it and read Steve's angry words, as he vented his anger at me for abandoning him on his own birthday.

One message shredded me completely because Steve thought I chose to stay back out of fear of making out with him.

"It's okay if you said you didn't want to come. You didn't have to keep my hopes high," I read his last text, and that was it.

Broken, I managed to get to my feet, holding my phone close, staggering back to the female dressing room inside the station.

The station looked empty, like I was the only one inside the building. I know other cops are around, but I didn't have the strength nor the courage to go speak to any of them.

All I wanted to do was to get out of this place and down to the nearby hospital, quick.

So, I changed into my other clothes, placed a call through to Steve hoping he answers. But he didn't.

His line was unreachable. I felt lonely.

I managed to leave the station with only one cop seeing me leaving.

The cop didn't even care to ask why I was leaping like I got hit by a truck. He just smiled at me like he knew what went down.

He must think I'm like those slutty female cops who would throw themselves to any man with huge dicks.

I just want to go far away from here.

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At the hospital, I got a female doctor to help flush out every semen Dante left inside me.

She was stunned when she saw how my vagina got penetrated with force.

"Goodness. You said your boyfriend did this?" She asked with concern, looking at me.

I told this horrible lie because I was ashamed to open up and tell her I was sexually assaulted at the station by a notorious criminal.

This woman already recognized me when I came in. The brave lady from the TV. How could I tell her this brave woman got raped?

"Yeah," I planted a fake smile, hiding my pain.

"He got too rough with me out of excitement. I kept reminding him it was my first time and... You know how men tend to get horny when they've been starved," I laughed, so she'd think everything is alright.

She hummed over my lie and said, placing a blanket back on my lower part, "I can understand you love birds, but your boyfriend didn't do right by being rough on you like that. It's your first time for heaven sake. What if he had damaged something."

"Please for... Forgive me," I forced that word out, grabbing tight to the hem of the blanket, trying hard to hold back my tears.

The doctor sighed and decided to help clean up my wounds properly, prescribing some drugs I need and advising me to stay in bed for a week to heal.

"I wish he came along. I would have scolded him for this rubbish," she vented, lifting my blanket to resume with her work.

I just laid there, feeling my chest tighten over my lies.

But I had no choice.

I feel so ashamed and scared.

I don't want to go back there anymore.

Everything is ruined.

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As the doctor advised, I didn't go to work the next day but stayed at home, locked indoors, waiting to rot away.

I had pleaded with the doctor to create a report, saying I am extremely sick, so I could send it in to my commander, so I won't have to come to work for a whole two weeks.

She understood my embarrassment and created the report, which I sent to both my commander and captain, telling them I couldn't come in.

My commander was worried and gladly granted me this leave, but Scarlet was fuming, and even placed a call through to speak to me.

"Seriously, Valeska? You haven't used a month here with us and you're already taking a leave?! Wait till the commander hears about this!"

"I already told him and he approved my letter," I spoke coldly, wrapped in my blanket.

Scarlett groaned at this and said, "So who's going to do your work for you? You know well that Dante Cross won't allow any of us near him. You're the magician here so..."

"Find a way yourself, Scarlet!" I shouted, ending the call on her.

That name stirred up my emotions, making me cry again as memories from last night flooded my head, killing me for the hundredth time.

And to think I wanted to save him from being attacked, only for him to kill me with his own hands.

Recalling those men, I grabbed my phone to see if it managed to even pick any evidence from them before they ran away.

But all I heard was Dante's moans and my helpless faint cry, begging and begging and... "ARGH!" I threw my phone to the ground, breaking into tears again.

The horror from last night was haunting me over again. I can't escape this nightmare.

I'm trapped in it forever.

Unable to shake this feeling off, I crawled over to my phone and tried to call Steve for the hundred and fifteenth time today. But his line wasn't reachable.

It's like he blocked me completely and I had no way of confirming this.

I tried calling his parents, but none of their lines were going through.

Filled with loneliness, I called my uncle and he immediately answered, playing calling me Chief of Police.

"Hey, Uncle," I sniffed, laying down in bed.

"Valeska? What's wrong with you? Are you okay? You sound so down," My uncle became worried, as he tried to find out what was bugging me.

I couldn't tell him that I was raped. That would shatter him completely.

All I could do was request for a nice story so I could sleep.

"I've been ill all night and couldn't catch some sleep. Can you tell me a story?"

"Oh my sweet child. Of course."

"Thanks uncle," I sniffed, as he began his story while I listened with heaviness in my heart.

.

Six days into my leave, I was slowly getting better down there. But deep inside, a huge part of me was gone for good.

My courage, my joy, my dignity, my world...

I couldn't step outside of my home without trembling or fearing that someone like Dante would pop out from the corner and hold me down.

I resorted to online orders, receiving things from couriers, and only picking my package once they were gone.

I lost the zeal to embrace the outside world.

I want to stay indoors.

Steve's silence made it worse. In these six days, he no longer answered my calls but blocked me completely from his life.

I felt so guilty and sad, crying myself to sleep, only for a call to come in from the station.

A call from the commander himself.

"Yes sir?" I answered weakly, sniffing.

"Miss Cathaway, how are you feeling so far?"

"Getting better, sir. Thank you for asking."

"Yes, yes. Um... Miss Cathaway, I know you're sick but can you try to come down to the station and help us quickly with something?"

"Whats that sir?" I asked, sitting up.

That's when commander Donald worriedly told me about the everyday chaos at the prisoner block, caused by Dante Cross.

When I heard his name, my body crawled with fear, and my phone almost fell out of my hand.

"Da-Dante Cross?" I stammered his name, trying not to think of that night.

"Yes, Cathaway. After you went on your leave, he has been causing problems upon problems, refusing any order from any other cop. Yesterday he almost sent Scarlet flying off the floor of his cell. Luckily she was saved in time by fellow officers. He's... He's a menace."

I gulped, trembling.

"Look, Cathaway. You're the only officer that can put that man in his place. Please, come over and stop him before he ends up killing someone. Two inmates got stabbed by him today, and the cops couldn't even get near him."

"But... But sir, my doctor said I shouldn't step out of bed until..."

"We'll make arrangements for you. I'll send a car over to get you. Please come."

"But sir..."

He ended the call, ignoring my words.

"But I don't want to go there. I don't want to see that man," I feared, wrapping my arms across my body.