"Stupid whore.” the mafia boss spat out, his voice as cold and hard as a winter's night. He roughly seized her chin, fingers digging into her soft flesh with a cruel grip, then he swung his hand in a raw violence against her cheek. He slapped her over and over. Alexa trembling and wide-eyed with pain and fear as the each slaps stripping away her boldness. Now she is as afraid as a pig that about to get slaughtered.the mafia boss gave a chilling commansd to his man. "Take your turns, my men, all of you. At the same time." he growledThen, the men rose from their seats. Still naked, still horny, still wanted to death to smash this Alexa girl. Their eyes glinted behind their masks, filled with a savage desire and scenario of enjoying her body. Their lust for her body was palpable. All they wanted was to mar Alexa's beautiful skin, wanted to see it stained with their sperms. Each step they took towards her was heavy with desires.“Don’t tremble, little kitten. Such a beautiful animal you

After discovering the sketch, without another word, Gilbert got into his car. His hands shook slightly as he gripped the steering wheel, the weight of his newfound knowledge heavy in his heart. He started the engine and drove away from Alexa's house.****Jean, exhausted from the emotional turmoil and tension of the day, had drifted off to sleep beneath the grass, under the moonlight. Under the starlit sky, Jean lay handsomely on the grass, his beautiful faces softened in sleep. Peacefully, beautifully.His phone suddenly rings in the middle of the night, jolting him awake. He picks up, recognizing the number immediately; it's Alexa."Jean? It's 4am... What's going on? Someone broke my house, and where are you?""I'm sorry for making you confused, Alexa. I'm near your house... in the forest."Alexa frowns at his words."Who broke into my house? And why are you in the forest?"Jean's voice carries a hint of urgency when he replies."I can't explain it over the phone. Can we meet now? I

Alexa steps out of the taxi, her heart racing as she gazes at her old house. It's been months since she left, filled with fear and uncertainty, driven away by a stalker who sent creepy letters and clothes to her doorstep. But now, her mother has fully recovered and is waiting for her inside. Conflicted, Alexa finds herself torn between the past and the present, hesitant to return to a home she no longer wants to live in.Alexa walked into the living room and spotted her mother sitting on the couch."My beautiful rose," her mother said, approaching Alexa with a wide smile.Alexa looked up but failed to show any happiness upon meeting her mother.They embraced, yet Alexa felt no warmth.****After finishing their delicious lunch, Alexa's mother cleared her throat with a newfound seriousness in her voice."Alexa, my precious treasure," she began. "There is something of great importance that I need to discuss with you."Curiosity piqued, Alexa turned to her mother."What is it, Mama?" she

"I am not a princess. I am a whore." Alexa's eyes filled with sadness as she softly whispered, "Calling me princess feels like an insult now." The words hung in the air, Jean's heart sinking at the realization of the unintended hurt caused by his words.Leaning forward, she closed the gap between them, her lips passionately pressing against his. The passionate kiss ignited a fire of lust within them."We didn't get a chance to make love yesterday," Alexa confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I was busy visiting my mama." Her hands cupped his cheeks, pleading for him to understand."You called your mother 'mama'?" he asked a hint of surprise in his voice.She nodded. "And you?""Mother," he replied, with a touch of formality in his tone.A playful smile danced on her lips. "Damn, aristocrats are built differently."A mischievous glimmer appeared in his eyes as he pulled her closer. "Come on pretty darling, I want my vulgar whore inside me now.""Right, I am your whore. Do

As night fell, Jean locked himself in his room, pen poised over a blank canvas. With eerie anticipation, he created a bone-chilling sketch. In his creation, two Alexas were depicted side by side.One version of Alexa had a soft and innocent look with pastel colors. This was Gilbert's longing, captivated by her gentle charm. In contrast, another Alexa, dressed in bold red and black. Jean was drawn to this one, a woman he "created" to be his.But in a twisted turn reminiscent of a Stephen King story, the 'cute mode' Alexa was headless, her decapitated head in her hands. Jean purposely depicted this to symbolize his rejection of Gilbert's version of Alexa. In Jean's mind, Gilbert's Alexa was as good as dead. She was nothing more than an illusion, a phantom that failed to capture the true essence of the real Alexa. Through this horrifying image, Jean sent a chilling message to Gilbert: the Alexa he yearned for was just a fantasy, and fantasies had no place in harsh reality.He silently na