Trampling Stories Novels & Stories

Falling into the hands of this perverted beast was a totally different case! She silently prayed that God could make a miracle and save her from this nightmare! Lord, please don't let him win and do anything he wants to do to me! "Over here, sl*t!" He dragged her into the center portion of the maize and even forced her to lie down on the grasses. "Let me go, b*stard!" She struggled repeatedly, but to no avail. He hit her again with a slap as he positioned himself on top of her. She cried in pain and horror.

Why would they take me into the woods just to kill me? Oh my God, are they planning to rape me and then kill me? No no no no... I can't let that happen. I don't want to die like this. So many terrifying thoughts popped up in my head and all the things that could happen to me. My eyes began to sting and saltiness gathered at my waterline. Stop crying, Jasmin. Crying isn't going to get you anywhere, but it will only add to your problems. I scolded myself. I continued to blink away, trying hard not to cry and compose myself, knowing that crying would only cause me more trouble. It took everything within me to keep the tears at bay.

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.