Chapter 1

Trigger Warning: Rape

Amelia's Point Of View.

It's not Friday the 13th today but why am I so unlucky? My phone's battery is dead, I'm hungry and thirsty, I don't have any cash with me and I can't seem to withdraw because I'm lost.

I don't know where I'm going!

I've been driving for a while but I don't really know where I am now, I only see houses and roads.

I took a deep breath before continuing to drive again while preventing myself from panicking. I thought that when I drive again I will reach my friend's house that I am going to so I am here now but it is night already but I am still here in the middle of the road and do not know where to go.

Why didn't I bring a power bank? I'm sure that friend of mine is worried about me!

I turned off the engine of my car and just sat back in my seat. What do I do now?

I looked at a big mansion in front of me when the light suddenly turned on outside of it causing it to get my attention, my forehead frown because of the exterior design of the mansion.

I quickly opened the door of my car thinking of a solution to my current problem, why didn't I immediately think to ask the people here?! That's the only thing I can do now!

I walked fast and breathed as I approached the big mansion, and when I arrived I sighed loudly and rang the doorbell. And I was surprised because it opened quickly and a tall man appeared to me, he looked like a club bouncer.

He looked at me from head to toe causing my eyebrows to rise.

"The prostitute that Sir Chase chose today is sexy," said the man, causing my forehead to furrow.

What the hell is he saying?

"What the fuck are you talking about—?!" I shouted angrily but I was stopped by the man's quick hold on my arm and forced me to enter the mansion.

"Let me go! I'm not a fucking prostitute!" I shouted angrily but the man holding my arm didn't seem to hear because he just kept walking while holding my arm. "Fuck you! I'll tell this to my dad and you'll fucking go to jail!"

Damn! He's too strong for someone like me!

I was surprised when the man suddenly let go of me and looked at me badly. "You're so noisy, do you know Sir Chase hates noise?!" he shouted angrily before slapping me hard causing me to lose consciousness.

"What the hell did you do? Are you sure this bitch is still alive? Why did she take so long to wake up?"

"She's so noisy that's why I slapped her, Sir."

"Damn it!"

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the white ceiling of an unfamiliar room.

"Oh it's looks like she's already awake," said the man so I quickly looked at him and saw him looking at me with a smile on his lips.

And I realized that I was lying on a big bed and my hands and feet were tied.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted. "Why are my hands and feet tied?! What do you want to do to me?!" I shouted angrily as I tried to break free from being tied.

"Why is this prostitute so innocent?"

I stopped moving because of what I heard and looked at the man who was looking at me seriously.

His face looks so cold, he's almost pale white. And his eyebrows were thin and narrow and had a pointed nose, his eyes are screaming coldness and violence.

"I have no idea, Sir Chase. Maybe she's just faking it," answered the man who slapped me.

What the hell, do they think I'm a prostitute? Why would they mistake me for a prostitute?! I don't know what's going on!

I looked again at what he called Sir Chase because he was looking at me seriously, he signaled the man who slapped me to leave the room, which he quickly followed.

"I'm not a fucking prostitute!" I shouted angrily when the man who slapped me came out.

"Oh really?" he said.

"Yes! So let me go!" I shouted, my throat hurts from repeatedly shouting.

He frowned and slowly walked towards me and when he got close, he quickly grabbed my jaw and made me face him, my breathing became faster when I saw his eyes.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to me then if you're not a prostitute?" he said coldly. "What are you a sex worker? A rent girl? But you're still a whore, right?"

"Fuck you," I said angrily and I frowned when he looks at my body.

"You have a nice body and I can't wait to taste it," he said and looked at my face seriously. "A strawberry sweet lips, a long black hair that suits you. Soft angled eyebrow shape and a dainty nose," he added.

"Fuck you! That's not a compliment!"

"Why are you blushing?" he said and a grin appears on his lips. I was about to shout again but was surprised when he quickly grabbed my top and ripped it off. I was quickly filled with fear because of what he did.

"Stop please! Stop! Fuck!" I shouted but he didn't listen and grabbed my bra and quickly removed it, and at the same time as he removed the bra, tears slowly came out of my eyes.

I tried to hide my breasts even though my hands were tied but he quickly came on top of me causing my sobs to get louder.

"S-stop please! I'm begging you," I cried but he seems like he didn't hear me because I could see the lust in his eyes before he finally kissed my breasts. "Help me please! Someone help me! Stop please! Please!"

I couldn't help but cry as he loved what he was doing. If I had known that this would happen, I would never have come to this mansion.