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It took me seconds to realize the situation I was in. There was a man over me—smells like shit—his disgusting breaths on my bare neck as he was trying to tear off my pants.

I pushed him with all the strength I could muster, forced by a wave of adrenaline. And he staggered a few steps back, but it was a short-lived victory.

It was too dark that I couldn't recognize his face features. All I could see was his shiny evil eyes.

I screamed desperately, “Help! Someone help me, please!”

“Shut up, you little slut.” he hissed, slapping my face, and roamed over my bare thighs with his other hand.

When I was about to scream again, he covered my mouth with his hand.

My body was betraying me, I started losing it and I felt interacted. I shook my head to both sides trying to keep myself warned. I bit down hard on his palm and scratched his face.

My defenses started to crack. I felt something was off with my body. I must be drunk.

“You, little bitch!” he shouted, grabbing my hair and I cried out in pain.

The room door cracked open and a dim light surged in just to see a tall figure standing at the doorway almost blocking the light behind him from the corridor.

I was in a daze, and whatever it was in my blood, it took over me and felt my body's temperature unbearable as a beating pulse between my legs stormed. I wanted to take off my pants and bra.

The tall man just said, “Fuck off!” And the bastard got into his pants and fled after he mumbled in horror, “Il Cattivo!”

Then, a hot masculine body. Hot breaths. And hot kisses. It was all I could remember beside my weak whispers as I said, “Help me, please. I'm burning.”

******

When I woke up, the sunlight was already lingering through the black curtains of an unfamiliar room. In panic, I pulled the black bedcover off my body just to see that I was naked.

My body ached once I saw that it was full of bruises and scratches. And my heart sank from the view of the blood stain on the bedsheets.

The reality hit me.

I’d been raped.

Violated.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to remember exactly what happened last night. It was the drink that my bestie Liana handed me. Could it be that she put something in that drink? Sn aphrodisiac, perhaps?

Then, last night events ran in my head like a film tape.

**Flashback**

“Try this, Mila! It will make you relax.” Liana handed me a glass of wine with a challenging look in her eyes.

I scanned the place, fearing that maybe one of my foster brothers was here. I couldn't imagine their reaction if they saw me at a nightclub. No good. I know.