Kabanata 01
“Name?”
The sound of people shouting and keyboards typing echoed in her ears. She blinked. The man across the table irritatedly tapped the surface in front of her, making her intensely aware of her surroundings.
“What’s your name?”
She looked at the older man wearing a police uniform. She glanced around and realized she was definitely in a police precinct. What’s going on?
“Hey!”
She jumped in surprise when the old policeman shouted.
“Your name!”
“Crim,” she mumbled.
“Say that again!”
“My name’s Crim,” she said as her face started to crumple. Something was not right.
“Tsk. Last name?”
Confused, she looked down at her hands. They were cuffed. “...I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” The old policeman scoffed. “Look here, young lady. I said, look here!”
Crim looked up, confusion brewing in her eyes.
“Stop joking around, or do you want to spend even more time in jail than you already are?!”
She parted her lips to say something, yet she couldn’t explain anything to defend herself.
“Good evening, sir.”
Suddenly, an arm reached out toward the old policeman for a handshake. The policeman looked at the man.
“I’m Attorney Rodriguez. Crim’s lawyer.”
I have a lawyer?
The policeman’s demeanor immediately softened. He coughed and gestured for the lawyer to sit down. “I see. So this young lady has a lawyer. I’m Officer Dela Cruz, Attorney. As it happens, she was caught stealing at the supermarket near the bus station...”
Crim looked sideways at the man sitting beside her. He was already starting to negotiate her bail before she was even officially booked into the jail. Wearing a tuxedo and glasses, he looked like a very stern person. Crim didn’t know who this man was.
No, she did know him. He worked under... that man. What’s his name? That gang... no, is he mafia?
Attorney Rodriguez gestured for Officer Dela Cruz to step aside for a moment so they could have a private talk. Crim remained seated, still confused by the situation. She watched the two men disappear from her sight.
Suddenly, a woman in a suit approached her. She gently removed the cuffs from Crim’s wrists and guided her out of the precinct. Crim didn’t even know if she was allowed to leave, but because no one stopped them, she followed.
This woman... Crim knew her too.
“Belinda?” she muttered.
“Yes, young mistress?” They kept walking steadily toward the exit, and Crim realized she was being respectfully escorted.
Crim blinked once more. Belinda was her maid and bodyguard. I’m a young mistress?
Since Crim didn’t say anything else, Belinda kept her silence too. When they reached a shiny black car, another familiar man opened the door. Crim subconsciously trembled when she looked inside and saw another young man sitting there.
It’s him. She clenched her fist as a familiar fear invaded her heart.
She inhaled deeply as Belinda gently pulled her toward the car. Crim looked at Belinda. Though the woman was holding and pulling her carefully, her expression remained completely indifferent. Crim’s eyes staggered; the entire scene felt deeply familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
“No,” she weakly retreated, trying to shake off Belinda’s hand.
Yet Belinda’s grip was firm. She didn’t react in the slightest, as if she had been expecting this exact reaction from Crim.
“No, no!” Crim’s struggle to break free turned rowdy. “No! I don’t want to! Let go of me!”
“Young mistress, please...” Belinda said, turning to her. “I can’t hurt you.”
Crim’s eyes felt warm, and tears began to form as she shook her head. She looked at the man inside the car, and then at Belinda with pleading eyes. The fear was consuming her. Her body instinctively knew she would be in danger if she got inside.
But she was forced into the car anyway. Belinda was naturally much stronger than her. Despite her struggles, Crim was lifted and stuffed into the backseat. As soon as she was inside, the door slammed shut and the car moved.
She had struggled wildly outside, but now that she was trapped in the moving car beside the mafia boss, she tried to make herself invisible.
She heard the flipping of papers. She was too scared to move or look at what was happening beside her, but she could see the man’s reflection as he read a report.
“I was only gone for three days,” he said. “Did you have fun outside?”
“Hm,” she nodded, goosebumps breaking out at the sound of his voice.
“Come here.” She turned to look at him. His arm was extended toward her, demanding that she sit closer.
Crim’s body felt rigid. She desperately looked for a way to escape, but seeing there was no way out, she slowly moved toward him. As soon as she sat closer, she could feel his body heat radiating off him. His arm naturally wrapped around her waist, and he continued to flip through the stack of papers in his hand.
“Did you bathe while you were outside?”
Crim pursed her lips.
“You smell bad.” His voice terrified her. She was still digging through her brain, desperate for information about what was happening.
“I...” she muttered, trying to answer, but she felt his face move close to her head.
He sniffed her. “Garbage.” Yet he didn’t let her go. He tossed the papers aside.
“Elias,” she muttered, then paused. She wanted to tell him it was time to let her go. However, a strong urge stopped those words from leaving her mouth. But why? Why did she know all this? Why couldn’t she remember the rest of why this was happening to her? How did she know all these people, yet feel like she didn’t know them at all?
Those thoughts were thrown to the back of her mind when he lifted her.
“Kya—! Elias—Elias, wait!”
His hands showed no mercy, invading her blouse and squeezing her breast. She tried to grab his wrist to stop him, but his other hand yanked her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Before she could make a sound, he fiercely devoured her mouth. All she could manage was a muffled scream against his lips.
After groping her without holding back, his hand slid down to her shorts. Crim’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sudden development. He kept pulling her hair so tightly she thought he would eventually make her go bald. She tried to resist, yet it was completely futile to fight his oppressive sexual assault. His lips bit and sucked hers until she tasted the rustic flavor of her own blood. Tears continuously streamed down her face as the physical pain overwhelmed her senses.
She gasped, feeling his cold fingers playing with her clit.
“Slut,” he chuckled, inserting two fingers into her wet core.
“N-No!”
He didn’t stop, fingering her furiously. At this point, Crim felt so violated that even though her body warned her not to hurt him, she couldn’t take the humiliation. As his fingers rammed into her, she dug her nails into his face and scratched him.
“Fuck it!”
Instantly, she was thrown to the other side of the car. Her head banged hard against the window. She groaned, pulling herself up, and saw a smear of blood on the glass. She touched her forehead; the blood was coming from her.
Before she could react, strong hands grabbed her and threw her flat onto the seat.
“Stop! Stop!” she desperately struggled against his grasp. Realizing there was someone sitting in the front seat and that they had a driver, she cried and begged for help. “Please! Please! Help!”
She kicked and punched Elias. Luckily or not, some of her blows landed on his neck and crotch, causing him to groan in pain. But it wasn’t enough to stop him. She looked up at his face; he was grinning maniacally, with blood on his lips—she wasn’t sure if it belonged to her or him.
“I didn’t think I would have to tame you again, little slut.”
He pulled off his necktie, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and trapped her legs with his knees.
“Please stop! Elias, no!”
Overpowered, her hands were tied tightly to the ceiling grab handles. She knew shouting for help was futile and fighting him would only cause more damage, but Crim couldn’t stand to do nothing while Elias clearly planned to rape her. She continued to kick at him while he secured her wrists. When he was finished, the knot was so tight she could feel the blood circulation cutting off in her hands.
He mercilessly grabbed both of her ankles to stop the kicking. Working quickly, he pulled off his belt, skillfully tied one ankle, and connected it to the other grab handle on the car roof. She could only move one foot, but he easily restricted it. Her voice grew raspy and her strength began to simmer out. It was completely hopeless, but the adrenaline kept her from surrendering.
Then he pulled her shorts and underwear down, leaving her completely exposed with every desperate move of resistance. He took his hardened penis out of his pants. Her tearful eyes widened in terror, and she began to beg for mercy.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I wo—won’t—aah! Elias, I’m sorry.”
In the cramped space of the car where she was restrained and tied, Crim felt entirely repressed and powerless. Without hesitation, he forcefully parted her knees. No matter how much she shook her head and begged for mercy, he didn’t falter. He inserted his cock into her.
Crim gasped at the sensation of his foreign length pushing into the depths of her body. He gave her no time to adjust, immediately thrusting his hips and diving deep and ruthlessly into her. She cried, forcing herself to try and break free from the restraints, yet she only felt more oppressed. His lips found her mouth, kissing her without stopping his furious pounding.
In the end, Crim lost her vigor, but he continued to passionately assault her body. Seeing that she had given up the fight, he paused for a minute to remove her restraints. No words were spoken between them. She cried silently as he swiftly sat back into his original position, pulling her up to sit on top of him while he continued to pump inside her.
Her sobs and his heavy panting echoed in the small space, cutting through the sound of the car engine. Crim knowingly submitted to her fate, now realizing that her resistance would only ever be in vain.
Her brows crinkled when she felt his teeth digging into her neck. When she thought she couldn’t possibly cry anymore, she whimpered and buried her face in his neck.
“I’m... I’m sorry, I won’t d... do it again,” she weakly begged, hugging his neck with her sluggish arms.
He stopped biting her but continued ramming into her. Breathless, he pulled her hair, causing her to scream in pain again as he stopped moving.
“Look at me,” his magnetic voice echoed in her ears.
Crim looked at him, but her pitiful face didn’t make him kind.
“Move your hips, slut.”
She clenched her teeth, wanting to defy him. Seeing that she wasn’t moving and was just crying, Elias smiled. It was a devilish smile that sent a tremor straight to her heart. Against her will, she began moving up and down. She couldn’t help making sounds; they were lewd, and she hated it, but he liked it. He let go of her hair and just sat there, watching her every move. His eyes narrowed, seeing how much she hated every transpiring second and how she couldn’t do anything to help herself.
“Faster.”
Crim swallowed and tried to do what he said, yet her body had already reached its limit. Her knees gave out, and she collapsed on top of him. Afraid that he would physically harm her again, she tried to push herself back up when he remained motionless, but even her arms gave in.
“Tsk,” she heard him react.
She trembled at the thought of what might follow. He grabbed her hips and moved her body according to his liking; she felt like a soulless doll under his control. His thrusting hastened. He pulled her closer to kiss her, closing his eyes. She could feel his body intensify as he was about to cum.
“Maya...” he whispered lovingly.
“Hm,” she swallowed her sob as she felt the warm liquid gush into her. Right then, she closed her eyes, not knowing if she had passed out or simply fallen asleep.
