* Trigger warning: This may be a sensitive chapter to read due to its graphic nature and violence. Readers caution be advised. *
~ Zoie's POV ~
"Please... stop...!" Zoie cried and trembled. She could barely breathe, let alone open her mouth to speak.
"Shut up!" Giulio spat. He was sloppy, rough, and haphazard. Zoie felt pain she never experienced before. Like her gut was being punched over and over again.
Ash... Please... Save me...
Zoie could only cry and scream. Through her blurry eyes, all she could see was Asher. Maybe it was dumb to want Asher to come save her. It was dumb to want anything at this point. There was no escaping pain. No one was coming to save her. She was already torn.
"No-"
* SMACK! *
"I said shut up, bítch!"
Giulio slapped her across the face so hard, Zoie hit her head on the concrete, causing blood to trickle from the side of her head. And if that wasn't enough, Giulio flipped her body around mercilessly until her face hit the ground. She was lying flat on her stomach and he climbed on top of her again. This time, she had no way of fighting. Her hands were pinned under her stomach and his body was crushing her from her back. Zoie tried her best to squirm and writhe, but it was no use. Giulio guided his length into her core with his hand. It didn't go in so easily, but he forced his way into her again.
"Fúck. You're a tight bítch, aren't you?"
Giulio was grunting heavily. His body smacking against her back. Zoie's body went limp as she couldn't handle the pain. Everything was too much. The excruciating feeling of being so violated. The agonizing pain of this never-ending torture. And worst of all, the hopelessness and powerlessness that she was beyond saving.
"Boss!"
Suddenly, the door flew open and a few of Giulio's men came rushing in. There were three guys, one with a ponytail, one fat one, and one with glasses. Giulio quickly moved away and adjusted himself back in his pants.
"The fúck?!" he yelled at his men.
"They got to the location, boss, they're on the move!" Glasses said.
"You told us to let you know when they arrived at the woods," the Fat one added.
Giulio stood up and barked, "Next time, knock on the fúcking door!"
He then walked away and out the door. Glasses went to follow him, but Fatty and Ponytail stayed behind. Meanwhile, Zoie was still lying motionless on the ground. Everything inside her was burning in pain. She couldn't move an inch.
"Heh, what a pretty little bitch he got here?" Ponytail sneered.
"What's wrong, pretty princess? Are you hurt?" Fatty laughed as he kneeled in front of her face. Zoie could smell his breath. It reeked of alcohol.
"Looks like he hasn't finished the job," Ponytail said. He was standing behind Zoie, eyeing her body up and down. "Maybe she wants us to finish it for him,"
"You think so?" Fatty laughed again.
"Look at her, she's practically begging us," Ponytail said. Zoie then heard the sound of belts unbuckling.
"Well, don't mind if I do," Fatty said, unzipping his pants and roughly grabbing onto Zoie's face.
"...No..." Zoie croaked. She barely had any energy left to open her eyes. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, it just did. And all she could do was lay there helplessly, calling after his name again.
Asher... Help me...!
* BANG! *
Zoie's eyes jolted open at the loud gunshot. For a split second, she thought her prayers were answered. Maybe Asher really came?
"G-Giulio," Fatty fell back on his knees. As it turned out, Giulio had shot Ponytail right in the head. Ponytail fell to the ground with a loud thud. He was dead on the spot.
"She belongs to the boss, not to the dogs," Giulio said as he stepped closer. Fatty kept moving back until he hit a wall. He put his hands up and shook his head from side to side.
"S-sorry, boss. I wasn't gonna do anything. She was asking for-"
* BANG! *
Giulio shot him right in the eye. His blood splattered everywhere. It even got to Zoie's face.
"Some loyalty," Giulio scoffed and kicked Fatty until he fell to the ground. "Piece of shit,"
Fatty fell with a loud thud. His bloody face was now staring right at Zoie. Zoie gasped in fear and flinched back, but she couldn't move too far. Giulio grabbed the back of her head forcefully and threw her body around to the other side of the wall.
* THUD! *
Zoie fell again like a rag doll. She tried to crawl away, bruising her knees and elbows in the process, but Giulio only laughed at her sad attempt at an escape.
"Alright, stop playing around," he said, kneeling down behind her. He also grabbed her leg with one hand so she couldn't move further.
"P-please..."
Giulio let out a maniacal laugh. Then, Zoie felt something cold being pressed to her inner thigh. Giulio was pointing the gun at her core. Zoie was frozen. The mouth of the gun began penetrating her core. It was a sick, sick act. And at this moment, all she wanted was to die.
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"Eat,"
Zoie blacked out. She refused to remain conscious for whatever else Giulio was doing to her after that. The next thing she knew, she opened her eyes to a bowl of soup and a glass of water staring at her face.
"You gotta eat something," Giulio said. "We need you healthy if you're gonna be a mother,"
Zoie was starving and parched, but she refused to eat or drink anything. She'd rather die than to give Giulio the satisfaction that she was obeying him, so she kept silent. She didn't say a word or move an inch. Giulio took matters into his own hands and began shoving the bowl of soup to her face. Zoie almost choked as he forcefully made her eat the soup. She was coughing profusely, but it didn't phase him.
"Last night was fun, wasn't it?" he taunted. "Don't worry, we'll have even more fun today,"
Zoie moved her head away as she couldn't breathe. The tomato soup was spilled all over her face and neck. It was hot and it burned her skin, but she didn't even flinch. At this point, she was numb. Whatever happens from this point on, it couldn't be worse than what happened before.
"Oh, damn it, you spilled it everywhere!" Giulio tsked. Some of the soup was spilled on his shoes. He threw the bowl angrily until it shattered against the wall. "I'm trying to take care of you and this is how you repay me?"
Giulio spat and slapped her across the face, hard. Zoie could taste blood on her lips. At this point, she didn't care. She just kept wishing that he would hit her until she died. Because death is better than being here for one more second, feeling his dirty hands all over her face and body.
"What an ungrateful bitch!" he barked. He stood in front of her lifeless body and started unbuckling his belt. Zoie hated that sound so bad. Her body cringed and her eyes screwed shut, knowing what was to come.
* KNOCK! * KNOCK! *
But before anything else happened, the loud knocking sound at the door pierced the air.
"Not now!" Giulio barked at the door.
"Boss, it's an emergency!" the person behind it yelled.
"What is it?"
"They're on their way here!"
"What?!" Giulio screeched. He quickly went to the door and opened it. "How is that possible?"
"I don't know, we gave them the map to our Northern location, but the street camera just picked up that they're moving here!"
"How much time do we have?"
"About half an hour,"
"Why didn't you tell me sooner!?" Giulio roared angrily. "Get everyone ready!"
"Yes, boss!"
Zoie didn't know what was going on. She was facing the wall, she didn't see what was happening behind her. But she could hear a loud commotion. There were heavy footsteps, the sound of guns cocking, and the voices of men yelling.
"Looks like they're coming over ahead of schedule," Giulio's voice was heard from behind her. He then bent down and picked up her face with his hand, forcing her to look at him. "But that doesn't matter. We're still gonna give them a good show now, won't we?"
Zoie didn't even react. Nothing was registering to her now. As far as she knew, she was dead already. Broken beyond repair. Gone.
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