"No.... please, Van... no.." I pleaded between sobbing.
I was hurt. Totally hurt.
Not only physically hurt due to his force, rather mentally hurt because of the fact that my 4-year boyfriend was raping me in his room.
Like other ordinary days, we planned to watch some Disney movies, because we both like them, however, after he came back from answering a doorbell downstairs, his attitude became weird. I know him well so I know that there is something odd about him. He became even weirder as he followed me into his bathroom and started grinding on me.
"No Van... please babe.. stop.." he pinned me on the massive wall of his bathroom, his back facing the mirror. I could glimpse how his big build body covered my small frame. He started kissing me, a forceful one before carrying me to his king-sized bed.
Van was not this kind of guy. We were together since 10th grade until now, our second year at the University of Chicago. He was living alone in his apartment due to his family business in Spain. Van did not like to go back to his hometown in Galicia for the reasons, he likes Chicago, he loves me and he loves me again.
Van chose to stay in Chicago far away from his hometown, from his country, from his parents as he is the only child, what I always hear from his parents before, their único hijo.
He was nice and my everything but this. Right now he is a predator attacking and soon eating me alive.
"Van stop please!" I cried out loud. Tears were flowing down like a waterfall as my back hit the soft bed of him where we used to only cuddles and sleep together as is it. No other things because he knows that I reserved myself for our wedding day in the future.
Even though I am only 21 and he's 22, we already talked about our engagement and our future together. That is why... I have no clue what was happening now.
He finally stopped kissing me but a smirk born on his face. "Don't worry babydoll, I will be gentle, more gentle to a little virgin like you," then claimed my lips again still pulling up my hands to stop me from struggling.
Van stopped again from kissing me when he noticed I was not responding.
"You know what babydoll, I really care for you, I respect you, I love you so much, but I need you now." I glared at him. Love me so much that he hurt me and soon will take my virginity as if nothing. I guess I don't know him the way I think I know him. Tears continued to run down, yet I managed to give him my death glare he used to receive whenever we fight over something little and I know what's happening now will never be fixed up. NEVER.
"Don't just give me your signature glare, babydoll" he smirked and continued, "I know you will love this." As he started to spread my legs and kiss me in my private area. I moaned that gave him to kiss it harder.
"GIOVANNI!!" I cried.
"I love you so much, Lory" he gave me a peck on my lips before I felt numb down there. I couldn't move when I felt his manhood in my bare area and thrust it into my inside.
My best friend, my buddy, my big and little brother, my father and my mother, and my boyfriend. My Van was all gone.
I saw a small dot, yet visible because of its color red, on his left arm before passing out.
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Date: 1st January 2018
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My Ex-Boyfriend is a Mafia King
Romance"Hello there, babydoll," a smirked I was familiar with many years had passed by blocked my way out. "Missed me?" he asked as he caressed my pale face and put me into a secure hug. I was scared. My ex-boyfriend who raped me and happened to make me...
