THE GIRL WHO WAS RAPED

Chapter 8 Misery



In the morning someone knocked on the door. Amber was awake. She was sobbing still.

She saw Zayn in rush to open the door. It was jersey, zayn’s

ex-girlfriend.

She came inside the mansion and suddenly Started kissing Zayn right after it.

They both kissed each other for about a minute and suddenly started undressing each other there only.

It was freaking strange. She was Zayn’s ex-girlfriend and now they are making out here, here in front of his wife.

Amber felt pain.

She was already crying when certainly this happened.

They were kissing each other when zayn took jersey to his new room.

They head there and close the door.

For about an hour after the jersey came out.

She was wearing a bra and panty only.

She went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

She saw amber sitting on the bed, crying.

Her heart was occupied with utmost hate for Zayn.

How he can get intimated with some other girl in front of her.

Sawing amber, jersey came inside the room.

“Zayn loves me. We love each other for about a year. He married you just in a family pressure. So don’t think that you are his wife. I am his wife, not legally but will be soon. So stay away from him” jersey smirked.

Amber was still crying.

Jersey left and went back again into Zayn’s room.

Amber decided to leave the house. She saw Zayn just now intimating with another girl.

She had a fever, she was brutally raped and now this man is bringing other girls for sex but if this news will go to the media then zayn’s family will kill both amber and her grandmother.

She shivered a little in terror.

She was broken as she had no hope.

In anger, she stood up and went in front of the door of the room which was occupied by jersey and Zayn. She knocked on the door.

Zayn opened it.

She said to end whatever he’s doing. He couldn’t bring another girl here in this house. After all, he’s married now.

“You are not the owner of the house. Mind your own business. Jersey is actually my girlfriend and she’s not going anywhere “Zayn yelled.

He shut the door on Amber’s face.

Amber felt awful. A tear escaped from her eyes.

How can she see her husband with another woman though an hour ago he raped her? It was dreadful still.

Amber somehow managed to go inside her room as her stomach was aching.

She lay on the bed and started crying out loud.

She was in the utmost pain not because of her stomach but because of whatever was happening with her.

At first, her husband raped her and now he’s bringing other women into the house.

She couldn’t even leave the house, she could not even get out of this relationship. She felt like a trapped bird.

She could have told her granny about this but it’ll be useless.

Zayn’s family was super-rich. They can buy police officers too.

So amber decided to let the things be like they are.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

She hadn’t eaten food. She was starving but no one asked her for it.

She covered herself in her blanket.

She was still having a fever.

After sobbing for an hour she fell asleep again. In the evening amber woke up.

It was about 5 pm.

Suddenly something struck in her mind and she straightway went in front of Zayn’s room door and knocked it.

When she did that, the room opened a little itself.

There was no one there inside.

Amber felt dreadful.

She went back to her room. She felt hungry and again ordered a pizza for her.

She ate it.

Later as she was feeling better she started exploring her new house.

She started from the room she was in.

It had many pictures of Zayn.

It had many dresses of him in his drawer.

It had beautiful scrapbooks, picture books, pictures pasted in walled lights.

The room was of a sky blue color, maybe Zayn’s favorite color, she guessed.

She headed to the corridor. It was beautifully designed and decorated. Decorated with some walled Candle stands with burning candles.

There on the stairs too were candle stands.

On the table were vases with fresh daffodils.

She was first time happy in this house from the day she came.

Suddenly Zayn opened the door to ruin all her happiness.

“You.. you bitch who told you to come outside and spoil my house with your filthy steps.

Go and be in your room” Zayn yelled.

“Ah… why do you hate me so much? I was just exploring the house. Zayn we are married and we should accept each other as fast as we can. Then only we can get a peaceful life “amber explained.

“Oh really” Zayn shouted.

He slapped her again in furry.

He pushed her to his old room and locked her inside.

She shouted to open the door but it was all vain as no one could hear her voice.

Zayn went to the bar area and prepared a glass of alcohol.

He drank it and threw the glass in the opposite direction.

Amber was still shouting to let her out.

He opened the door and held amber’s hairs from behind her neck.

It was a painting. She cried to leave her but Zayn had other plans.

Zayn is a sexist.

It seems as if he married her for sex slavery.

It was like she cannot do anything so he can do anything to her.

No one ever went against the green corporation. Whomsoever went against it was never traced again.

Amber was in the trap of a psychopath, maybe. As Zayn is not that but he extremely hates amber.

He wasn’t happy in this relationship.

So coming back to the story…

He took her on the bed and removed her shirt and bra but not the underwear.

He was staring at amber like an animal.

He touches her like he is in utmost lust.

He already handcuffed her.

Amber was feeling helpless.

She was crying.

Later he intimated with her.

For amber, it was hard to take this more but she was trapped.

Now she wanted to run from here, from this animal.

But she couldn’t as it’s the toughest decision she’ll do.

After five hours of continuous pain and torture, Zayn let her and laying beside her fell asleep.

Amber took a deep breath as thankfully the torture is over.

Later memorizing her old days and crying she fell asleep too.

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Let’s see what happens next… lets see what going happen next


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