My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 346:

Julie’s POV

I ignored the blatant trembling in my hands and the throbbing ache in my body that screamed with every movement. Stepping forward with staggered paces that bordered on staggering, I headed toward the wooden wardrobe. I gripped its edge for a few seconds until my knuckles turned white to gather my strength, then pulled out a pair of short black shorts and a light cotton shirt.

I put them on with a frantic, hysterical speed, as if trying to scrape away his filth and strip away the nakedness of my body that he had possessed and desecrated moments ago. My breaths came out ragged and lost, but my burning desire for revenge did not stop for a single second; rather, it grew like a rolling snowball of fury. I ran with bare feet toward my brother Steve’s wardrobe, flung its two doors open with a violent force that caused a loud creak, and snatched two wide, extremely sturdy leather belts.

I returned with heavy, audible, and determined steps toward the room, bending down heavily over Jake’s completely inanimate body. His relaxed features seemed still, calm, and provocatively irritating despite his current unconsciousness and helplessness. I placed my entire weight and my knees harshly over his broad back to pin him down. With fingers trembling violently from the horror of the shock, I pulled his massive, muscular arms behind his back.

I wrapped the first leather belt around his wrists with excessive force, tightening it with a blind, suffocating violence until the hard edge of the leather dug into his skin and cut off his circulation. The binding felt completely secure, locked to an impossible degree that would not allow any movement or loosening of his hands.

At that exact, fatal moment, fleeting, sudden snapshots flooded my scattered memory, cutting through me like painful daggers. I remembered how he had kissed me in that brutal fashion that had stolen my mind and soul before I could process his identity or realize that he was not my Robert... Damn it! Damn and curse that base scoundrel! Every single touch of his thick hands burned my nerves now, stirring a violent urge to vomit in the depths of my stomach.

I turned around with angry speed, stepped toward his massively extended legs, and bound them with the second leather belt with the same harshness, intensity, and malice. I secured his ankles with a total, restricting tightness that left his movement paralyzed for good.

I sat right next to him on the cold wooden floor, and another scattered, burning memory drifted inside me, one that was hazier, filthier, and cruder. I remembered how he was fucking me with that sickening hysteria... how he had penetrated the depths of my body, possessed me, and climbed over me in a way where I couldn’t even tell who he was because of the cursed liquor and exhaustion! My chest constricted with a suffocating pain that almost cut off my airway. I placed my palm trembling upon my head with force, digging my nails hard into my temples to the point that my fingers turned white and bloodless from the sheer pressure, desperately trying to gather the shattered pieces of my scattered mind to connect the threads of what had actually occurred on that nightmarish night.

But the images were fading, interlacing, and clashing in a frustrating, nerve-wracking manner.

Damn it! Is this all I remembered of his filth?! Did he exploit me like this and violate the sanctity of my body, with this sheer simplicity, insolence, and baseness?! I felt a violent dizziness spin through my head, darkening the vision before my eyes. I shouted in a choked, tearful, and muffled voice that filled the empty room with burning oppression:

”How did this happen, for heaven’s sake?! How did I let this demon do this to me with such absolute filth?!”

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Jake’s POV

I felt the biting, fierce stinging of ice-cold water strike my face and eyelids with a sudden, stormy violence, as if sharp, frozen knife blades were digging into my skin without mercy to force me awake.

I opened my eyes in utter bewilderment, releasing a panting gasp of absolute shock as the dense darkness slowly cleared from my vision. In that exact, cursed second, a burning, ripping, and blinding pain flared behind my head from that treacherous blow, and at the bottom of my back in a terrible, harsh, and lethal way that no normal human could endure in any form.

My jaw muscles clenched with muffled malice, and a ragged, panting, and rough voice emerged from between my pain-trembling lips:

”Damn it... fuck... what the hell happened to me?! Who did this?!”

I tried to turn my exhausted head, which felt as heavy as lead, to see what had happened and who was around me in this spot. I found Julie sitting with an overwhelming, dark, and terrifying coldness on a wooden chair directly beside me.

The pale threads of morning light wrapped around her slender body, while she held a vacant glass cup in her hand, having just poured its ice water onto my face to wake me from my blackout. I looked with sharp dread and a shock that shattered my being at my current position, only to discover the cursed surprise... I was cast on the floor in all my massive size and height, completely naked, with my wrists and feet bound tightly and severely behind my back with wide, harsh leather belts that cut off my breath.

I ground my teeth with a resentful spasm that made the bones of my face stand out sharply. I said, the veins in my neck bulging from the blatant insult that humiliated my manhood:

”What the hell is going on here?! What is this madness, Julie?!”

She distorted her lips into a cold, toxic smile vacant of any human emotion, and glared at me with hateful, black eyes brimming with loathing, saying in a highly provocative calmness:

”Good morning, sunshine, Jake... I hope you got a comfortable amount of sleep after your wild night.”

I began to move my wrists with frantic, sudden, and powerful motions, using every single ounce of strength in my muscles to break my cursed bond and stretch the belt. The muscles of my back, shoulders, and naked chest began to spasm and bulge violently, trying to shatter this ridiculous leather restraint, but I couldn’t budge it or move myself a single inch forward. I was bound in an expert, firm, smart, and highly professional manner that left my massive body no loophole to slip through.

I caught my panting, burning breath with difficulty, fixing my sharp, laser-like blue gaze on her close face, and said in a commanding, rough tone:

”Julie... stop this ridiculous game and loosen my bond right now without discussion before I move myself!”

She raised her eyebrow in scoffing, pressing her palms hard against the armrests of the wooden chair, saying in a sharp, dry, and stern tone that twisted her features:

”Loosen your bond with this simplicity and ease?! Why the hell would I do that?! Do you think I’m stupid enough to leave a filthy monster like you loose after what he committed?!”