As I said before, this book is for my older readers, so for my younger readers, use context clues.

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"Sir-" She was intervened by him ambushing her, abruptly.

There was no hope of Jahseh coming to his senses so soon. The young dame was terrible frightened as he seized her up by her collar, forcing her up against the wall.

Of course she bellowed for help, only to have him cap her mouth with his hand.

He groused at her through clenched teeth, "Don;t tell anyone. It'll make things worse for you, baby." He shifted strands of hair out her ravishing, yet frightened face, "Believe me." He chuckled at the bloody hallucination of Miss. Rojas, the last killing he'd committed.

To keep her from calling for anymore help, he left one hand upon her mouth while using the other to slither up her skirt.

"No-!" She peaked down at his hand foraging beneath her skirt.

"Please no-".

"Shhh... Don't fret, baby girl. I promise it'll be worth it." He bargained with the petrified, young woman.

What ever he compelled, she did the exact opposite. He told her to open her legs, she locked them even tighter as he tried to pry them open. Unfortunately, her languid leg physique was no match for his ripped biceps.

Eventually, her legs snapped open as she figured this was a good time to cry for help, since his two hands were engaged in holding her legs open.

"HEL-" She was cut off by the sharp sensation of him sending a sever blow to her right cheek.

She wailed out as tears sluiced down her red cheeks.

"C'mon, ma. Let me just touch you..." He whispered, massaging the insides of her thighs, "Just one..." He licked near her private, "Touch." He finished.

"Mhmmm." She bit down on her bottom lip, keening.

"See? We're getting somewhere." Jahseh smirked.

"This is how it's going to go down." He pulled down her panties with his teeth, "You're going to let me fuck you" He said pushing a finger inside of her treasure, "-and you're going to like it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Got it?" He spoke in his raspy voice.

The terror-stricken woman stayed quiet, trembling to his touch.

"Got it?!" He growled, squeezing her thigh, causing an irritating sharp pain.

"Y-yes..." She morosely subscribed to his heinous plan.

The educated woman knew she had to keep put. A man who raped over 98 woman? It was best if she just took it.. Against her will, though.

"And you know if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." He said, sucking on his fingers, "No matter how beautiful you are."

He felt her muscles instantly tense up after his pitiless remark. Was this man human? Did he not have any empathy towards others? She had learned that day that he was only in it for the sex, or at least that's what she thought.

Sadly, she trusted his word. She really did believe that he'd kill her after the sex, which lead to her not wanting to utter this day to anyone, including her abusive husband. Work was supposed to be a vacation from all his gruesome beatings, but Jahseh wasn't making it any better.

Jahseh began lustfully licking her folds, begging for her fluids to make it's way onto his tongue.

Jahseh was very contended with his voice. They kept their promises, getting him what he craved this whole session.

"Why me?" She moaned, squinting at the image of him eating her out right before her.

"Why me? What?" He said in between licks.

"Why'd you have to rape me? T-there were other woman here. It's not like I'd wish for this to happen to them, but still.. me?"

"You really think I'm into the rest? They don't have your features, baby." He caressed her thighs.

"What features might that be?"

"Beauty, fat ass, big tits. You got it all, baby girl."

Her heart fluttered at his odd, yet charming remark. It still didn't make it sufficient that he was raping her.

"D-don't you think that's enough?" She hauled away from his tongue. It's not like she really wanted to, but she had to draw the line somewhere.

"I'm just getting started." He stood up, "I didn't even stick the tip in, ma."

Once again, she knew she was completely vulnerable. What ever he wanted to do, she had to sit through it, hoping he was one of those men who'd quickly bust a nut.

"Turn that frown upside down." He smiled, cupping her chin in his hands, lifting her face towards his.

She repelled to look in his eyes, not wanted to star evil in the eye.

He unanticipatedly dropped her head, shimmying out of his jean. She gulped at the size of his length through the Calvin Klein briefs he wore. It looked like it could do some serious damage.

"Scared, baby girl? Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He smirked at her.

Before he could take another step closer, the sound of jangling keys grew louder through the thick, wooden door.

"Shit!" He grumbled, scurrying to pulling his pants back up.

She also scrambled to get her skirt back up. Unfortunately, her zipper got stuck, preventing it from zipping all the way back up.

She sat back down, covering up her behind as Jahseh crawled under her desk as she scooted her revolving chair in.

It was Victor.

He knocked twice, "Can I come in?"

"Y-yeah." She replied, primping strands of her hair.

He waltzed in with a warm smile, "Hey, uh.. Isn't that creulla deville guy supposed to be in here, "

"He went to the bathroom, Victory." She simply replied, wanting him out in a hurry.

"Did you receive any new enlightenment on his background, yet?"

She felt Jahseh tug at her skirt. She quickly peaked down as her eyed her, signaling her to keep shut.

"N-nope! Not at all.." She smiled, acting as if everything was peachy.

"Um-Ok.." She caught him off guard, because quiet often, she was able to get material in a snap of a finger. "I'll be back later..." He said, shutting the door behind him.

She sprung up, "You have to go!"

"I didn't get to finish, though!" He protested, squeezing her ass.

She pushed him away, "No. Go now! My shift is over anyways, I have to go." She said, hurriedly collecting her belongings, brushing past him.

In the blink of an eye, she fled the building.

She hopped in her car, resting her head against the wheel. She had just gotten raped and now she had to go home and be welcomed by an abusive spouse.

This day couldn't get any worse for this young, overworked woman.

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She slugged through the door, immediately kicking off her heals, shattering onto the couch. She soon heard his heavy footsteps trail down the stairs. She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Where the fuck were you?" He complained, raising his voice for no apparent reason.

"Work." She dryly responded.

"An hour late?" He pestered some more.

"Sorry, Craig! Shit!" She scoffed, "I got tied up.."

Not even bothering to wrangle back and forth with her, he demanded her upstairs. "Get the fuck upstairs. I'll deal with you later."

She snatched up her purse and heals, stomping up the steps. She beamed her items into the closet, falling to the ground, crying softly to herself.

"What kind of a life is this!?" She pounded the ground.

She just wanted to feel loved, or at least numbed to the pain that was given to her daily. She was well-convinced that no one even cared about her.

After she was all drained, she crawled into bed as the event kept replaying in her mind. If he was that ruthless today, imagine what he'll do tomorrow.

She cringed at the thought of him finally getting the chance to pound into her.

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Jahseh roamed back into his cell as Divine ran laps in his mind. He couldn't wait for their next session.

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VOTE (This story is extremely short and basically to get my rating, followers, and completion up.)