10- Ready

He woke up in the soft bed of his pent-house, the morning light came in through the large window disturbing his vision and he felt a strong headache, a product of what he had consumed during the night.

Argh- he complained dodging the white rays turning to the other side, meeting the red-haired woman who was still sleeping peacefully, but not because of the tiredness of a wild night, because the young heir lost his streak and his fame of being a Don Juan in bed, now he felt ashamed, with his ego on the floor, he has not been able to enjoy the beautiful woman nor she to confirm what was on everyone's lips and that all the women wanted to confirm on their own. That there was no other like Sebastian Aller in bed.

"I'm sorry, I can't" He exclaimed getting off the beautiful woman and sitting on the side completely humiliated. He couldn't shake the image of the young woman that had been wandering through his mind for days, it was a bad idea to choose a redhead to satiate the desire he had for his secretary.

-You'd better leave," he ordered in a loud voice so that the model would wake up. He headed for the shower, hoping that when he emerged from the restorative bath she would no longer be there so that she could not judge him.

Being the CEO of the company, he didn't have to arrive at the same time as all the other employees, but he needed to see Helena as soon as possible, he needed to remind his brain that the woman was no big deal and that he was just getting confused.

Helena still had the dark vision of her closed eyelids, but the sound of vehicles on the street, the loud screeching sound of the ceiling fan and her own groans woke her up. She slowly began to open her eyes heavily and felt an exhaustion she had never experienced before. Finally she was able to focus her vision, finding an old fan with bent blades and a damp stained brown ceiling. He moved his mouth and tongue, feeling his saliva pasty and his mouth parched, he needed water as soon as possible.

"What happened?" he asked himself inwardly, for he felt his throat was sore, he still had the recent blank memories.

She moved her body with great effort and regained the sensitivity of her skin, feeling the cold of the old room and discovering that she wasn't covered with the blankets underneath her.

Had she fallen asleep without even getting to cover herself? "You didn't even get to take off your shoes" she said to herself as she tilted her head and saw that she still had a shoe on, but she noticed something else, on her ankle there was a green bruise completely surrounding it.

"Did I fall last night?" she turned her face towards the window with old curtains that looked like they hadn't been cleaned for many years and noticed the daylight, that made her react and she stood up with a start.

-"I overslept, I must go to work!" she exclaimed hoarsely, but the moment she sat up in bed, a sharp stab of pain tore her in half, instinctively she brought her hand to her crotch and closed her eyes tightly as she bent forward moaning in pain. She reached under her gnawed skirt and found that her underwear was gone and the area was completely wet and burning as if a hot iron had been thrust into her.

With a trembling body she slowly pulled her hand up to her face, finding that it was stained all over with blood and a viscous fluid.

Suddenly her sense of smell was activated and she felt the scent of sex, invading her nostrils it was everywhere, on the bed, on her hand, on her body, in her mouth. Her confused eyes began to fill with thick, heavy tears, and she noticed the bruises on her wrists as well, still panicking she crawled on the bed trying to ignore the pains. She saw that she had stained the mattress with her own blood and slid towards the mirror that was against the wall, she stood up as straight as she could, but crooked, because she was in only one shoe.

Frightened by what she was going to see next, she first closed her eyes and tried to control the trembling of her body and to ignore the pain she felt all over her lower body. She took a deep breath and slowly opened her light blue eyes wet with new tears, meeting a woman who was not her. No, it couldn't be, that broken woman in the reflection was not Helena Deluna. She almost crumbled to the floor as she saw her bare chest full of red marks running up her neck, her hair completely ruined and disheveled, her tired face with smeared makeup running down her cheeks, she looked herself in the eyes and felt sorry for that woman.

Completely in shock she went back over her chest, and took a deep breath before encouraging herself to go lower, her belly was marked with several red marks and her intimate part....

...Her intimate part was a mess, down her lower thighs threads of blood and the fluids had dried, her white legs were now more purple and green, she looked like a white canvas full of paint splattered with cruelty, she could notice fingers marked on them and brutal bites.

Helena began to sob loudly and frantically denied that all this was happening to her.

-No no, it's not true," she pleaded, "It can't be, it's a dream.

But the pain she felt in her gut told her otherwise, the burning in her intimacy and the sore leg muscles told her that something had happened last night and as much as her head was about to explode from the effort, she couldn't remember it completely, only flashes like frozen images came to her mind, the sound of the girls' laughter, Katlyn toasting her. The dance floor and thousands of faceless silhouettes around her, then nothing. All confused, the feeling of cold, nasty hands all over her body, squeezing her, humiliating her, corrupting her. The heaviness of a foreign body suffocating her and a large, cruel intruder tearing at her privacy, entering corners that had never been visited by anyone else.

Because yes, the young redhead was a virgin, she had never done it with anyone and had simply resigned herself to not changing that, the years had passed and time was running out, she spent practically all her youth taking care of her father and then her little brother. She never had the time to meet someone, to choose the right one.

But now it had all happened in just one night and she didn't even remember it. Life had been cruel, it had taken away the most precious thing she had, the only thing she could give to the person who would be the right one, now she had nothing.

Resignedly she took her cell phone from her purse thrown carelessly on the floor and looked at the time.

It was 7 a.m.

Tears of pain fell down her cheeks.

In two hours she had to go to work, she still had to go home and explain to Carmen why she hadn't arrived at night, check on her little brother, take a shower and run to work pretending that nothing had happened. And the worst part was that she had no idea where she was, plus when she opened her purse she found her travel card missing and her wallet empty.

She laughed about it.

"That's what you deserve for stealing from your own boss" Said a cruel little voice.

"No time for regrets" She said to herself looking at her reflection "Take a quick shower to cover up as much as possible the marks and get on with your life, your brother is waiting for you, you must work and get the money so at least he has a better life than you"