My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: 382/Washing Me or Raping Me?

Chapter 382:

Julie’s POV

Jake retreated with slow, measured, and arrogant steps that dripped with absolute dominance, returning to his wooden chair with a coldness as sharp as ice to watch my torment. I pressed down hard on my knees, which were trapped and sinking into the black mud.

Forcing every ounce of strength, pride, and determination remaining in my muscles and my body which was bound tightly by those damn ropes behind my back I fought to balance my shaking frame. After a agonizing, shattering struggle that stole my breath and forced back my tears of humiliation, I finally managed, with a monumental effort, to drag my feet free and step out of that disgusting pool. Standing on the dirt ground, I exhaled a sharp breath, yelling with burning malice and blazing eyes:

"Jake... I will kill you!"

I lunged toward him with rapid, aggressive steps, my eyes throwing sparks of pure vengeance. But without a single warning, my foot caught blindly on the slick, muddy ground. I slipped violently, a sudden and humiliating crash that sent me face-first toward the earth. My entire face submerged, sinking into a thick, warm, slimy substance with a repulsive, suffocating odor that was absolutely intolerable. Simultaneously with my tragic fall, Jake’s loud, hysterical laughter echoed through the wilderness, a mocking sound that tore through whatever remained of my composure.

I lifted my head in blinding pain, my vision shaking. Opening my eyes with immense difficulty, the horror of the situation crashed down on me: I had landed completely face-first into a thick, foul pile of cow manure. I twisted my mouth in overwhelming disgust, a violent wave of nausea hitting my stomach. I screamed, my voice choked and breaking from the sheer weight of the humiliation:

"Damn you, and damn the day I ever met you, Jake! Damn you!"

He threw his head back, clutching his stomach from the sheer amusement of it all. He choked out through his breathless laughter, mockery defining his every feature:

"Oh my God, Julie... I am dying watching this pathetic, miserable state of yours! You look absolutely radiant covered in farm mud and shit!"

I spat the filth from my mouth with burning rage, tears of fury stinging the corners of my eyes as a crushing sense of helplessness gnawed at my heart. "You godless, subhuman piece of trash... get over here and help me up right fucking now!"

The foul stench was truly unbearable, choking my lungs, and the sticky texture of the manure coating the fabric of my dress and my bare skin made me recoil at my own existence like never before. I caught him out of the corner of my eye rising slowly from his chair with pure, arrogant entitlement. He adjusted the collar of his clean shirt with condescending ease. "Fine... come here, since I’ve taken pity on your ridiculous little scene."

His massive, muscular frame loomed over me. He grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip, hauling me upward with a mixture of violence and sudden, unexpected care to help me stand. The rough ropes behind my back shifted, digging painfully into my wrists. I hissed sharply, leaning close to his face, "Untie me right now, you worthless bastard!"

He locked his sharp blue eyes onto mine with a glacial firmness, squeezing my arm in an explicit, harsh warning. He spoke with a chilling detachment: "Julie... remember that you are in no position to insult me or rebel against me in any way. Watch your mouth and know your boundaries tonight."

I ground my teeth, the stubbornness rooted deep within me flaring as I threatened him, "I will kill you with these bare hands... I will destroy you, Jake. Remember my words."

He didn’t reply or flinch at my threat. Instead, he led me forward with hard, unyielding steps, guiding me through the rough, dirt paths of the farm until we approached the isolated wooden farmhouse. He stopped abruptly at the threshold. His eyes narrowed in disgust as he inspected my body, soiled from my hair down to my toes in manure and black mud. He spoke with a tone of absolute rejection: "No, no... you are absolutely not stepping a single foot into this clean house looking like a disgusting mess. You’ll ruin the place."

I screamed, my patience entirely spent, fury burning through my veins, "Then untie me! I want to clean this filth off my body and myself, the filth you put me in!"

A dark, malicious smirk played on his lips, full of wicked intent. "Don’t you worry about that, my sweet Julie... I will personally take care of washing you and peeling this filth off your gorgeous body right now."

He turned on his heel, moving quickly toward a massive plastic water hose coiled on the ground. The moment he bent down to turn the valve and pointed the nozzle directly at me, his sadistic plan clicked in my mind. I tried to back away, stumbling and frantically scrambling to flee and shield myself, but it was useless with my hands bound. Before I could move, a torrent of water hit my face and body blasting me with an icy, freezing force that felt as though it had been pumped straight from the depths of hell.

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