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I clamped my lips shut so I wouldn’t scream when the sudden pain hit between my legs.
My eyes burned, then blurred. A few tears slid down anyway as I stared at the dark, filthy wooden panel in front of me.
My knees were on fire from staying in that humiliating position and still… I’m the one who wanted this. I’m the one who chose to give my first time to the guy I liked.
Lucio. The son of a prosperous merchant from the Midnight Pack. A man I never, ever thought would notice a girl like me.
The same man who was now pounding inside me, taking my virginity roughly.
I knew it would hurt the first time. A friend warned me. So I guessed this was normal and the next times would be more… pleasurable?
My body rocked forward and back, harder and faster, his harsh grunts behind me, my palms scraping raw against the wood. Tears kept running down my cheeks.
No matter how hard I tried to stop shaking… I couldn’t stop crying.
This wasn’t how I pictured my first time. Not in a dirty barn. Not on all fours. Like an animal.
“Aaagh…” Lucio’s sudden roar came with a hot rush that flooded me. “Mmm. Didn’t think I’d even cum with you… but they’re right. A hole’s a hole.”
The words hit worse than the pain. Half an hour ago he’d been treating me sweetly, like he cared, like I mattered. I didn’t understand… did I do something wrong?
Was this what they called dirty talk in bed?
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to ruin everything with my lack of experience.
“My love… ah…” I moaned, more from hurt than pleasure, when he yanked his cock out of me so hard I had to grit my teeth. Sweat ran down my forehead.
The scent of blood hung in the air. While he stood up, pulling up his pants and zipping his fly, I stayed there like an idiot, trying to get up.
“Lucio, help me…” I reached out, desperate for anything warm, anything gentle. His face twisted into a mocking grin.
“I already helped you. Who else would fuck a fat girl like you? So you’re the one who should be thanking me… you’re welcome.” He looked at my naked body with pure disgust.
My trembling hands flew to cover my breasts.
He’d asked me to stay naked before I stepped into the stall and now I felt so stupid I could barely breathe.
“Lucio, what are you talking about? My love, I…”
“For Goddess’s sake, if I hear you call me ‘my love’ again, I’ll cut my ears off! Enough, idiot. Get it through your head, this was a bet! You really think a Beta like me would ever commit to a fat, wolf-less servant girl?”
I started shaking my head, tears pouring nonstop from my green eyes.
My chest hurt so bad I thought it might tear apart.
Thank the Goddess my wolf never showed up when I turned eighteen… or I’d be destroyed right now.
“Wait, Lucio, you can’t do this to me! You told me you loved me… You’ve been trying to win me over for months. What did I do to deserve this?!”
I lunged for his legs as he kicked the stall door open and stepped outside.
My fists closed on air, barely brushing his clothes. I begged him to stop, but he left me there, thrown aside like a used rag.
Something slick and disgusting slid between my thighs… his cum mixed with my blood and my humiliation.
I grabbed the wooden panel to force myself up and stumbled after him. I needed an explanation or I was going to lose my mind.
But the second I stepped out, I froze in the barn aisle.
“There it is. Proof I won the bet, boys…” Lucio laughed, weighing a bag of coins in his hand, standing beside two other men who stared at me like I was meat.
I covered myself with my hands, trembling hard, panic choking me as I took a few unsteady steps backward.
My eyes snapped to my red-flowered dress in one of their hands.
The same dress I’d left draped over the wooden door because Lucio asked me to.
I’d saved up so much to buy it. I wanted to wear it tonight for him.
“I fucked the fat virgin from Estingia Tower,” he said, snickering.
“Lucio, I don’t believe it… you… you…” The words wouldn’t come. My throat was a knot and my sobs were trying to split me open.
“You bastard. You trash. You piece of shit!” I finally managed, drowning in tears.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Boys… she’s all yours. In the dark you can pretend she’s hot. Her pussy’s probably still tight and she’s got big tits.”
“No… no… Lucio, don’t do this, please… please…” My voice cracked. “Help! Somebody help me!”
I started screaming when I saw them coming at me, unbuckling their belts.
Their faces twisted with sick lust. And Lucio told me I could scream all I wanted because nobody came out here.
I looked at his dark, mocking eyes in the distance as he walked away.
The face of the man I fell in love with for the first time… the man who sold me for a few coins after playing with me.
I felt my soul shatter. How could I have been so blind?
He left me alone with them. Hate mixed with fear and adrenaline slammed through my veins.
“Come here, pretty. We’re gonna have fun,” one of them said, and he lunged, setting everything in motion.
I wasn’t going to stay and get r4ped… again.

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