Chapter 4. She runs into him again

In the end, if she looked at it from a positive point of view, Gabi's help wasn't so bad, since she could help her get Giancarlo into the rooms so he could do whatever he wanted with that young rookie.

She smiles victoriously to herself. Even though she had to share the money with that idiot, at least she could use her as a scapegoat if something went wrong.

"And where do you want me to take him?" Gabi looks at Ross out of the corner of her eye.

"To the new girl's room." Gabi's eyes widened after hearing those words.

"Are you crazy? That girl isn't even ready for this. How could you offer her to Giancarlo? Do you know what that guy would do to her?"

"Does that concern you?" Ross looks at her over his shoulder with a stern gaze.

Gabi faces him and remains silent. She didn't care about the new girl, but if the boss or Marcelo found out what they were doing, they could get into a lot of trouble.

"They'll put a bullet in our heads if they find out."

"Do you want the money or not?"

"Of course I want it!"

"Then do as I say, understand?"

Gabi turns her eyes and sees Marcelo talking to Dori. She bites her lip and wonders what the hell she'll do to help Giancarlo get into the rooms.

"I'll leave the rest to you." Ross walks over to where Marcelo is, and Gabi tries to stop him, but the idiot is already far away. Then the blonde looks over to where Giancarlo is, seeming to wait for a signal.

[...]

After eating, Natalie sits on the bed and checks the bag. The clothes inside are a dress that is not at all comfortable. She throws the bag away from the bed as she looks at the door.

"Don't think I'm going to become just another whore in this place."

She let out a breath as she pulled her legs up and hugged them, wondering how the hell she was going to escape from that place. She buried her head in the hollow created by her knees and chest.

Meanwhile, Sonny finishes signing one last document when he stops moving his hands as he remembers that honey-colored gaze. He frowns noticeably as he squeezes the pen in his hand.

"What the hell?!" he exclaims in surprise.

He finishes signing the permit and reluctantly drops the pen, leaning back in his chair and staring into space. He wonders why that girl's gaze came to mind.

He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes slightly as he remembers the color of those eyes that looked at him with determination and defiance. He abruptly stands Sonny up and heads for the door.

Meanwhile, Natalie tries to open the door with the fork they left her from her meal. She tries to insert one of the metal prongs into the small hole in the doorknob, but it's useless; she can't open the damn door.

But she doesn't give up and continues. She has to do it before someone enters her room and ends up raping her.

Desperation was pushing her to the limit, but she was willing to do anything to defend herself.

While she was trying to escape, Gabi managed to get Giancarlo into the hallway of the girls' rooms. The young woman was scared to death, but she wasn't thinking twice about it because of the money Ross would give her.

"Where is her damn room?" Giancarlo was getting desperate because that bitch wouldn't stop.

"It's that room," she pointed to the door from a distance. Giancarlo pushed it open abruptly, causing Gabi to hit her shoulder against the wall. "You have to be careful when you leave. Marcelo can't see you leaving this section."

"Don't get involved in my business, you fucking bitch."

Gabi watches as Giancarlo stands at the door and pretends to open it. The blonde shakes her head and quickly retraces her steps. Whatever was about to happen, she didn't want to be in the middle of it.

Giancarlo looks down the hallway and sees the bitch running away, shakes his head, and enters the room.

Natalie, sensing that someone was trying to enter the room, quickly backs away as her heart races, then remembers the we have and hides it so she can take it out if she finds herself in danger.

As soon as the door opens, her eyes widen as she looks at a complete stranger with a lecherous expression on his face. The young brunette blinks several times as the man closes the door behind him and smiles with extreme malice.

"Wow! Look how pretty you are.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Natalie could no longer back away as the bed was behind her.

"You know very well what I'm here for. Let's get this over with quickly, shall we?"

"I want you to get out of my room."

"That won't be possible, sweetheart!" He locks the door to prevent anyone from entering the room.

This action frightened Natalie because she knew that no one would help her; she would have to defend herself against this man. She clutched the knife in her hand, keeping it hidden behind her back.

She had never hurt anyone in her life, but at that moment, it was necessary.

"Let's play a little game. I'm just going to penetrate your pussy a couple of times. You'll get used to it and you'll even like it.

"Go away, you damn pervert."

"Ah! So you're one of those rebellious types who likes to put up a fight. I like women like that. I think our encounter will be fun. If you behave yourself, I promise I'll reward you with a nice tip."

Giancarlo pounced on her without giving Natalie any time to react. The man was on top of her and easily slipped between her thighs, then buried his face between her neck and breasts.

"Nooooo," she screamed, but he covered her mouth so tightly that she felt like she was suffocating.

"Shut up, you fucking bitch, don't ruin the moment.

The fork she was holding was behind her, and when that man pounced on her, she didn't have time to defend herself, but she tried with all her might to pull her arm out to at least hurt him.

"This moment they've given me won't happen again, you better cooperate, bitch."

She shakes her head as she trembles beneath him, but she can't get him off her. Giancarlo rips her shirt open, exposing her bra, and squeezes one of her breasts hard, causing her to wince.

However, Natalie was filling with rage every time that man groped her body without her permission. She looks firmly at him and thinks about stabbing him in his damn face with the fork.

"Ohhhh, yes! You have such nice tits, you're a perfect whore. Not like the others, their tits don't have the firmness that yours have.

Giancarlo's hand moved down the center of her body to reach the waistband of her shorts, and that's when Natalie shuddered even harder because she wasn't going to let him continue touching her like that.

"Stay still, we don't have much time. I'll just stick my dick in your virgin pussy to make you enjoy the good stuff."

She complains and refuses, unable to speak because the man's hand continues to cover her lips. But that makes her even angrier... when the man unbuttoned her pants, she opened her eyes a little wider.

She feels him slowly pull down his pants at the sides and she shakes her head more often. She was hurting her back with the sharp prongs of the fork, but she felt she was managing to free her arm, and that was all she needed.

"Yes, show me that unused vagina. I'll be the first to taste the sweetness of your pussy. Doesn't that turn you on a little?"

Giancarlo smiles maliciously as he licks his lips at the sight of the pubic hair on her vagina, confirming her virginity. All the whores in the house of pleasure were always shaved, but not her.

"Aahh, yes! You're a virgin! A damn virgin who will be mine alone."

His mouth waters in an instant when he brushes against the brown pubic hair on her vagina. He makes a move to pull down her panties a little further, but she makes a sudden movement that forces him to frown.

Followed by that, he feels a strong burning sensation in the back of his back. Giancarlo doesn't move because it hurts so much.

"What the hell?" he asks himself as he looks back and sees the tip of something metallic in his back. "What the hell is that?" He releases Natalie's mouth, and that's when she pushes him and manages to free herself from his clutches.

Natalie falls to the floor and crawls as best she can to the exit since her legs won't let her walk. She looks back and sees the man still in shock, which motivates her to grab the doorknob and flee.

"You fucking bitch, you stabbed me in the back with a fork. You cheap whore." Giancarlo pulls the fork out of his back in one swift motion, then looks at her with a frown. "Damn you."

He stands up and runs towards her as she tries to escape, grabs her by the hair and throws her backwards, then slaps her across the face, turning Natalie's face away.

"You fucking bitch, who the hell do you think you are to attack me? Don't you know the rules of this damn place?"

"Nooo," she screams when he grabs her hair again and tries to pull down her pants.

But Natalie is not willing to give in, and ends up kicking the man in the balls. He falls to the side screaming in pain while holding his genitals, and this is her chance to get out of there.

She opened the door and ran in the opposite direction, since the other one was useless. With her heart in her hand, Natalie ran away from that room, and after turning a couple more corners without knowing where they were taking her, the young brunette bumped into someone again.

[...]

Giancarlo shuddered in pain. That bitch's kick hurt more than the pain he felt in his back, which was a clear sign that he had to get out of there before someone caught him. He stood up as best he could and limped out of the room.

He looked around, realizing that she was nowhere to be found.

"Damn bitch, you'll pay for this.

He walked clumsily to the exit, holding his sore balls.

Meanwhile, Sonny couldn't believe his eyes. It was the girl with the light eyes he had seen a long time ago. With a stern look, he looked at her clothes and realized he had never seen her in such a state before.

Her clothes were torn.

Natalie blinks several times when she realizes that it is the same man she passed in the other corridor. She notices that he is looking at her, which prompts her to cover her exposed breasts.

"What happened to you?" She heard his voice again and felt a kind of jolt inside her; it was incomprehensible.

However, Natalie remains silent while she doesn't look away, wondering what she should do now. She presses her hand against her torn clothes as she remembers the bad moment she experienced a moment ago.