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Chapter 42: Sari (Act 1)
The days that followed the incident with Janina were a blur of guilt and despair for Rahim. He tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy in his texts and daily calls to Lina, but his mind was consumed by the weight of what he had done. Janina’s warning echoed in his ears, her words sharp and unyielding: “Don’t engage me again in any capacity.” Rahim knew he had crossed a line that one that could never be uncrossed.
Sleep became a distant memory. Nights were spent staring at the ceiling, haunted by the memory of Janina’s tear-streaked face, the bruises he had left on her body, the way she had trembled beneath him. When morning came, he would drag himself to the shop, opening late and closing early, unable to focus on anything but the gnawing guilt in his chest.
To numb the pain, Rahim sought solace in alcohol, frequenting a pub far from the familiar faces of his neighborhood. The bar was a dingy, dimly lit place, filled with shadows and strangers. He would sit alone at a corner table, nursing his drink, lost in his thoughts. More than once, the despair almost overwhelmed him. Once, he even picked up a blade, intending to sever the cock that had betrayed him so utterly. Another time, he pressed the edge against his wrist, but the thought of Lina and their unborn child stopped him. He couldn’t leave them, not like this. His only path to redemption, he decided, was to work harder, to provide for Lina and their baby, though he knew it would never erase his sins.
On the third night at the pub, Rahim sat slumped over his drink, the sound of raucous laughter pulling him from his thoughts. Two burly men sat at a table nearby, their voices loud and crude. They were harassing a young waitress, their hands wandering where they shouldn’t. Rahim’s stomach turned as he watched them pull her toward them, their laughter echoing in the nearly empty bar.
“Come on, sweetheart,” one of the men slurred, his voice thick with alcohol and lust. He was broad-shouldered, with a leather jacket that barely contained his bulk. Tattoos snaked up his arms and down his neck, marking him as part of a biker gang. “Sit with us for a bit. We don’t bite… much.” His companion chuckled, a low, menacing sound.
The waitress, young and pretty, with a nervous smile shook her head, trying to extricate herself from their grasp. “I-I really can’t,” she stammered. “I’m working. My boss...”
“Your boss ain’t here,” the second man interrupted, his hand sliding up her thigh. He was shorter but just as muscular, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. “And neither is anyone else who’d care.”
Rahim’s knuckles tightened around his glass, but he stayed rooted to his seat. The men were intimidating, their presence suffocating. He didn’t want to cause trouble, couldn’t afford to. So he kept his gaze low, pretending not to notice the way they were grinding down that women’s agency into dust.
The first man leaned in closer to the waitress, his breath hot against her ear. “Come on, darlin’. Follow us outside for five minutes. We’ll make it worth your while.” He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, waving it in front of her face.
The waitress shook her head more firmly this time, her voice trembling. “No, please… I’m not interested.”
The man’s smile turned predatory. “We got condoms,” he said in a low whisper. “We’ll be quick. You won’t regret it.”
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for help, but there was no one else, just Rahim, who looked away as their gazes met. Desperation crept into her voice. “Leave me alone. Please…”
The second man stood abruptly, his chair scbanging against the floor. He grabbed her arm, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re coming with us.”
Rahim’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched them drag her toward the exit. The first man placed a hand on her backside, squeezing roughly as they ushered her out the door. Rahim felt sick to his stomach, the weight of his inaction pressing down on him like a stone. After a few minutes of silence, he stood, leaving his drink unfinished, and headed for the door.
As he stepped into the cool night air, a faint scent caught his attention, earthy and pungent, yet strangely familiar. It took him a moment to place it, but when he did, his blood ran cold. It was the same oil. The aphrodisiac that had turned him into a monster was here, its odor lingering in the air like a curse.
His heart racing, Rahim followed the scent deeper into the alleyway. The sound of whispers and muffled cries reached his ears, growing louder as he approached. He hid behind a dumpster, his breath catching as he peered around the corner.
Under the dim glow of a lone streetlamp, he saw them, the two men pinning the waitress against the wall. One had already stripped off her top, his mouth greedily sucking at her breasts while his free hand roamed lower. The other was unbuttoning his pants, a small jar in his hand.
“Look at these tits,” the first man growled between sucks, his voice thick with lust. “So firm… so damn tight. You’re gonna love this, baby.”
The waitress whimpered, her hands pushing weakly at his chest. “Please… stop…” Her voice was barely audible, drowned out by the sound of their heavy breaths.
The second man chuckled darkly as he dipped his fingers into the jar. “She’s begging already,” he said, smearing the oily substance onto his cock. “Just wait till she feels this.” He began stroking himself, his eyes fixed on her trembling form.
Rahim’s stomach churned as he watched the scene unfold. The men exchanged crude remarks, their voices dripping with malice.
“Imagine how tight her pussy is,” the first man said, pulling her bra off completely. “Young girls like her… they’re always the best.”
“I call dibs on her ass,” the second man said with a leer. “Gonna stretch her out real good.”
The waitress cried out as one of them unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, revealing his thick, swollen cock. “No… please… I don’t want this…”
“Shut up,” the first man snapped, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “You’re gonna enjoy every second of this, whether you like it or not.”
Rahim’s fists clenched at his sides, his own arousal betraying him as he watched the scene. He knew what that oil could do, knew the hell it could unleash. And he couldn’t let it happen again..not to her.
But fear still held him back. These men were dangerous, he could see it in their eyes, in the way they moved. If he intervened, he might not walk away alive.
Yet as he stood there, frozen and conflicted, the image of Janina flashed before his eyes, her tears, her bruises, her shattered trust. He couldn’t let another woman suffer because of his cowardice.
Taking a deep breath, Rahim stepped out from the shadows, his voice shaking but firm. “Let her go.”
The men turned to him, their eyes narrowing in unison. The waitress’s gaze locked onto his plea filling hers. Rahim swallowed hard knowing there was no turning back now
The days that followed the incident with Janina were a blur of guilt and despair for Rahim. He tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy in his texts and daily calls to Lina, but his mind was consumed by the weight of what he had done. Janina’s warning echoed in his ears, her words sharp and unyielding: “Don’t engage me again in any capacity.” Rahim knew he had crossed a line that one that could never be uncrossed.
Sleep became a distant memory. Nights were spent staring at the ceiling, haunted by the memory of Janina’s tear-streaked face, the bruises he had left on her body, the way she had trembled beneath him. When morning came, he would drag himself to the shop, opening late and closing early, unable to focus on anything but the gnawing guilt in his chest.
To numb the pain, Rahim sought solace in alcohol, frequenting a pub far from the familiar faces of his neighborhood. The bar was a dingy, dimly lit place, filled with shadows and strangers. He would sit alone at a corner table, nursing his drink, lost in his thoughts. More than once, the despair almost overwhelmed him. Once, he even picked up a blade, intending to sever the cock that had betrayed him so utterly. Another time, he pressed the edge against his wrist, but the thought of Lina and their unborn child stopped him. He couldn’t leave them, not like this. His only path to redemption, he decided, was to work harder, to provide for Lina and their baby, though he knew it would never erase his sins.
On the third night at the pub, Rahim sat slumped over his drink, the sound of raucous laughter pulling him from his thoughts. Two burly men sat at a table nearby, their voices loud and crude. They were harassing a young waitress, their hands wandering where they shouldn’t. Rahim’s stomach turned as he watched them pull her toward them, their laughter echoing in the nearly empty bar.
“Come on, sweetheart,” one of the men slurred, his voice thick with alcohol and lust. He was broad-shouldered, with a leather jacket that barely contained his bulk. Tattoos snaked up his arms and down his neck, marking him as part of a biker gang. “Sit with us for a bit. We don’t bite… much.” His companion chuckled, a low, menacing sound.
The waitress, young and pretty, with a nervous smile shook her head, trying to extricate herself from their grasp. “I-I really can’t,” she stammered. “I’m working. My boss...”
“Your boss ain’t here,” the second man interrupted, his hand sliding up her thigh. He was shorter but just as muscular, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. “And neither is anyone else who’d care.”
Rahim’s knuckles tightened around his glass, but he stayed rooted to his seat. The men were intimidating, their presence suffocating. He didn’t want to cause trouble, couldn’t afford to. So he kept his gaze low, pretending not to notice the way they were grinding down that women’s agency into dust.
The first man leaned in closer to the waitress, his breath hot against her ear. “Come on, darlin’. Follow us outside for five minutes. We’ll make it worth your while.” He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, waving it in front of her face.
The waitress shook her head more firmly this time, her voice trembling. “No, please… I’m not interested.”
The man’s smile turned predatory. “We got condoms,” he said in a low whisper. “We’ll be quick. You won’t regret it.”
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for help, but there was no one else, just Rahim, who looked away as their gazes met. Desperation crept into her voice. “Leave me alone. Please…”
The second man stood abruptly, his chair scbanging against the floor. He grabbed her arm, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re coming with us.”
Rahim’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched them drag her toward the exit. The first man placed a hand on her backside, squeezing roughly as they ushered her out the door. Rahim felt sick to his stomach, the weight of his inaction pressing down on him like a stone. After a few minutes of silence, he stood, leaving his drink unfinished, and headed for the door.
As he stepped into the cool night air, a faint scent caught his attention, earthy and pungent, yet strangely familiar. It took him a moment to place it, but when he did, his blood ran cold. It was the same oil. The aphrodisiac that had turned him into a monster was here, its odor lingering in the air like a curse.
His heart racing, Rahim followed the scent deeper into the alleyway. The sound of whispers and muffled cries reached his ears, growing louder as he approached. He hid behind a dumpster, his breath catching as he peered around the corner.
Under the dim glow of a lone streetlamp, he saw them, the two men pinning the waitress against the wall. One had already stripped off her top, his mouth greedily sucking at her breasts while his free hand roamed lower. The other was unbuttoning his pants, a small jar in his hand.
“Look at these tits,” the first man growled between sucks, his voice thick with lust. “So firm… so damn tight. You’re gonna love this, baby.”
The waitress whimpered, her hands pushing weakly at his chest. “Please… stop…” Her voice was barely audible, drowned out by the sound of their heavy breaths.
The second man chuckled darkly as he dipped his fingers into the jar. “She’s begging already,” he said, smearing the oily substance onto his cock. “Just wait till she feels this.” He began stroking himself, his eyes fixed on her trembling form.
Rahim’s stomach churned as he watched the scene unfold. The men exchanged crude remarks, their voices dripping with malice.
“Imagine how tight her pussy is,” the first man said, pulling her bra off completely. “Young girls like her… they’re always the best.”
“I call dibs on her ass,” the second man said with a leer. “Gonna stretch her out real good.”
The waitress cried out as one of them unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, revealing his thick, swollen cock. “No… please… I don’t want this…”
“Shut up,” the first man snapped, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “You’re gonna enjoy every second of this, whether you like it or not.”
Rahim’s fists clenched at his sides, his own arousal betraying him as he watched the scene. He knew what that oil could do, knew the hell it could unleash. And he couldn’t let it happen again..not to her.
But fear still held him back. These men were dangerous, he could see it in their eyes, in the way they moved. If he intervened, he might not walk away alive.
Yet as he stood there, frozen and conflicted, the image of Janina flashed before his eyes, her tears, her bruises, her shattered trust. He couldn’t let another woman suffer because of his cowardice.
Taking a deep breath, Rahim stepped out from the shadows, his voice shaking but firm. “Let her go.”
The men turned to him, their eyes narrowing in unison. The waitress’s gaze locked onto his plea filling hers. Rahim swallowed hard knowing there was no turning back now
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