CHAPTER TWO: SECOND TRAUMA

Andrew let out a furious, frustrated shout. "f**k! This girl is talking too much. Gag her mouth immediately" he ordered.

Taylor picked up a piece of cloth and some tape, forcing the cloth into Leah's mouth and sealing it shut with the tape. Andrew watched, his eyes blazing with fury,

Once Leah was silenced, Andrew ordered his men to give him some privacy. He began to caress her, his hands wandering over her breasts, admiring her like a pervert. He stroked her nipples, traced the contours of her skin, and marveled at her belly button, hips and neatly cut toes and fingernails. He sucked her fingers, spanked her ass, rubbed his aroused body against hers.

Tears flowed freely down Leah's cheeks, her eyes puffy with despair. She had tried her best to avoid such a fate, only to be plunged into this nightmare once again.

An unlucky soul indeed…..

She wished she had died alongside her parents, sparing herself this relentless torment at the hands of ruthless men who knew no honor or self respect.

Alone in a cruel world, she finally succumbed, accepting that this was her fate.

I will make you enjoy what your first couldnt give you. I'll make your legs shake and your p**sy so wet till you beg for mercy and ask for more, slow and steady, just like my ex does," he sneered, giving a devilish grin.

"You know, I am not usually like this. You made me want to teach you a lesson. You shouldn't be rude to strangers. I'll have you to my satisfaction. If you're too sweet, I might keep you for three days, maybe even seven, to take all that juice."

Leah was gripped with fear, shaking her head desperately. Andrew lit up a cigarette, exhaling the smoke into her face, causing her to turn away. He kissed her laps, his hands roaming her body, but as he looked at her pale face, sweaty face, a flicker of pity crossed his mind but he didn't care about emotions.

"Maybe I should give you to the gang to devour, but you're too beautiful for me to leave you untouched," he mused, his tone nonchalant.

He poured himself another drink, downed it in one go. And then zipped down his trousers, slipping off his belt. He pulled Leah by her hair, ripped the tape and piece from her mouth.

"I love to hear my woman moan and beg when I'm inside her," he said with a smirk.

"Please, don't do this to me, " Leah begged, her voice a broken plea.

Andrew laughed devilishly, "you must be joking right? As hot as you are, look at yourself"

"Please don't do this to me, she begged again, her voice trembling with fear.

Her words struck a chord in Andrew. He withdrew his hands, feeling an unexpected pang of guilt. He had never stooped to rape before, and seeing her wedding band, he felt even more conflicted.

"Are you married? Why are you like this? He asked, confusion evident in his voice.

He picked her clothes and tossed them to her and untied her hands. "Dress up and leave my sight before I change my mind, Mrs".

Leah quickly dressed, and Andrew offered her jacket to tie around her waist, covering the mess that had attracted unwanted attention earlier. He instructed one of them to escort her out, ensuring she was safe until she left their territory.

"Boss, are you letting her go after all that she did to you? Taylor asked, incredulously.

"Yes,I am. She's been through enough already as you can see. I am not adding to her. I'm not that heartless," Andrew replied, his voice softened by the rare moment of humanity.

As Leah took a few steps, she collapsed due to stress, hyperpyrexia, and dehydration. Andrew rushed to her aid, restoring her breathing and taking her back inside to rest until she was stable. He even had to call for a caregiver to ensure she was alright.

Two days later, Leah awoke, and Andrew told her it was time to leave. She was given a long T-shirt for the journey home.

An hour later, Leah arrived back home, and the first person she encountered was her husband, Alex Allison.

Alex, an embodiment of arrogance, stood tall with a strong body build, broad shoulders, and dark hair that added to his magazine_like features. His arrogance was unmatched.

"Wow, wow, wow! Look whom we have here, my infidel wife, the cheapest slut that ever lived". He sneered.

Fear gripped Leah as she stood there, guilt-ridden. "I…I," she stammered, unsure of what to say.

"You…what? Where have you been for the past three days? You even have the guts to wear another man's shirt into my house? You ungrateful bitch! Alex spat out.

"Did you call me once? Did you look for me? Leah asked, her voice quivering.

"Why would I look for a prostitute, who is off having fun with her lover? Or do you have a better explanation? He retorted.

Their voices echoed through the house, drawing the attention of Leah's stepmother and stepsister, who had been staying for the past three days in the house.

'Well, well, well. Look who is finally back. The disgraceful daughter of mine, I never knew you were this wayward," her stepmother said, feigning tears.

"How could you humiliate me like this? Everyone will think I didnt raise you well since your mother and my husband's death," she continued, her crocodile tears failing to mask her delight at Leahs predicaments.

"I don't know what happened, I ...I can't explain it," Leah's eyes were already looking icy due to tears.

"Did you just say you don't know where you have been for the past three days? And therefore I should believe you? Alex roared, slapping her hard across the face and knocking her to the floor.

"Sincerely, I don't know". Leah said in a low tone.

"If you say one more word, I will rip you to shreds, "Alex warned, his eyes blazing with fury. "Be prepared to sign the divorce papers. From today onwards, you cease to be my wife! You disgusting bitch! Cheap slut! He spat.

Leah lay there, stunned and broken, as the nightmare continued to unfold around her. The future seemed bleak, with no end in sight to her suffering.