Prologue

Synae Kwin's P.O.V

"Please! Don't do this to me! No! Please," I struggle as his grips tighten. I can't fight him given that he's a man, he is so strong compared to me, I feel so helpless.

He continue to thrust his shaft inside me. Not minding my pleas and my cries. He's a devil in human form! It hurt so much especially when he made sure that his pressure is on me. His maleness is buried deep and he's doing it hard.

"Fuck you, bitch. Shut up!"

He rewarded me a slap that I can taste my own blood.

I didn't know this man. He's forcing me yet I don't have the strength to fight anymore. I feel so weak. My body can't move nor struggle and all I can do is to silently cry while he's doing his thing.

When he felt that I was no longer fighting, he continue to bury himself deeper and faster this time. I can't help but to moan in pain and ask myself why? Why is this happening to me? What have I done wrong for me to suffer like this?

Seconds later he grunted, "I'm coming! Oh!" His speed doubled and his grip tighten even more. His nails are digging at my arms leaving a mark on it. I silently pray for this to end.

Please!

"Kwin, Kwin!" A soft tap and a calling voice awaken me.

I woke up sweating profusely and gasping for breath. I look around me and saw a familiar setting of my room. Wait, I'm in my room?

I must be dreaming. Why does is seem so real? Why do I feel that it's still there? His touches, his slap, and his every thrust in me.

I can't really remember his face because it's too blurry. His nose is slightly pointed, red thin lips and his eyes, it so scary that I can even have a goose bump whenever I remember how it looks like.

"Kwin? Are you okay? Your cousin is here," I look at the voice who woke me up. It's my mom. I just smiled at her and readied myself to fix my bed when she spoke again. "He just arrived from Manila, come on, go and meet him."

She then went outside my room maybe to take care of my cousin. I wonder what he looks like. Maybe he's Uncle Dennis and Aunt Veronica's son. I shrugged at that thought and do my morning rituals then went down stair afterwards.

I saw a man with his back to me so I knew he was my cousin because my mother and I were the only ones living here in the house. I have no siblings and I do not know where my father is. I did not even meet him nor see him once. My mother said that he had died of an illness before I was born.

"Oh Kwin, you're already there. Devaughn, she's Kwin, your cousin." My mother introduced me to the man who's still back is facing me. Tall, well built physique and looks handsome. That's what I can see even if he's facing mom and not me.

The man turned to me and immediately his eyes widened. What's the problem? Do I still have something on my face? Did I drool over his back? But I took a bath and made sure I scratched all the parts of my body. What did he see in me and did he look so shocked?

Oh well, "Hello brother Devaughn--" he cut me off and spoke.

"Vileir, call me Vileir, Synae." I, on the other hand, have bigger eyes because he knows my first name. What I don't like about everyone is that I am called by my first name but why is it so nice to hear my name when he's the one who says it?

The only wonder is why? Why does he know me? I just saw him now.