Megna hummed to herself as she chopped vegetables on the counter, the smell of garlic and onions filling the air. The rest of her family was out for the evening, leaving her alone in the sprawling family home. She didn’t mind; she enjoyed the peace and quiet, the chance to unwind after a long week of work.
But her solitude was interrupted by a knock at the door. Megna wiped her hands on a towel and made her way to the entrance, expecting to find a neighbor or a delivery person on the other side.
Instead, she was greeted by the sight of an old man, his face twisted into a leer as he looked her up and down. Megna felt a chill run down her spine, but she kept her voice steady as she asked, “Can I help you?”
The old man’s eyes narrowed. “I’m looking for Megna’s father,” he said, his voice rough.
Megna shook her head. “I’m sorry, he’s not home right now,” she said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. She didn’t want this stranger to know that she was alone in the house.
But her caution was for naught, as the old man suddenly clutched his chest and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Megna felt a twinge of sympathy, despite her misgivings. She leaned down to assist him, but as she did, she felt the old man’s hand sliding up her thigh, groping her through her shorts.
She stood up in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice shaking.
The old man only grinned, his hand still on her thigh. “I couldn’t help but notice how lovely you are, Megna,” he said, his voice dripping with sleaze. “I couldn’t resist the temptation.”
Megna tried to push the old man away, but he was too strong. He pulled her towards him, his hands now grabbing her ass. She tried to struggle, but he overpowered her, his rough hands leaving bruises on her skin.
The old man forced Megna to the ground, his body on top of hers. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she knew what he wanted. She tried to push him off, but he was too heavy.
“Get off of me,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with fear.
But the old man only laughed. “You don’t mean that, Megna,” he said, his breath hot on her face. “You want this as much as I do.”
Megna felt bile rise in her throat. She knew there was no way she could consent to this; the old man was a stranger, and he was forcing himself on her. She tried to fight him off, but it was no use. The old man was too strong, and she was too weak.
The old man ripped open Megna’s shirt, exposing her breasts. He leered at them, his hand reaching out to grope them. Megna felt violated, but she knew she couldn’t fight him off.
She screamed, but there was no one around to hear her. The old man didn’t seem to care; he continued to rape Megna, his hips thrusting roughly. She felt every inch of him, and it hurt. She tried to push him off, but he didn’t stop.
The old man didn’t leave Megna for three days, his dick inside her the entire time. She was sore and bruised, but he didn’t care. He continued to take what he wanted, leaving her feeling violated and used.
Megna tried to fight back, but it was no use. The old man was too strong, and she was too weak. She felt helpless, but she knew she couldn’t give up.
On the third day, Megna finally saw a chance to escape. She waited until the old man was asleep, and then she slowly, quietly, pulled herself out from under him.
Megna ran to the door, her clothes torn and her body bruised. She opened the door and ran outside, not stopping until she was sure she was safe.
Megna looked back at the house, her home, and she felt a sense of loss. She knew she could never go back there, not after what’s happened.
But she also knew that she had to move on, to put this behind her. She couldn’t let the old man win. She walked away from the house, her head held high. She’d been through hell, but she was still standing.
And she knew that she’d never let anyone hurt her like that again.
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