Roman went to another construction company this time — with different demands.
He asked them to renovate his current house and turn it into a stronghold.
It should be strong enough to survive anything — storms, explosions, even a war.
He listed his needs: air filters, water purifiers, gas filters, anti-theft doors, solar panels, and a few secret adjustments.
The manager was stunned after hearing all this.
He looked at Roman like he was crazy.
But when the money hit their bank account, suddenly everything became possible.
They agreed to start the work immediately — and promised to do it at the fastest speed.
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Later that night, Roman made a phone call.
The other side picked up.
"How's the progress?" Roman asked.
"It's going well. She trusts me now," the voice replied.
"Good".
So… what's next?" other side asked, waiting for futher instructions.
Tu~ tu~ tu,roman cut the call.
You see — Roman had planned something dark.
He had sent a guy to get close to Nanita — his ex-girlfriend.
The same girl whose whole world he had crushed before.
But that was just the beginning.
He didn't just want to hurt her a little.
No… Roman wanted to destroy her completely.
He wanted to break her soul — so badly that she would never be able to stand back up again.
"Heh… she'll never see it coming again," Roman whispered.
Then he leaned back in his chair inside his room, smiled with an evil look on his face, and let out a low, dark laugh.
"Hehehe…"
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Nanita reached the place her new boyfriend had told her about. As she looked around, her heart sank a little. It was a shady-looking area, almost like a slum. Broken walls, garbage lying around, and strange people sitting in corners staring at her made her feel uneasy.
She felt scared for a moment. This wasn't the kind of place she would ever come to. But she didn't want to seem rude or proud. She wanted to show her boyfriend that she wasn't the kind of girl who judged people by their background. So, even though she was nervous, she stayed.
Time passed slowly. Her boyfriend was late. And the longer she stood there alone, the worse it got. The people around were looking at her like hungry wolves, their eyes full of something she couldn't explain—something that made her skin crawl.
Just when she was about to call him, he finally showed up. She let out a deep sigh of relief and quickly walked over to him.
"Why are you so late?" she asked, trying to hide her nervousness.
"Traffic," he replied casually, like it was no big deal.
Then, smiling, he took out a red cloth from his pocket.
"Close your eyes," he said, holding it up.
She looked at him, confused. "Why?"
"It's a surprise," he said, gently touching her arm. "Trust me."
She hesitated. Every part of her told her not to do it. But then she thought, Maybe I'm overthinking. Maybe it really is a sweet surprise.
So, against her better judgment, she smiled a little and nodded.
He blindfolded her carefully and then, out of nowhere, tied her hands behind her back. She jerked.
"Why are you tying my hands?" she asked, half-laughing, half-scared.
"Just for fun," he said. "It'll be worth it. You'll see."
Her heart was beating faster now, but she didn't stop him. She wanted to trust him.
He slowly led her to an old, broken warehouse. The place smelled of rust and dust.
"Wait here," he said. "I'll be right back. Don't worry."
She nodded, though her voice shook.
"Okay... but don't take too long. This place feels weird."
He gave no reply and walked out, locking the door from the outside.
Silence.
She stood there alone in the darkness behind the blindfold, hands tied. Minutes passed. The air felt heavy. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears.
Then... she heard the door creak open.
But it wasn't just one person. There were multiple footsteps. Fast. Rushing toward her.
Her whole body froze.
"Who's there?!" she shouted, her voice breaking.
No reply. Just more footsteps getting closer and closer.
She tried to pull her hands free, but the knot was too tight. Panic gripped her.
Something was very wrong.
And this time, her heart screamed the truth—
She shouldn't have trusted him.
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Tears streamed down Nanita's face as the mens closed in around her, their hands groping her body, tearing at her clothes. She struggled, but there were too many of them. They pinned her down on the ground, ripping off her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to their hungry gazes.
A 50 years old man with crooked teeth was the first to claim her, his hands rough and demanding as he squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples until she cried out in pain. He forced his cock into her mouth, pushing himself deep down her throat, gagging her with his thickness.
The other men watched, stroking themselves to hardness as they waited their turn. Some of them grabbed her legs, spreading them wide as they rubbed their cocks against her pussy, teasing her with their heat.
Nanita thrashed and screamed, but no one paid any attention to her protests. They were too consumed by their own lust, too eager to use her for their own pleasure.
As the night wore on, the men took their turns with her, fucking her in every hole, filling her with their cum until she was full pf it. They took her in every position imaginable, bending her over the rough surface. They used her mouth, her pussy, her ass, sometimes two or three of them at a time.
Nanita lost track of time, her body aching and sore from the endless fucking. She could feel their cum dripping out of her cunt, mouth coating her thighs, her ass, her face. She was a mess, a used and broken toy for their amusement.
But even as she was degraded and abused, a part of her began to crave it. The pain, the humiliation, the sheer depravity of it all. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she found herself getting lost in the darkness of it.
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As the morning sun begun to come up, the mens finally began to tire, their cocks spent and their balls drained. They left one by one, giving Nanita a final slap on the ass or a cruel laugh as they walked out the door.
Nanita lay on the rough ground, her body battered and bruised, her mind numb.Her body aching and her mind reeling from the events of her life which led to this.
But as she lay there, surrounded by the stench of sex and sweat, she knew that something had changed inside her.
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After that horrible night, she somehow managed to leave the place. The cab driver who picked her up kept looking at her again and again. Her clothes were torn in many places, and he probably thought she was just a hooker who had a wild night.
She didn't say a word during the ride.
As soon as she reached her apartment, she rushed to her room and locked the door behind her.
That night, she cried like never before. Her whole body was shaking, and her heart felt like it was breaking from inside.
From that day on, she stopped talking to everyone — not to her so-called Instagram friends, not to anyone. She kept everything inside, pretending nothing happened.
A few days later, when she calmed down a little, she started to feel unwell. Something wasn't right with her body...
At first, she tried to ignore it. She told herself it was nothing serious. Just stress, maybe a bad diet. But deep down, a fear had already taken root in her heart.
The doctor's words, when the reports finally came, hit her like a truck.
"You've tested positive… not just for one, but multiple infections. HIV… syphilis… hepatitis...
I'm sorry."
She sat there in silence, unable to breathe, unable to cry.
The world outside moved on, but her world stopped.
From that day, her life became a slow walk toward the end. Medicines, hospital visits, sleepless nights.
In just fifteen days her body began to shrink. Her once beautiful face became hollow, her eyes tired and sunken. Her skin looked pale, her lips cracked. Even standing up became a task.
She new she had made many mistakes_ones that couldn't be undone.
And now, she has to pay the price for all of them.day by day, breath by breath.
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