My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 382:

Julie’s POV

Jake retreated with slow, measured, and arrogant steps that dripped with absolute dominance, returning to his wooden chair with a coldness as sharp as ice to watch my torment. I pressed down hard on my knees, which were trapped and sinking into the black mud.

Forcing every ounce of strength, pride, and determination remaining in my muscles and my body which was bound tightly by those damn ropes behind my back I fought to balance my shaking frame. After a agonizing, shattering struggle that stole my breath and forced back my tears of humiliation, I finally managed, with a monumental effort, to drag my feet free and step out of that disgusting pool. Standing on the dirt ground, I exhaled a sharp breath, yelling with burning malice and blazing eyes:

”Jake... I will kill you!”

I lunged toward him with rapid, aggressive steps, my eyes throwing sparks of pure vengeance. But without a single warning, my foot caught blindly on the slick, muddy ground. I slipped violently, a sudden and humiliating crash that sent me face-first toward the earth. My entire face submerged, sinking into a thick, warm, slimy substance with a repulsive, suffocating odor that was absolutely intolerable. Simultaneously with my tragic fall, Jake’s loud, hysterical laughter echoed through the wilderness, a mocking sound that tore through whatever remained of my composure.

I lifted my head in blinding pain, my vision shaking. Opening my eyes with immense difficulty, the horror of the situation crashed down on me: I had landed completely face-first into a thick, foul pile of cow manure. I twisted my mouth in overwhelming disgust, a violent wave of nausea hitting my stomach. I screamed, my voice choked and breaking from the sheer weight of the humiliation:

”Damn you, and damn the day I ever met you, Jake! Damn you!”

He threw his head back, clutching his stomach from the sheer amusement of it all. He choked out through his breathless laughter, mockery defining his every feature:

”Oh my God, Julie... I am dying watching this pathetic, miserable state of yours! You look absolutely radiant covered in farm mud and shit!”

I spat the filth from my mouth with burning rage, tears of fury stinging the corners of my eyes as a crushing sense of helplessness gnawed at my heart. ”You godless, subhuman piece of trash... get over here and help me up right fucking now!”

The foul stench was truly unbearable, choking my lungs, and the sticky texture of the manure coating the fabric of my dress and my bare skin made me recoil at my own existence like never before. I caught him out of the corner of my eye rising slowly from his chair with pure, arrogant entitlement. He adjusted the collar of his clean shirt with condescending ease. ”Fine... come here, since I’ve taken pity on your ridiculous little scene.”

His massive, muscular frame loomed over me. He grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip, hauling me upward with a mixture of violence and sudden, unexpected care to help me stand. The rough ropes behind my back shifted, digging painfully into my wrists. I hissed sharply, leaning close to his face, ”Untie me right now, you worthless bastard!”

He locked his sharp blue eyes onto mine with a glacial firmness, squeezing my arm in an explicit, harsh warning. He spoke with a chilling detachment: ”Julie... remember that you are in no position to insult me or rebel against me in any way. Watch your mouth and know your boundaries tonight.”

I ground my teeth, the stubbornness rooted deep within me flaring as I threatened him, ”I will kill you with these bare hands... I will destroy you, Jake. Remember my words.”

He didn’t reply or flinch at my threat. Instead, he led me forward with hard, unyielding steps, guiding me through the rough, dirt paths of the farm until we approached the isolated wooden farmhouse. He stopped abruptly at the threshold. His eyes narrowed in disgust as he inspected my body, soiled from my hair down to my toes in manure and black mud. He spoke with a tone of absolute rejection: ”No, no... you are absolutely not stepping a single foot into this clean house looking like a disgusting mess. You’ll ruin the place.”

I screamed, my patience entirely spent, fury burning through my veins, ”Then untie me! I want to clean this filth off my body and myself, the filth you put me in!”

A dark, malicious smirk played on his lips, full of wicked intent. ”Don’t you worry about that, my sweet Julie... I will personally take care of washing you and peeling this filth off your gorgeous body right now.”

He turned on his heel, moving quickly toward a massive plastic water hose coiled on the ground. The moment he bent down to turn the valve and pointed the nozzle directly at me, his sadistic plan clicked in my mind. I tried to back away, stumbling and frantically scrambling to flee and shield myself, but it was useless with my hands bound. Before I could move, a torrent of water hit my face and body blasting me with an icy, freezing force that felt as though it had been pumped straight from the depths of hell.

The water hit my bare skin and dress like frozen knives. I froze completely for a fraction of a second, unable to take a step or even draw breath from the sudden, agonizing shock. The cold penetrated my pores, cutting straight to my bones like sharp needles. A violent shiver racked my frame, and my tears finally broke free from the sheer shock of it. I screamed, ”You barbaric psycho... turn this water off right now! Turn it off, I’m going to freeze to death!”

He closed the valve with agonizing slowness, thoroughly amused, only after the manure and mud had been completely rinsed from my clothes and skin. He left me standing there panting, shivering violently, my teeth chattering loudly against one another from the bitter cold. Jake stepped toward me with calm, confident strides. Slipping his jacket off, he threw it over my soaked shoulders in a sudden, strangely tender gesture. Then, he spoke in a low, rough baritone: ”Come on now... let’s go inside.”

I walked beside him, my entire body trembling, my teeth clicking together as I forced my defeated steps forward into the warm wooden house. He led me straight to the bathroom without a moment’s delay, shutting the door behind us with a sharp click. Stepping into my space, his commanding frame loomed over me. With decisive, rapid, and daring fingers, he forcefully stripped the remnants of my soaked, torn, and ruined red dress from my body, leaving me completely naked before him. Then, his warm hands moved quickly to untie the tight, suffocating ropes around my wrists.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as my hands were freed from that burning torment, but he gave me a firm, gentle push under the showerhead. Hot, heavy water instantly cascaded over me, enveloping my shivering body in a life-saving warmth. In that exact second, as the blood rushed back into my veins and my freedom returned, I raised my hand with lightning speed. Putting every ounce of my pent-up rage into the blow, I slapped his cheek with a resounding crack that echoed off the narrow bathroom walls. I gasped, my breath ragged and defiant: ”You goddamn monster!”

His head snapped to the side from the sheer force of the slap. Slowly, he turned back, his jaw clenching tightly into a sharp, rigid angle. With a terrifying calm, he fixed his blazing blue eyes on mine, a dark, lethal promise written in his gaze. He spoke in a rough voice that carried the heavy weight of danger: ”Did you forget so easily what you did to me before, and how you dared to cross me, Julie? Because of your past sins... you have absolutely no right to object or scream tonight.”

I turned my face away from him with bitter, crushing resentment, my voice trembling with leftover adrenaline. ”I hate you, Jake... I want to destroy you.”

He took a decisive step forward, trapping me entirely under the downpour of hot water. The spray soaked through his elegant shirt, making the fabric cling to his massive frame, mapping out the hard muscles of his broad chest in a raw, provocative display. He whispered, his low hiss fanning hot breaths against my cheek: ”And I hate your rebellion, my drowning sweetness.”

His large hand reached out, grabbing the bottle of shampoo and pouring the liquid onto the strands of my hair. He worked it through with firm, rough, and deliberate movements, washing away the last remnants of the farm, before taking the soap to rub and massage the skin of my body with agonizing slowness. Despite the overwhelming warmth of the shower, the touch of his rough fingers was wicked, bold, and thick with lust and control devoid of any innocence, consuming every detail of my flesh. I could feel his breath turning shallow, catching from my extreme proximity and my nakedness. I locked my burning green eyes onto his face and asked in a taut, breathless tone:

”Are you washing me, or are you raping me?”

His lips curved into a dark, sinister smile. He slid his palm slowly up my neck, applying a heavy pressure that sent my pulse skyrocketing. He choked out in a breathless, raspy whisper: ”Both.”

I shoved his hand away with a tight, feigned disgust to mask the frantic pounding of my heart. I mocked him sharply, ”Did you orchestrate all this drama, the kidnapping, and this childish humiliation outside... just to block me from going to dinner and a date with Mike?”

His fingers stilled for a fraction of a second, as if the name had struck a raw nerve deep inside him. He locked his blue depths into my eyes, piercing through me. He spoke with a chilling dryness, a suffocating, possessive jealousy vibrating in his tone: ”That is a major catalyst and goal, of course... but the real, foundational, and eternal reason behind all of this torment tonight is vengeance. Ruining your pride.”

I curled my lips with bitterness, asking in a low voice, the defiance inside me refusing to die: ”And have you had your revenge now, Jake? Has that malice and the volcano buried in your black chest finally settled?”

He leaned his face in violently until our hot breaths mingled and crashed together. He answered in a raspy, intoxicating tone that overflowed with dark desire: ”Only a little... I am not satisfied yet, and I won’t be broken that easily.”

I swallowed hard, fighting for composure, my green eyes never wavering from his blue ones. I whispered, the air entirely vanishing between us, ”Is there something more you want to do to me?”

His gaze dropped with sudden, burning madness, a fierce and lethal hunger settling heavily over my lips. He spoke in a low hiss that dripped with an overwhelming passion, consuming every single sense: ”I want to do something else to you...”

I knitted my brows in suspense, my breath hanging by a thread. ”What?”

His eyes met mine, a fierce spark instantly obliterating the last remaining traces of air and logic between us in the steamy bathroom. He uttered in a choked voice, breathless with raw desire:

”This.”

Before I could utter a single word or raise any defense, his massive, iron-like hand shot forward, gripping the back of my neck with absolute, crushing possession. He bent his massive frame down and devoured my lips in a violent, burning, and destructive kiss that instantly shattered our breaths together like a lightning strike.