The Mafias Twin Children

California

In the darkness of the room, only the anguished screams of a disturbed woman could be heard. Her body lay weak on a bed soaked with sweat and tears. A large, muscular man, breathing heavily, continued to ravage her body mercilessly, like a demon oppressing his victim.

"Stop! Please, stop!" the woman cried out, pain and fear filling her voice. She tried to plead and hope the man would realize his actions, but there was no response other than his increasingly brutal movements.

Their faces were hidden in the darkness, only faint shadows visible. However, despite being unseen, the rage and lust were palpable in the tense room.

The woman's body grew weaker, losing the strength to fight back. The pain she felt was indescribable. The man, seemingly indifferent to her screams and sobs, continued to push his body against hers violently. Suddenly, the man groaned loudly, reaching his climax.

The woman’s body felt increasingly powerless, surrendering to the cruelty she endured. In the darkness of the room, only the sound of sobs could be heard, accompanying the ongoing suffering.

After an exhausting hour, the man fell asleep beside the woman, who lay limp.

Viyone Florencia, a 22-year-old girl with long hair, felt excruciating pain all over her body, especially in the lower part that had just been violated by the unknown man. With tears streaming down her face, she struggled to rise and endure the unimaginable pain. She stepped with trembling legs, searching for her scattered clothes on the floor. After managing to dress, she walked out of the room, trying her best not to cry louder.

However, in the chaos of her emotions, she didn’t realize a necklace had fallen and been left behind on the floor.

“What should I do? Jeff mustn't know; we are getting married next month,” Viyone murmured, clutching her aching chest. The woman felt as if her world had collapsed, with no hope left for her future with her fiancé.

The bright morning sun began to filter through the window cracks, casting a golden light that enhanced the beauty of the room. The man’s athletic body was clearly visible, his six-pack abs, handsome face with a sharp nose, and thick eyebrows. The sunlight on his face woke him from his deep sleep.

“What happened to me?” he muttered, trying to recall the events of the night before, which somehow seemed so hazy in his mind. He felt something was off, as if a part of his memory was missing. He turned to the side and noticed the bloodstains and his seed on the white sheets.

“Damn, that drug took over me,” he spat angrily. “That woman was a virgin. Who is she?” he wondered.

The man rose from the bed, rubbing his still groggy face. After taking a shower and dressing neatly, he grabbed his phone and called his assistant to come to the hotel room. He was still curious about the woman who had been with him last night, but the memory was blurry and unclear.

Not long after, a knock sounded at the hotel room door. Knock! Knock!

The man walked towards the door and opened it. Standing before him was his assistant, looking neat and respectful. “Boss,” the assistant greeted politely, bowing slightly.

“Do you know the woman who was with me last night?” the man asked coldly, staring sharply at his assistant.

The assistant seemed thoughtful, trying to remember which woman he meant. “A woman, Boss?” the assistant asked, confused, then continued, “I’m not sure, Boss. I didn’t see the woman.”

The man sighed in frustration, then pointed to the sheets, “Take a blood sample from there and check the DNA. I want to know who that woman is!” he ordered firmly.