A Broken Love With The Mafia

It was one of the coldest nights in New York. The streets were dark because of lack of electricity. It had been raining cats and dogs for the last three days. Cara had just finished her work in the restaurant and was going home. In her hurry to reach the place she had forgotten her sweater at home which was adding suffering to her already worn out self.

It was twelve in the night by the time she stepped out of her work place because her friend Elena was on leave. Cara was tired and exhausted because she had to do both the shifts. Her feet were aching, merely able to accept her command to walk. All she wanted was to reach her home and feel the comfort of her bed.

From a distance she could see four men drunk and having drugs near the alley. It was the road which usually takes her home ten minutes early and is always busy during the day. Cara seldom took night shifts. But tonight she couldn't avoid it because one of her colleagues resigned and the other was on leave.

Cara carefully walked through the adjacent lane trying her best not to invoke the men's attention. She clutched her hand bag to her chest and walked as fast as her legs could carry in her sneakers.

Unfortunately, fate was not on her side. One of the drunk men had already seen her. He wet his lips with a lecher taking a shot from the syringe and signaled his friends to follow him.

The heartbeat of Cara skyrocketed. She increased her pace but the men were faster. They closely followed her.

Cara desperately looked around for help but there was nobody. It seems like destiny had turned down her appeals. The streets were deserted because of excessive rains with not a single human.

Her heart beat began to reach her ears. Tonight she was going to sacrifice her virginity, her only possession that she saved for the man of her dreams, her husband.