The Power of God Changes All

Chino turned the light switch upward to brighten the medium size room. Now that the room brightened, it was official that the two of us were the only ones in there. The floor was an espresso wood, while the walls were as white as snow. The empty room was no use for Chino until now. A wolfish grin peered on his face, and his legs slowly walked to me. His hungry eyes devoured my body like prey. Bravery, courage, and anger melted away, and fear swallowed me whole. I backed away from the predator. The shallow air in my lungs matched the beating of my rapid heart, as the food in my stomach wanted to heave out in disgust from the carnivorous look that he targeted at me. “STAY AWAY FROM ME!” My chin and lips made tremulous movements along with my unsteady voice. My outburst behind the door was an alert switch to Dante’s brain. His body moved on their own accord as he took his brother by surprise with his speed and darted for the door. The other two guys that took him out of the room tried to block his way, but he used both of his shoulders to shove them away on either side of him. A football move that he planned to show off on the school football field soon. He almost banged on the door again until his brother clutched him, “What are you doing? We need to help her. She’s just an innocent girl, Mac.” Mac roughly grabbed the back of his neck for his attention and calmness and instructed in a low, volume voice, “Remember this lil’ bro. Skulls feel no pain, weakness, sadness, heartache, and sympathy for anyone or ourselves. Either you deal with it or go back to L.A.” I searched for a way to go past or through him, but my notions were of no use because he was bigger than me. He is not faster, though, I encouraged myself. I kept space between the two of us as I backed away from him. My mentality quickly contemplated the way to escape. As I made up my mind, I thought to myself while I prepared, please God let this work. I took a deep breath before my long legs sprinted into an unexpected run. The surprised look on his face was priceless, making me smile on the inside. He delayed reacting in time, but he still met me halfway as if we were running into each other. He reached both of his arms out to snatch me. I pretended to move to my left, and he reached out in that direction to grab me, but then I twirled onto my right and ran past him. Epinephrine pumped throughout my whole body that gave me the push to dodge with determination and mind-blowing speed. I neared the door with excessive distance away from him, and I could not hold back the mischievous smile that crept upon my face. When I grabbed the doorknob with much relief and turned it, it would not budge! Air gasped out of my ‘O’ shape mouth, NO! My internal mind screamed out as I ferociously twisted and yanked the knob. Chino chuckled and informed me with a sneer, “It’s locked, princess, from the outside.” I held back the tears and turned to him with anger shown in my eyes. “Nice try,” He backed me into the chilled door, his large body towering over me, the confidence of superiority displayed in his wicked smile as he looked down at me. His forefinger touched my cheek. I moved my face away and pleaded to him softly, “Please don’t do this.” Wickedly, he smiled harder when his hands tightly gripped my wrists and lifted them above my head. “Please stop!” My voice rose, my arms struggled to free themselves, and my legs kicked wildly, “No, don’t do this!” His rough hands caused me to wince from their tightness. My rampaged long legs that struck him did not bother him and were managed by him handling my wrists with his right hand and lifting me by the bottom with his left hand. His large lower body pressed in between my legs, “but we’re gonna have so much fun.” He dejected in my ear; his right hand slid under my denim skirt. My body once again made quick, irregular movements from side to side from the less comfortable feel of his forefinger over my panty line, “Nooo…ah!” Inarticulate sounds of lamentation uttered from my throat with large tears that rolled down my cheeks as his index and middle finger forcibly pushed into the tightness of my clitoris, “STO...!” Chino shortened my loud demand with a tug to my hair and crashed his lips down on mine. I had an opportunity to strike back with the freedom of my arms since he abandoned them to grab onto my hair, but that did not mean for me to allow him to kiss me. His lips touched me but only for a second since my face jerked away from his. Courageously, I ejected saliva from my mouth and into his face, then exclaimed out, “You’re a disgusting pedophile.” I pushed him away with my free hands and used my long nails to scratch his right cheek. Angrily, he clenched his jaws and pierced his dark eyes at the back of me while I tried to pull the door open. The four long scrapes on his square face burned as he felt the blood trickle from them, “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.” He interrupted my fists that banged on the door by grasping my left wrist and swung me around to face him. The palm of his right hand struck my other cheek hard, then he threw me by the shoulders onto the frigid floor, “I hope you like it, rough baby.” His big hands forced me to him, while on his knees, after his sight spotted me trying to crawl away, and then he flipped me onto my back. One slap after another on his face, chest, and head was my hysterical behavior at the shredding of my undergarment, but the amusement on his wicked face only showed that he was more turned on by my resistance. The room rang with his laughter, which arose out of my targeted fist to his left cheek, “You got some fire in you, girl, I like that...” He pulled me up by the shirt so that our faces were inches away and split the thin fabric that covered my bosoms in half. “I hope you like this,” I flung my forehead forward and hit his lips in time to cut off his next words. I wanted to be happy and amused by the scene of scratches on his cheeks and blood dripping from his lip, but the guy was like an atomic bomb. The more I angered him, the more he was ready to explode. He would not back down. Chino roared out, “That’s it, now I’m pissed!” His whole-body weight fell atop of me while his right hand tightly gripped both of my wrists above my head. He blocked out the sound of my heavy, panicked breath shrieks so that he could focus more on my bare lower body once he lifted my skirt. The masculinity of him steadied the wildness of my legs well enough as he unbuttoned his pants, “Look at me.” He forced my wet face to him for eye penetration and snarled out to me, “Your tears mean nothing to me.” His last words halted my cries, but only up until he roughly shoved himself into the celibacy of my core. Pain! Excruciating pain burned my innocence as he pumped excessively into me. His heavy body on top of me pulverized my frame, making it extremely difficult for me to sound out my high-pitched shout. Please, God, make him stop! The excitation of his anxiousness of release numbed my thighs as the stinging sensation of his nailed fingers marked bloody lines onto the surface of my pale brown skin. “Ahhh!” My throat became hoarse and raw from non-stop shrills, and my unstoppable tears cried out with reasonable confidence that somebody, anybody, would come to my rescue. Oh dear God! Where is my daddy! Where are my brothers?! Do they even care about me?! I cried out inwardly, dear God, will he ever stop?! My final scream from behind the locked door not only startled Dante but also sent chills up and down his spine. Primarily due to the agents’ retaliation after he found out and the fact that a grown man was taking the innocence of the girl he claimed a long time ago. I’m sorry, Gabriella, my sweets.