A NIGHT WITH THE HEARTLESS

"Perfecto! Perfecto!" Eros bellowed.

Cassandra stared bewilderedly at him. What was he saying? Was he going to take her virginity just like that? Without passion? The real question was if she was going to lose her virginity like that to this dangerous man. She rather dies. She hated him even more for being so casual about her purity. Cassandra stared at him with so much hatred, but she bet that was not going to ruffle him either, he had sold his soul to the devil and nothing could soften his heart.

"Now, strip down and come here." It was a command. His voice has taken a more serious note.

It was clear that she has wasted his time enough. But she couldn't bare to be deflowered by a man who didn't even have any atom of feeling for her. What was he going to do after he was done with her? Throw her out of the room, while she was in pain? Leave her in the room and walk away when he was in the room. She fought back her tears, she was not going to show vulnerability, it was only going to boost his ego. But something told her that the man in front of her was a raving egomaniac who didn't need anything to boost his ego.

The respect he got from the people around him, although it was coerced, the way women fawned around him, the way he gets whatever he wanted, made him feel so important.

"You took me in exchange for money," she said again. "I can look for a way and pay you back just let me go."

He stared at her for a while, wondering if she was bargaining with him. Who was she? Even her eyes didn't hold the usual fear in the eyes of other women he brings to the room. It might be that she didn't know who he was or she had never heard about him. It got him wondering where he had dragged her away from. No woman talked back at him, no woman dared to talk back at him or keep him waiting. He had no regard for them and felt like each second he spent with them if it was not for sexual activities was a waste of his time. They weren't valued and contributed nothing to him, they were dumb and were all the same. Ungrateful beings! To him, they are worth nothing more than sex toys.

"Didn't they tell you who I am?" he asked, his voice cold as steel.

"I can't lose my virginity this way," she muttered.

"That is the only thing I need from you and you are f*cking keeping me waiting."

Usually, he should have been punishing the btch now, dominating her and giving her in more ways that she would want more from him. He didn't have much time for this. The btch was supposed to be on her kneels now stroking his flaccid shaft.

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Dimitra shut the door to her apartment in frustration that the door shook on its hinges. Renata her friend and roommate woke up from the noise and went out to the living room, where Dimitra was pacing about in fury.

"I thought you would be satisfied tonight?" Renata asked.

Dimitra turned, and slumped down on the sofa, ignoring her. Renata went around and sat beside her, looking at her frustrated face.

"What is the problem? Why are you fuming?"

"Cassandra Lopez," was all Dimitra could say as she tightened her knuckles.

Renata looked from her hand to her face. "Am I supposed to know her? Is she one of his whores."

"Well, she just joined tonight," Dimitra snared.'

"Calm down and explain to me, You always get yourself worked up when it comes to Eros. You should have gotten used to him by now, you should have gotten used to his lifestyle by now, or better still, stop going for this whatever night you go for. it only breaks your heart."

"I can't!" Dimitra cried. "I can't stop myself from going there. I want to see who he is with, what he is doing, and what's going on in his life. I just want to be with him. Why can't he just look at me for once? Why can't he just consider me for once?"

Renata drew her into her arms and consoled her while Dimitra cried.

Dimitra has been in love with Eros since they were kids. Their fathers were friends and business partners and they were the only children their parents had. While her father had taken a while to finally settle down with a woman, Eros' mother had given birth so late. His parents had remained childless for a while and had conceived Eros a year before her parents got married.

She had had a huge crush on Eros since they were kids. Eros was the beautiful boy with long hair in class then who always kept to himself. While his calmness and quietness freaked other kids out, it had fascinated her and she had tried becoming friends with him, but Eros kept shutting everyone out, including her. Even though their parents were friends, Eros never talked to her.

Eros had grown into a hunky handsome teenager, different from other lean teenage boys in school. His body was well built and strong and he had tattoos all over. Of course, he was the son of a Mafia Lord, he needed to be rugged. The girls in the class started fawning over him, but he was still a snob and because she didn't give up on him when they were in middle school, she became the only one he talked to. She had liked the way he smiled at her, the way he looked at her, and the way he talked to her alone. It made her feel special that she was the only one he found worthy enough to roll with and sometimes, she had wondered if Eros had felt the same way she had felt for him. To her, he was her first love.

They had sex on their prom night and it was a night she didn't forget in a hurry. He had been her first and he was as charming in person as well as in bed. Even when she was shipped off to America by her parents for her College, she had always thought of him. She dated other guys in America, but still considered Eros as hers. When she came back to Spain after five years, Eros had become the youngest Mafia lord because of the death of his father and he was no longer that quiet boy, but a cold man. But he had acknowledged her when they met again and she hoped that he would still look and smile at her the way he had done as a teenager. But he was a different man now with other things in his mind and she still loves him hoping that one day, he would look at her and remember that teenage girl who had always been there with him.

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"You are a fcking slave who I am going to use any time I want. No one disobeys me and if I repeat myself, you will have to plead for your life." Eros was getting impatient now. He expected the btch to fall on her knees and plead helplessly, that's what they all do, always feigning vulnerability when they were a brood of vipers waiting, laying in ambush to strike when given the opportunity. He wasn't going to keep any of them close enough to harm him anyway.

But the woman in front of him didn't break down nor begged, instead, she took down the hand she had been covering her body with and stared at him with contempt. It was a new experience for him.

Cassandra knew she was not going to let this disgusting man who probably didn't value women do away with her. She was going to die before he touched her. She was going to take that bold step and hopes he sees how much she hates him in her eyes before he kills her.

"I rather get dragged in the mud with chains by moving horses or be beaten with a club with nails on it than lose my virginity to you," she spat, looking at him with hatred in her eyes, hoping her eyes conveyed the degree of contempt she felt when she spat out the words.

Anger and disbelief flashed in his eyes. She was going to be the first woman that would reject him and in such a preposterous manner. He stood up and went over to her while she gummed her back to the wall, having no other room to move back. He gripped her chin with his strong palm, forcing her to look at him, his wicked grey eyes boring into her hazel ones.

"What if it's your only ticket to freedom?" he asked, not believing he was bargaining with her.

"As I said, I rather die." Her voice held finality in it.

He quickly shoved her onto the bed. She scooted away as he crawled towards her. "I am Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon gang, you dare not reject me, nobody rejects me," he said in a husky, cold voice, his eyes five shades darker, his countenance grim and dangerous.

He climbed the bed while she still scooted away, he grabbed her legs and yanked her towards him, tore her blouse away from her body. That was when Cassandra got really scared. He suddenly looked like a demon-possessed.

What has she done?

He yanked her skirt away with one hand, leaving her in only her bra and panties. He bent over her, his breath fanning her neck. She suddenly felt so small and feeble under him as he pressed his body on her.

"You don't let me beg for this. You are mine and I have you whenever I f*cking want to."

As he spoke Cassandra groped around for something, anything to save herself with. Luckily, her hand finally found something with a sharp edge under the pillow. She didn't care to know what it was, all she cared about was her safety. She quickly drove it into his neck. He roared in pain and rolled off her, she grabbed her skirt and bolted out of the door, closing it behind her. She quickly wore the skirt, not minding that she had no clothes on top. She ran forgetting what Lucia had told her. She ran through the maze of corridors round and round.

Eros taught he was going to die. That very incident dug up a memory that he had tried so much to bury. He dragged out the object from his neck, it was scissors and the sheets were covered in blood now. He quickly stood up from bed, opened the drawer on the nightstand, took out his .32, and corked it.

Cassandra ran until she finally found a staircase. She didn't know where it would lead but she started going down the stairs as quickly as possible. It was almost dawn and she didn't see anyone around. If only she could make it to that gate and be gone forever. She finally came down to an exquisite living room, but she didn't stop to admire it, she had a more important purpose for being there. Dashing to a glass door and finding it still open, she ran out and found herself in the compound. She almost collapsed with relief, when she found no one around, everywhere was quiet, with no guards around.

They must have all drunk into a stupor. But her joy was short-lived when she heard a gun go off. She tried to dash into one of the many flowers in the yard and hide, but the pain that shot through her body debilitated her. She crashed to the ground, touched her chest, and looked at her palm, it was covered with a red liquid.

Blood.

Her own blood. She started to drift away slowly, but the voices of men sounded as echoes in her head. Before she finally shut down, she heard the all too familiar voice.

"B*tch!"

She went blank.