She was innocent.
Her name was Anna — untouched, unaware of the world's darkness.
Her father was drowning in poverty, desperate for money.
One day, a middle-aged man came to visit him — a wealthy businessman… with a twisted mind and a son who wasn't quite normal.
The man laid eyes on Anna once... and a wicked idea took root in his mind.
"Why not take her?"
"Her father needs money anyway…"
He turned to Anna's father with a smirk.
> "I'll give you all the money you want… but only under one condition."
Anna's father stared at him.
> "You must give me your daughter. Sell her to me. She will belong to me now."
Blinded by need, without a second thought about what that man might do to his daughter, her father agreed.
Anna was in her room when the man walked in.
She turned, confused and scared.
> "Who are you? And why would I go with you?"
He stepped closer, his voice low and cold.
> "Because your father sold you to me. From this moment, you are mine. I'll do whatever I want with you... and no one can stop me."
Anna cried and begged her father.
> "dad, please don't let them take me... please save me…"
But no one listened.
Her father had already taken the money.
The deal was done. Her fate was sealed.
The man dragged Anna out of her room, ignoring her screams, ignoring her tears.
She was forced into his car…
She looked back one last time, hoping for rescue — but her father didn't even look her way.
When they reached his mansion, the man smirked and said coldly:
> "Stand right here."
Then his hands…
They started roaming her body — boldly, shamelessly.
Anna froze, disgusted, violated… but too scared to move.
Suddenly, a young man entered the room — the man's son.
He was good-looking but… there was something off about him. His eyes were empty. Distant.
The older man smiled proudly and turned to him.
> "Son, look what I brought you."
"From now on, she's yours. Do whatever you want with her. She belongs to you now."
Anna's heart sank.
She wasn't a person anymore.
She was a gift… a toy… sold, touched, and handed over like she was nothing.
The boy grabbed Anna's arm tightly and dragged her into his room.
> "You're mine now," he said with a strange smile.
"I'll do whatever I want with you."
Anna tried to fight back — crying, screaming — but he only laughed.
He handed her a glass of juice.
> "Drink it. You'll feel better…"
She refused at first, but he forced it between her lips.
Everything went blurry…
Her vision faded…
Darkness took over.
When Anna opened her eyes again, her head was spinning.
She was lying on a large bed.
Her wrists were tied to the bedposts, her ankles restrained, and… she wasn't wearing anything.
Tears welled up in her eyes as reality hit her.
> "No… no, please…"
She couldn't scream.
She couldn't move.
She could only feel the fear crawling over her skin.
And then… the door opened again.
It was him.
The same boy — the one his father had called a "gifted heir."
Anna clenched her eyes shut, humiliated beyond words.
She had no clothes.
No voice.
No protection.
He stood there for a moment… just staring. His gaze was vile, lingering on every inch of her like she was nothing but a plaything.
Then he stepped closer.
> "Tonight," he said, his voice low and twisted, "you'll feel something new… Something you'll never forget."
Anna began to cry again.
> "Please… don't do this. Please don't ruin me…"
But he didn't listen.
He didn't care.
> "Every girl faces this moment," he replied coldly. "Why are you crying over it?"
His words pierced her like knives.
> "No one has ever touched me…" she whispered. "I've never been with anyone. Please… don't take that from me…"
He leaned in close, ignoring her pleas, his breath hot against her ear.
> "You belong to me now. Your innocence… your body… all of it."
Then, without a word, he pulled out a cloth…
Tied it around her mouth.
Silencing her completely.
Her heart pounded wildly.
She tried to scream—but nothing came out.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, deliberately, like unwrapping a gift he had been waiting for his whole life.
And Anna… could only wait in silence.
Then without a warning he start kissing and bitting her lips. Than he says big tits!
He tilted his head and took her left hard n!pp!le into his mouth.
Then he untied her hands and feet.
Then he make sure she took the doggy style position which was his favorite.her butt was now facing him.
He slapped her @sss hard.she moans
He said; your pussy is ready to be destroyed by my huge dick from behind.
Anna was crying because she isn't ready for this, but he said don't worry you enjoy it.
Then he quickly took off his boxers in front or her @ss. Without warning his huge rock hard dick insert into Anna pussy with full force. Anna moaned in pain.
He starts moving roughly,his hips slamming against her forcefully , the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room .
Fuck fuck your pussy is so tight...he said
Your pussy squeezing my dick so well.
He grabs Anna's hair with one hand and hold her @ss with other hand . Her face buried in the pillow . His eyes rolling back .
With the final thrust, both breathing heavily.
After it was over, he leaned closer to her and asked in a low voice:
> "Did you enjoy it?"
Anna, still trembling and breathless, whispered:
> "It hurt... a lot. But maybe... a little part of it was enjoyable."
A slow, dark smile spread across his face.
He liked that answer. Too much.
> "This was just the beginning," he thought to himself.
"Let's see how far she can go…"
Anna, half-conscious, her body drained, slowly shifted toward him.
Her head rested gently on his chest.
Within minutes… she drifted into a broken, uneasy sleep — right there, against the monster who now owned her.
Anna had no idea what storm was about to hit her next.
She thought the night was over — but her nightmare had only just begun.
Whatever his son did to Anna… every wicked act, every stolen breath —
And from a distance…
his father watched.
He stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on them, cold and calculating — as if studying her.
And as the night went on, his expression shifted.
> "She's more than I thought," he whispered to himself.
"Maybe… I want a taste too."
A darker desire sparked inside him.
And in that moment, he decided —
Anna wouldn't belong to just his son.