Adriana had lived with Mr. González as if he were a real father.
For years, he had provided everything she could ever need, love, protection, education, comfort, and security.
He guided her through the finest schools, ensured she had every opportunity to learn, and nurtured her into a capable, intelligent young woman.
Years passed, and Adriana had grown into a striking woman.
It was no longer just her beauty that captivated those around her, her figure commanded attention, impossible to ignore.
Her jet-black hair framed her face perfectly, highlighting her light skin and large, expressive eyes that seemed to hold quiet allure.
Her soft, enticing lips suggested a subtle sensuality, while her proud, well-shaped breasts, flat stomach, and rounded hips formed a flawless, harmonious silhouette.
Her long, elegant legs completed the picture, giving her an undeniable presence that left anyone who saw her breathless and in awe.
It wasn't only just strangers on the street and in the shopping malls, or her lecturers and classmates at college who were captivated by her.
Even the man who had raised her—the one she had always called "father" even if he wasn't, felt a pull he could not resist.
Then came her eighteenth birthday, the morning of her first year in college.
Adriana awoke to find Mr. González in her room. Confusion froze her at first, but the weight of his intent quickly became terrifyingly clear.
A cold, dangerous energy filled the space, and her mind raced to comprehend a possibility she had never imagined.
Fear surged through her veins. She tried to resist, tried to speak, tried to push him away, but his presence and resolve escalated with every passing second.
Then, in a horrifying instant, he brandished a gun. His words cut through the room like ice:
"If you keep resisting," he said calmly, "I will end your life. Do not make this harder than it has to be."
Adriana froze. Her mind struggled to process the impossible. Her heart pounded violently, each second stretching into an eternity.
The raw terror of death gripped her completely, and she felt herself unraveling beneath the weight of his threats.
Powerless, she surrendered, knowing escape was impossible.
The aftermath left her shaken to her very core. The sheets were stained with blood, silent evidence of the chaos that had erupted in that room.
Her body trembled with shock and fear, and yet he showed no remorse. The cold excitement in his eyes, the utter lack of care, revealed a cruelty so profound it made her world tilt entirely.
The betrayal cut deeper than flesh; it carved into her psyche. The man who had raised her, the one she had trusted without question, had shattered that trust in a single, horrifying moment.
From that day forward, Adriana could not look at men the same way again. Her innocence was gone, replaced by vigilance, anger, and an unyielding determination never to be vulnerable again.
The world had revealed its cruelty in its most intimate and personal form, and she would carry the memory of that betrayal forever, a dark mark on the person she had once been.
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After everything Mr. González had done to her, Adriana felt utterly trapped, with nowhere left to turn.
She didn't know any of her relatives except for the Sisters back at the orphanage, the only semblance of family she had ever truly known.
The thought of returning there flickered through her mind, a fragile hope of escaping the nightmare Mr. González had thrust upon her.
Yet even that small comfort seemed impossible. Who would ever believe that someone as important and influential as Mr. González could commit such acts?
To the outside world, he was the very picture of kindness, someone countless people approached with their problems, always ready to help.
His contributions to the welfare of the Capital City were immense, making him a figure of admiration and respect.
Despite his wealth and power, he had no wife or children, a fact that surprised many.
For someone of his standing, the absence of a family was considered unusual, if not alarming.
But no one truly knew why this was the case, nor could anyone ever claim to understand the thoughts that occupied his mind.
Ms. Claudia, his long-serving assistant, was the only person who had worked for him faithfully for nearly thirty years.
She had begun her service when she was just nineteen, while Mr. González was already a man of middle age.
Over all those decades, she had never seen any woman enter his household, and the reason remained a mystery even to her.
Sometimes, in quiet, reflective moments, she wondered if perhaps Mr. González was somehow incomplete, though she had no way of knowing for sure.
Meanwhile, Adriana's health deteriorated at an alarming pace.
Ms. Claudia noticed the changes, her concern deepening by the day, yet she remained puzzled by how Adriana moved, it was unnatural, almost mechanical in its strain.
Her clothes were often soiled, marked by wet patches that carried a distinct, pungent smell, the colour unnervingly resembling pus.
Adriana, are you alright?" One day Ms. Claudia asked gently, her voice tinged with worry.
Adriana only nodded silently, retreating quickly to her room. She refused to speak, remembering the stern warning she had been given: if she dared defy him, her life would be in grave danger.
The situation worsened with time, reaching a horrifying point when Mr. González decided to escalate his abuse further, using the other hole.
Each day that passed, Adriana's fear and despair deepened, and her body and spirit weakened under the relentless torment.