Prologue.

"Maxine, you have a visitor!"  I heard my mother shout from the living room.

 "Who is it, Mom?!"  I said with a loud voice to make her hear me.

I put the glass of milk on the table before putting the cookies in the oven. I checked the food that I was cooking before turning the stove off.  I washed my hands and dried them using a towel.

 "It's your suitor!"  Mama also shouted back making me stop.

My forehead creased because of what she said.  Suitor? I have a suitor? I don't remember letting Someone woo me even though I knew they liked me.

As a model, it was normal to receive a lot of confessions, because I couldn't deny that I am beautiful.  But I have never accepted those who wanted to court me. Yes, they are all handsome, but h*ll!  They aren't even my type. They are a bunch of playboys who just wanted me to warm their beds. Gross.

 I hurriedly walked out of the kitchen.  "Mom, who’s that? As far as I remember, didn't allow anyone to court me because they were all—” My feet immediately looking at when I saw the man's face.

I suddenly felt cold while looking at his gentle but handsome face. But I knew behind that face was the son of s*tan. The minion of S*tan that I don't want to see in my life.

It was as if I had been doused with very cold water as my eyes widened when I remembered that night. The night that I became weak. The night that I almost lost my life. The night that I will never forget in my whole life. What happened did not let me sleep for several years.

My body started shaking, I felt like I was sweating even though the air conditioner was very cold. I wanted to step back but I couldn't. My body stuck like a statue. I wanted to shout and run away but I couldn’t. I want to hurt him but I can’t!

 “M-Maxine? What is happening to you?"

What happened that night keeps coming back to my mind. The memories I always tried to forget.  The memories that gave me darkness all of my life. The memory that changed my perfect life. What happened destroyed my entire being.

The memories that I fear.

It was him… he was the man who made me like this. He was the man who r*ped me! I know that's him! I will never forget the f*cker's face!

My eyes widened even more as my brain replayed what happened that night. I heard a deafening voice that made me scream and fall to my knees. I heard someone talking softly but I couldn’t hear them. What I heard now was the repeated voice of that night. My voice was screaming and asking for help so he wouldn't hurt me.

It was painful, really painful. He almost killed me that night.

He drove me away, tortured me, exploited me. He hurt me and didn't listen to my painful screams.

He hurt me, he made me suffer, he... he...

I screamed and pressed my hands to my ears as the voice I heard got louder and louder.  I heard myself crying and begging for him to stop.  I tried to squeeze in somewhere and continued to scream. My heart was pounding and my body could barely move. It looked like I was paralyzed. I was pulling my hair so tightly that I almost wanted to pull it all out just to make the voices stop.

"Don't come near me!" I shouted.  "Ah! Make it stop! Make it stop!” I cried. I screamed and shook myself when I felt someone trying to hold me. I beat my head because of the pain. "N-No! No! Stop!” I felt something sharp stab on my arm making me scream even more.

It came back. My fear is back. I don't want it. I do not want to. I am afraid of this. No!

"Ahhh!" I shouted for the last time before the darkness slowly took over me.