The Woman He Will Never Forget

This wasn't the scene Julia had dreamed of for her first time. Not at all like the romantic setting she had always imagined for her first time. She had envisioned a warm embrace filled with love from the man whose heart beat in sync with hers, the one she would someday call her husband. Yet now, her dreams felt as fragile as soap bubbles, bursting under the weight of this harsh reality in front of her. After years of guarding her heart and body, even from Victor, she found herself trapped in a nightmare she had tried to avoid.

A surge of pain twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She fought against the thought of giving up, wondering if death would be better than facing this torment. Determination filled her as she thought of the puppet master behind this horror; she wouldn't give him the victory he sought. She would not end her life. No, she would take charge of her own fate, refusing to let them write her ending. They didn't crave her death; they aimed to shatter her spirit and defile what she cherished most. With grim resolve, she vowed to resist their cruel intentions.

The thought broke her heart; but if she had to choose, she would take one man over the endless assault of these group of evil men. Those monsters would not find pleasure in her defeat or suffering. In the midst of her fear, she clung to the belief that Dante was different. She could see kindness in his eyes; he carried no malice in his heart. Although this situation would hurt her deeply, it felt like a lesser evil than falling into the hands of that cruel syndicate.

Dante stood frozen, his heart heavy as he gazed at Julia. He couldn't bear to cause her any more pain. He felt her vulnerability in the air, a weight pressing down on him, reminding him of the power he held over her. A wave of guilt washed over him; it wasn't right for anyone to endure such torment. 

"What is taking so long? We're getting impatient! Are you just going to stare at each other all night? Or will you do something? Don't make me mad or else, my men will take over!" the leader yelled, his voice echoing with menace. 

Dante's jaw tightened, anger bubbling inside him. "Those people are truly evils. Their souls are wicked!" 

Julia's eyes shimmered with desperation as she turned to him, pleading silently for understanding. "Dante, please. I beg you. I'd rather it be you than fall into the hands of those evils!" she cried, her voice trembling. 

Worry creased Dante's forehead, his heart racing as he processed her words. "A-Are you sure? I know you'll hate me after this. W-We could still escape. I'll count to three, and we'll run as fast as we can," he tried to convince her, urgency in his tone. 

Julia shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks as a sense of dread filled her. "I don't want to be pessimistic, but let's face reality. If we escape, do you think they won't chase us? They know these woods like the back of their hands! There are many of them, while… it's just two of us. They have weapons—pistols and shotguns. There's no way we're getting out of here alive."

"B-But—"

"I've already made up my mind, Dante," she said, her voice shaking. "I'm sorry you're dragged into this and that I've added this weight on you. Please, let's save ourselves. We don't deserve to die like this. I know you're angry at yourself for feeling helpless. But we're in the same boat. Let's just do this. We don't have to look at each other, so… we don't have to feel… pain," she said, tilting her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, I beg you. Do it."

He inhaled deeply, the weight of her words sinking in. She was being realistic, facing the truth. He didn't want to die either, if he had a choice to make. He and Julia were different; he didn't want to become a bad man under these circumstances. How could he not feel for Julia? He, too, held his life and loved ones dear to his heart.

"God, if you're really listening, have mercy on us. Save us, and forgive me for what I'm about to do…" he whispered, inching closer to Julia.

"Tsk! These idiots are taking too long! So dramatic! If you're not going to do it, we will. Boys, get ready!" the leader sneered, rising from his seat and signaling his men.

Dante swallowed hard, a knot forming in his throat. The thought of that terrible thing happening to Julia twisted his stomach, so he decided to deceive them. "You're too impatient, relax. I thought you wanted a live action show?" he said, forcing a casual tone as he attempted to outsmart them. 

The leader's tense shoulders eased a fraction as he nodded. "Don't make me angry. Get on with it!" 

He turned to Julia, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry. I had to say that because—" 

"I truly understand. You don't need to explain. Really. I trust you with our lives now, Dante. Let's just do this and get it over with…" she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. 

He studied Julia closely, but nothing stirred within him. How could he be around to her allure when she was so clearly a victim? The knowledge that neither of them wanted this moment stole away any spark of desire.

Julia seemed to sense his thoughts and leaned in, her lips meeting his. He froze, his eyes widening in shock. The evil group of men just a few feet away jeered, "That's the kind of woman I like! You got guts!" Their laughter echoed around them. 

Julia's lips tasted sweet, and her breath carried a light, pleasant scent that cut through the tension. They were soft against his. Yet, a surprising thought crossed his mind; she wasn't a great kisser. She was married, so she must have had a long-time boyfriend before that. The reality of her marriage weighed heavily on his chest, making his heart sink deeper. 

He imagined her husband's devastation when he would learn of this, but helplessness engulfed him—there was nothing he could do. Shaking off the dark thoughts, he tried to focus on the kiss, responding to her gently. If he wanted to survive this moment, he had to close his eyes to their reality, pretending he and Julia were not victims, that those demons didn't exist. Perhaps then, he could manage to carry on. 

He cradled her head in his hand, careful to keep it from resting uncomfortably on the filthy grass beneath them. For what felt like endless moments, they lost themselves in deep kisses, like lovers blissfully unaware of the reality closing in around them.

He pulled back for a moment, their lips barely separated as he gasped for air. "I'll do it now. I won't take off our clothes. At least this way, I can protect you," he whispered softly in her ear.

She nodded, her eyes glistening. "T-Thank you, Dante. For thinking of me." 

The moment felt all wrong; this wasn't how he had imagined being close to her. Anguish twisted in him, knowing he couldn't give her the gentle touch or admiring gaze that she truly deserved. This wasn't how he wanted to be with her, but he felt trapped with no other option.

His hands trembled as he reached for his zipper, intending only to free his manhood in this moment. "I'm sorry… but I have to do this…" he murmured, the weight of his words heavy. He carefully lifted her long skirt, revealing the delicate fabric beneath.

There was no need to take that off. He refused to give these evil men the satisfaction of seeing their bodies exposed. The thought of what they wanted was already deeply disturbing to him.

"Are you really sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained. "It wouldn't be so bad to die fighting for our principles." 

She shook her head slowly, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Do it, please. Stop asking me. I won't be stronger in your next question. Please… so this can end." 

Taking a deep breath, he reluctantly exposed his manhood, urgency coursing through him; he needed to finish this quickly. He reached for the hem of her underwear when the leader shot up from his seat, fury etched on his face. 

"Are you fucking kidding us?" the leader roared. "We didn't allow you to replace us for that! Take off the fucking clothes! Both of you!"

He swallowed hard, feeling a wave of dread; he thought his trick would work. 

"You really won't follow us, huh?" they sneered, aiming their guns towards them. 

Panic flooded Julia's features as her eyes widened. "Let's just do what they say, Dante!"

He clenched his jaw, he never feel so defeated in his life. He peeled off his clothes. He stood there bare, feeling exposed himself. As a man, he could handle this, but the thought of Julia being stripped bare for their eyes was unbearable. She doesn't deserve this, nor he.

"I'm already undressed! Isn't this enough?" he snapped, frustration bubbling inside him. The leader smirked, eyes glinting with malice. "Very good for you. But what about that woman? Is she going to undress or not?" They felt like demons to him, their laughter sending chills down his spine. 

He watched as Julia's hands trembled while she removed her clothing, tears streaming down her face. Panic surged within him as he gasped, quickly wrapping an arm around her to shield her from their gaze. Not a single one of them had the right to see her body and in this vulnerable state. 

He pressed his weight against her, whispering, "Please bear with my weight. It's much better. So they won't see your body. Close your eyes, don't look at me. I promise I'll be quick, and it will end soon. Forgive me, Julia." The group remained oblivious, assuming he had started the "action." 

He leaned in and kissed her again, a gentle press of his lips against hers, a kiss meant to calm her and convey his apology.

The air grew thick with tension as the entire area fell silent, all eyes fixed on them, watching intently. Dante took a deep breath, feeling a rush of determination as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Julia. But when he tried to move closer, a sudden realization struck him; he couldn't easily enter.

"J-Julia…?" he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from her face. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her face contorted in discomfort, revealing her pain. She clenched her jaw, biting her lower lip as she tried to stifle any sound from escaping.

A wave of anxiety washed over him as he glanced down at their bodies intertwined together. His eyes widened in shock as he noticed blood—an alarming sign beneath them. A chilling thought struck him; the tightness he felt wasn't just fear—it was a physical constriction.

"J-Julia… d-don't tell me you're still—" he ventured nervously, but she quickly cut him off. She grasped his arm tightly, her eyes pleading as she looked up into his, desperation written all over her face.

"Sshh! Don't make a sound," she whispered, her voice trembling. "D-Don't let them find out. If they know I'm still a virgin, they might not keep their promise. They might do this to me too," she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "P-Please, I'm begging. C-Continue." Her voice cracked, and she sniffled softly. 

A wave of guilt washed over him, but something shifted within; he truly understood her fear now. Knowing she was still a virgin made it clear—she would choose a man she trusted over a group of predators. He realized just how desperately she wanted to survive, to hold onto life at all costs. 

He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to her skin, trying to erase her sadness. He vowed in his heart to shield her from those men, to guard her body and her secret fiercely.

He took a deep breath, not hesitating any longer as he positioned himself above her, even as doubt clawed at their hearts.