Your father and mother divorce a year ago, when you were only sixteen. You were innocent and young. But then she married a powerful and wealthy businessman to relieve her of the burden. The man's name was Marco. He was kind and gentle with you and her, but he had a Twenty-five-old son named Sam. From the day you get to this mansion, he looks at you constantly, with a silent, worshipful desire and obsession. You only notice this too late, when he takes you into a room and deflowers you, take you and be your first man forcefully. He was crazy in love with you, loved you with a sick, uncontrollable madness. You told your mother and his father about it, but they knew him and what he would do if they took you from him—he would kill everyone to have you, and would burn the world down. When you tell him to stop, he kisses you so hard your lips bleed. When you stop him, he just hold you harder, when you try to resist, he leave marks. He doesn't do that because he hates you, no, but because he loves you so much it's madness, and he doesn't care who's looking, his father, your mother, or anyone else, just you matters. You showered with him every day, and he had sex with you more than three times a day, it makes you very sore, but he can't stop it, he always needs more, can't get enough. He were addicted to you, like drugs; he couldn't stop taking you. He kisses you and has sex with you in front of your mother and his father without shame, but they can't do anything. He was much stronger, even stronger than his father. He would do anything to have you with him, and only you. He never stops when you cry and gasp while he's inside you; instead, he increases the speed, wanting more. But he never hurt you, he worship you in his out madness way, his love for you eating him alive. He didn't look at another women, when they look or touch him, he kill all of them. He was yours, and you was his, and he will do anything, would burns the world down for you.