This is the sequel to Destruction part 01, featuring the same characters. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead.
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"Here you go. One cappuccino," Daniel said as he handed Cassandra her warm cup.
For a second, their fingers touched. Cassandra felt her face getting red. Daniel was new at her work, but they hit it off instantly. He knew how to make her coffee just right.
"Thanks," she said, smiling. "You're sweet."
"Not as sweet as you are, seeing as how you like it,"
"What?" she asked, feeling a spark of discomfort.
"Your coffee. Lots of sugar and cream," Daniel explained.
A sigh of relief escaped Cassandra. These days, she felt weird when she heard a sentence that could be taken another way. "How you like it," or "Did you like it," were the main offenders.
He sat down and asked, "So, are you busy this friday night?"
"No, why?" Cassandra asked.
"Well, I was wondering if you were maybe up for getting a drink after work. Would that be okay?"
Cassandra blushed again. But she also felt some awkwardness. It had been a while since she'd seen someone. She wouldn't mind going out, having a little fun. Not knowing where if it could lead to something exciting. But then, just for a moment, terrible memories flooded her mind. She shook it off, and smiled back.
"That would be fine. Looking forward to it."
"Great!" Daniel said.
He looked around to see if no one was watching, then quickly stole a kiss from her. Cassandra nearly giggled. Daniel had just turned thirty, making him nine years younger than her. It felt good to be wanted like that again, with a soft kiss and touch. Especially by someone younger than her. As he got up to go back to his work station, she couldn't help but stare at his tush. But as soon as he was out of her view, the sadness fell over her again.
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On her way back home from work, Cassandra's mind was wracking up with many thoughts and doubts. Daniel was the first man who expressed interest in her since her last boyfriend Steven left her. The reason behind the split from Steven brought back horrible memories of that fateful night. The night she last saw her twin sons, Eric and Michael. She never told anyone what happened, and had to live with her shame in silence.
She liked Daniel a lot. She even fantasized about making love to him. Holding him close as he entered her. A soft, gentle touch caressing her breasts. It made her wet just thinking about it. But the idea of being intimate was terrifying to her. Every time she was the slightest bit horny, the memory of her two sons violating her came flooding back. Their youthful, eighteen-year old cocks ramming into her without any regard. The dark night they betrayed her trust and raped her in their own home. The worst part? She secretly enjoyed it, though she would never admit this to anyone. Least of all herself.
She hadn't seen them since. The only word was an envelope with pictures of them, taken that night after she passed out. That was four months ago when she received those. She turned 39 since then. A birthday she spend alone. She missed them. Despite everything they did to her, she missed having her boys around her. Those feelings had gotten worse this week. It was their birthday this week. They'd turn nineteen. On their own, God only knows where. Cassandra wished they would just let her know they were okay.
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Cassandra came home around 8 PM. It was dark and she was tired from a long day of work. The ad agency she worked at for nearly fifteen years had become her escape from home. She dreaded coming here now, an empty house with dark memories. But like every night, she steeled herself and walked up to her house. There was nothing to fear, really. They were gone.
She took off her heels and headed upstairs. The sooner she'd get her work clothes off and into a hot shower the better. She unbuttoned her jacket and walked into her bedroom. She was about to unzip her skirt, when she noticed the light wasn't turning on. Did a fuse blow? Or maybe the bulb needed changing? She walked in the dark, trying not to trip. She pulled the chain hanging from the ceiling, but still no light. She shrugged and turned around.
To her surprise, the door suddenly shut. The light from the hallway was cut off, leaving her standing in utter darkness. She heard breathing. Was someone in the room with her?
"Hello?" she muttered, afraid to hear a reply.
A push against her chest, like being hit full force with a basketball. The force of the blow threw her onto her bed. Before she could regain her senses, two strong hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her further up on the bed. A second pair of hands began to grope her ass, feeling around until roughly pulling up her skirt.
No, not this! Not again!
she thought
She tried to scream, but a hand pressed down on her mouth. Two eyes looked at her in the darkness. A man's eyes. His hand went off her mouth, to be replaced with the stinging sensation of fabric on her lips. A wad of cloth was shoved into her mouth. They were gagging her. She tried to scream, but it came out muffled. She couldn't break loose as the second man pressed his knee down on her back. He was still stroking her ass, feeling her up through her nylon stockings. The other finished with her gag, then proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. She was trapped. Unable to budge and inch. The second man stepped back. A bright flash blinded her. He was taking pictures. Ten of them at least, with the flash bright enough to illuminate the room for a moment. Why was this happening?
