Paulina

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She was roused from her reverie by the sound of the door being violently opened and footsteps in the hallway. A moment later, Leszek entered the room. Without a word, he placed half a liter of "Bols Boat" and juice on the table, then opened the bar, probably to look for glasses.

"Something wrong?" she asked timidly.

Leszek merely grunted, placing the glass on the table. Paulina stood and embraced the boy. He seemed oblivious to her gesture. With visible frustration, he poured himself a shot of vodka.

"You're hindering my movements," he growled with reluctance, then downed his first shot. Paulina already knew not to cross him tonight. Quietly, practically on tiptoe, she slipped into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She already knew the scenario for tonight... now she was just waiting for it to be played out.

They had met five years earlier. Paulina N. and Leszek K. She was a young, ambitious girl of just 19, and he was a 24-year-old unemployed man with only a partial secondary education.

They first met during one of the spring open-air concerts their city hosted. A drunken man began making advances on Paulina, who had briefly separated from her friends. Just then, Leszek appeared. In a firm tone, he told the intruder to leave Paulina alone, or misfortune would befall him. The intruder meekly walked away, practically bowing to Paulina and Leszek in apologetic gestures. That was the beginning of their relationship. Leszek greatly impressed Paulina with his determination and physical prowess, and also, as it later turned out, his romantic spirit. During that concert, they spent a solid five hours together, after which Leszek walked Paulina home. They exchanged phone numbers… That's how it all began.

Now, five years later, the girl has long regretted that evening. Her family, who never accepted Leszek, cut off all contact with her as soon as Paulina moved in with him. For the first two years after they moved in with Leszek's mother (and three years after they began dating), things were quite good. Although Leszek changed jobs frequently, their income was somehow sufficient to support them, as Leszek's mother paid all the rent. However, two years later, her mother died, leaving them only her apartment. Now, as money began to flow through their fingers, poverty loomed before them. This situation lasted for several months. One day, Leszek returned home happy and waved a roll of banknotes in Paulina's face. "Our troubles are over!" he would shout excitedly. It turned out that Leszek had started dealing drugs. At first, she wasn't particularly interested in her boyfriend's new occupation, but later it began to bother her – Leszek, after a hard day of dealing, when his business wasn't going well, started drinking. Gradually, he became a different person. He drank because the business was bad, he drank because the police were constantly raiding dealers, he drank because… he drank. His optimism, his romanticism, vanished. He became withdrawn, grumpy. But when he drank… "Why, you slut, can't you find a job?! Do you think I'll fucking support you forever?!" He would shout often, in a fit of anger… Later, of course, he apologized profusely, promising to do better… but nothing changed. Paulina repeatedly wanted to return to her family, but she knew full well that she had long since been discharged…

She was already half asleep when the bedroom door slowly opened. The light switch clicked softly, and a sudden brightness momentarily blinded Paulina. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Leszek standing in the doorway, looking at her suspiciously.

"Are you avoiding me!?" His hateful voice seemed louder to Paulina than it actually was. She didn't answer, so Leszek repeated the question…. Silence again.

"I knew it, you whore! You don't love me anymore! I'll show you how much you're worth to me!" Leszek growled through his teeth, then moved toward her. Paulina simply closed her eyes. From the moment Leszek took his first drink, she knew how the evening would end.

A moment later, she felt his breath on her face. He reeked of nicotine and overcooked alcohol… mostly alcohol.

"You wanted love, so you'll have it..." he whispered in her ear. At that same moment, she felt Leszek's touch on her thigh. His hand slowly moved higher and higher, towards her crotch. Paulina gritted her teeth, trying to keep a straight face. Meanwhile, Leszek had already begun to pull her skirt down. Paulina didn't even resist... she knew that whatever was going to happen now was simply inevitable...

Meanwhile, Leszek had just finished with the skirt and with a violent movement, practically ripped Paulina's panties off. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Paulina repeated in her mind. With all her heart, she wished for this nightmare to be over, for it to be over. She felt Leszek's touch on her thighs again, this time parting her legs. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw him above her. His wild, almost inhuman eyes stared at her labia with clear pleasure, as if wanting to devour them. His swollen, bloodshot member seemed to throb as if it were about to explode. His dry lips whispered one word over and over again… "…love, love, love…" Suddenly, Leszek violently collapsed on Paulina, his weight practically crushing her into the bed. She closed her eyes again. Leszek's hands tightened painfully on her buttocks, and then she felt a terrible burning sensation in her vagina. His member seemed to burst her, tearing her apart from the inside. Forward, backward, forward, backward. Each one a hundred times more painful than the last. And that whisper… "…love, whore, love, whore…" – two words Leszek repeated like a mantra. She knew she couldn't scream. Every word she uttered now threatened to be beaten. Every resistance, every movement… she had been through this too many times.

After a moment, Leszek released her buttocks, raised himself slightly, and began tearing at her shirt with his right hand, holding himself in place with his left.

"He'll come home tomorrow with a new shirt as an apology gift," the thought flashed through her mind. Yes... Paulina had been through this too many times...

Leszek ripped his shirt and began kneading Paulina's breasts, not stopping his fucking. Usually, at this moment, Paulina would think of nothing, focusing all her attention on the pain and that strange feeling of "dirtyness." This time, however, was different. For some reason, Paulina opened her eyes and, gazing at Leszek rhythmically moving above her, thought about how he used to be. She recalled the beginning of their acquaintance, their romantic walks, their first kisses. The entire situation Paulina was in now slowly began to lose its reality, replaced by a world of memories. The silhouette of Leszek raping her began to gently blur and merge with the ceiling. The light of the lit lamp, from yellow, gradually faded to a glowing white, softly enveloping Paulina from all sides. The pain and suffering vanished, replaced by a pleasant, soothing warmth. And then... just as Paulina felt almost happy in this strange state, the end came. The light suddenly went out, the warmth vanished. Paulina was enveloped in darkness, and that was how it remained.

A few hours after the rape, with Leszek sleeping next to her, Paulina bled to death…