Chapter 2

Michael gripped both of Angel's hands tightly, restraining the girl's movements. Angel felt anxious and scared by the situation she was in. Dave, with a sardonic smile on his face, brought his face closer to Angel's and said, "Looks like you like the violent way?"

Angel shook her head quickly, "No, please let me go!" she pleaded with tears running down her cheeks. She was humiliated and terrified of what would happen to her.

Dave mocked and continued, "Serve us until we are satisfied first!" But Angel tried to remain brave in the face of the situation. She continued to struggle with all her might.

"Stop!" shouted Angel in a trembling voice as Dave began to forcefully undress her.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense, and Angel felt that he had to do something immediately to end this situation. In fear and desperation, he was still searching for the strength to fight back and break free from the clutches of the two men.

"Looks like no man has ever touched you?" asked Dave with a lustful look after unbuttoning Angel's shirt one by one. Quickly, the men removed Angel's bra and placed it on the side of the bed, as if they didn't want any barrier between them.

Right now, Angel was really being tortured by his two half-brothers. It felt like their stings were all over her body. Angel let out a stifled sigh with a firm bite of his lower lip and shook his head against all this. "Stop it!"

"Go ahead and scream and cry, that way you can make us lust after you even more," Dave said with a mocking laugh along with Michael.

However, the sound of the house bell ringing suddenly made Dave and Michael grunt in annoyance. Their plan of mischief had to be postponed due to the arrival of uninvited guests. In the midst of his anxiety, Angel felt he could breathe a sigh of relief for a moment. He hoped whoever came would be able to save him from the clutches of the two demons who were now beside him.

The girl immediately covered her exposed chest by clasping her arms together. Meanwhile, with a quick movement, she picked up the bra that was not far away from her, hoping to recover some of her self-esteem that had been damaged by Dave and Michael. Deep down, Angel vowed not to let these two hurt her any further.

"Mich, open the door!" exclaimed Dave in a commanding tone, which was immediately answered with a quick nod from his younger brother.

Dave and Angel stared at Michael as he walked out of the room, his eyes glued to his brother's back as he walked away. Until finally their gaze returned to Angel who was now wearing a bra.

However, what Angel did seemed to pierce Dave's heart. He felt insulted, and anger raged in his mind. Unable to contain his anger, Dave roughly pulled off the bra Angel was wearing and threw it away. "Who told you to wear it?!" asked Dave as he firmly gripped both of Angel's cheeks, as if to express his deep anger. The girl winced in pain, the beaten and helpless look in her eyes.

"Don't! Why are you being so mean? What's wrong with me and papa?" Angel shouted, but Dave still didn't answer.

Not long after, Michael entered the room. Dave was forced to stop the action and turned to his brother. "Who's here?" asked Dave, who had momentarily forgotten Angel. The girl then closed her thighs tightly and pulled the blanket that was nearby to cover her body.

"Bella is looking for you," Michael said, causing Dave's expression to change to one of dislike. Bella, a girl who became his girlfriend. They started a relationship three months ago at the insistence of Dave's mother, who wanted her son to have a life partner soon.

"Why didn't you just tell her that I wasn't home?" complained Dave, frowning and staring at Michael. The feeling of being forced into a relationship with Bella seemed to be a thorn in his heart every time he heard her name mentioned.

"It's already happened!"

"Then take care of her!" said Dave before walking out of the room with a look at Angel, who was shaking her head in fear. Michael nodded his head with a flat face as he looked at Dave as he left the room.

After Dave left the room, Michael now looked at Angel, who was getting more and more frightened.

"Who told you to wear that blanket?" asked Michael sharply, which was only answered by a fearful shake of the head from Angel. Nimbly, Michael pulled back the blanket covering Angel's body, revealing a view of the girl's body that was currently without a single thread covering it. Michael smiled slyly, his gaze looking lustfully at his stepsister's surprisingly beautiful and seductive body. This instantly aroused the pent-up passion within him. In addition, the fact that Dave had gone out gave him the freedom to be with Angel without anyone interfering.

Without thinking, Michael immediately took off his T-shirt and pants. He violently merged with Angel, making her startle and widen her eyes as she felt the sting that engulfed her.

Opening his eyes slowly, Michael looked down at Angel lying on his side. For some reason, there was an odd feeling that arose in his heart. From his rough treatment earlier, the girl should have been bleeding the first time. But not a single drop of blood came out. At that time, in Michael's mind, he didn't even feel that Angel was really a virgin.

His brow furrowed, a question creeping into the corner of his mind. "Angel," he whispered hesitantly, looking into Angel's tear-drenched eyes. "You're no longer a virgin?"

"It's none of your business!" snapped Angel in a flurry of emotions, a violent rejection of the way Michael had just treated him so painfully.

"Oh, so you're no longer a virgin?" asked Michael in an insulting tone. Anger, disappointment, and unimaginable feelings were mixed up inside Michael. He thought Angel was the innocent girl he had known all along. However, Michael had been betrayed by his own expectations. "What a bad girl you turned out to be! Often sleeping with other men, huh?"

"Watch your mouth, Michael! I'll report all your behavior to Mama," threatened Angel, who was no longer afraid.

"How dare you threaten me?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

"I will avenge you on your father, just like he did to me!" Michael shouted in a loud voice that made Angel frown, his eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head in complete denial.

"You're mistaken, Michael! My father is not a murderer!" Angel felt his world collapsing; his head felt heavy listening to the horrible accusation. His chest was tight, and his hands trembled with fear, anxious of the danger that might lurk in the most precious person in his life. "You have to find out the truth before making accusations, lest you regret it later!" he said in an urgent tone, hoping to open Michael's eyes to a truth that was greater than the lust for revenge.

"The evidence is already in our hands! We can even put your father in jail!"

Angel froze as Michael walked away, the door slamming loudly. Angel's mind drifted far away, not only because she was shocked by Michael's behavior, but because of the questions that plagued him. Is it possible that the papa who had been her role model, the man she was proud of, would dare to take the life of another person? The girl could not escape the accusations of her two half-brothers. Her heart was tight, breaking, as if screaming from a wound that would not heal. Question after question kept raging in her mind.