Uncle Joe

Aron POV

"Where are you, Sara?"

Because of the tremendous discomfort in my legs, I could not stand up straight.

Rain is still falling heavily outside the house. If I didn't have to see Aunt Jerry, I would never leave Sara alone in this awful weather, especially since I know she is terrified of the rain.

I understand how it feels to face our fears, but I had no choice at the time. I had to leave her alone so Aunt Jerry could not discover her. The severe weather may have caused an electric short circuit, cutting off the house's electricity supply.

I reached into my bedroom with the flashlight on my cell phone. Sara tried calling me multiple times, but I was too distracted to pick up the phone. I looked around the bedroom but couldn't find her. I observed the condition of the room and understood that it was not easy for her to spend the entire night in it.

Everything was strewn throughout the room. Candle wax from partially lit candles splattered on the floor. The white drapes had mud and raindrop stains on them, and the glass window handle was broken. I noticed bloodstains and a broken vase next to the window.

Oh no, the vase piece injured her feet. My best guess was confirmed when I noticed the bloodstain.

However, where is she now? I searched the entire home for her, but I was unable to locate her. I looked inside her tree house for her, but she wasn't there. I feel worried about her now.

Even though I'm already sore from last night's torture, finding Sara is my priority right now. When I could not find her anywhere, I went back to my room. I saw her phone lying near the window. As I knelt to pick up her phone, my eyes landed on a shadow.

"Who's there?" I directed my phone's flashlight above the curtain.

One shadow caught my eye; it was sitting with its knees tucked against its stomach. I saw the figure trembling behind the curtain.

"Oh my god, Sara, what are you doing here?" When I pulled back the curtain to see the shadow, I was horrified to see Sara in such a dreadful condition.

I was shocked to find her in such bad condition.

What happened to her?

"Please open your eyes, Sara." To get her to open her eyes, I shone a flashlight on her.

"Stay away from me." She pushed me away, opening her eyes.

I lost the ability to support my weight and fell to the ground, not anticipating a push from her.

"Sara, it's me, Aron." I made an effort to soothe her. Seeing her in such a terrible state made my heart churn.

"Ar..aron, he will come here again." She was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Has anyone arrived here after me?" I gave her a confused look.

As far as I know, no one can enter this residence without my consent. How could anyone possibly get inside this house?

"Who came here in my absence, Sara?" I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a sense of security.

Her whole body was trembling.

"Uncle Joe." She sobbed aloud while burying her face in my chest.

"Uncle Joe?" I never heard his name coming from her mouth.

Although I wanted to ask her about him, I decided it would be best to calm her down first because of her condition. Her body temperature is elevated, and her clothing is drenched from spending the entire night submerged in rainwater. I assumed she suffered a foot injury in the middle of the night due to the deep cut and dry blood on her foot.

"I am sorry, Sara."

I felt guilty for witnessing her in such terrible shape. I had no idea that she was so terrified of the rain. I took her in my arms and made her lay down on the bed.

Because of her fever, she was barely conscious. To warm her, I took off her clothing and covered her body with a blanket. Like her, I was in excruciating pain, so I laid down beside her. I felt her shivering beneath the blanket, and I hugged her hard with my naked torso to warm her body.

She was at ease when she felt my warm body, and she eventually fell asleep peacefully. She also put me at ease, and although I tried to close my eyes, the events of the previous night kept me awake.

I felt disgusted with myself. How could she quench her thirst while with me? Even though I am the powerful CEO of the fintech industry, she still treats me like her little pet. I know it's not that easy to kill her, but there are moments when I want to do it to be rid of her and live my life in peace. Aunt Jerry is not a normal woman; she has a terrific background.

The skin on my dick is incredibly sensitive. It would feel as though a blade had severed the top portion of my genitalia if I were to touch it. On my neck and chest, I have a lot of bruises. My ankles and wrists are sore from tying all night. I now understand how Sara felt when I attempted to quench my thirst with her.

However, I never purposefully hurt her. My sex addiction, cultivated entirely by those injections and medications, was the driving force behind it all.

"I am sorry, Sara. I will never hurt you again in this way." When I realized her sorrow for the first time, tears welled up in my eyes.

As I saw her, a peaceful smile washed across her innocent face.

"I missed you, Mama.

Uncle Joe tried to rape me while you were away." Her dreams suddenly filled with tears.

When I heard her, my jaw dropped open.

What did she say?

Rape?"

Did her uncle Joe rape her?

No, no, how's this even possible? She lost her virginity to me. Every time I thought about the fact that I was the first male she had ever had sex with, I felt proud of myself.

"Don't touch me here, please." She covered her vagina with her hand. Her motion shocked me because I had placed my hand beneath her head, and her other hand was extended away from her body.

"Please don't beat me; I promise not to tell anyone about this. It's hurting me. Please remove the candle from my thighs. I'm not going to reveal it to anyone." Her body quakes with terror once more, and new tears fall from her closed eyelids.

"Sara, calm down; nothing will happen to you. I'm here to keep you safe." I gave her a strong hug to help her stop trembling.

She fell back asleep peacefully after five minutes. Her quiet snores filled me with relief.

Did she experience child abuse in her early years, just like I did? Who is Uncle Joe, and what specific actions did he take against her? Why does she worry about the rain? Sara is the only one who can answer all the questions that are bothering me.

When I saw her in agony, I forgot all about my sorrow. I cleaned blood from her foot and applied a bandage on it. To allow her to sleep well, I draped a curtain over the glass window to block out sunlight.

I have to keep my multibillionaire company running, so I've masked the pain from last night's event and am now prepared to fool the world once again with the false shine of Aron Finge, the proud CEO of the finge industry who keeps all his dark secrets hidden.