I woke up to a faint ray of sunlight streaming through the window. This room, unfamiliar. The sheets were silk, the furniture ornate, but none of it felt like home.
My body ached as if I had been beaten, even though I hadn't. The memory of the previous night, however, was enough to explain the soreness. The forced intimacy, the violation, the lingering sense of being owned.
A knock came from the door, but I remained silent. I replayed the events of the previous night in my mind, trying to piece together the fragments of memory. The fear, the helplessness, the desperate struggle for control.
"How are you now?" The masked man faced me, the man who had first marked me as his possession. His voice was a low rumble, both soothing and threatening.
No voice wanted to escape, even though I wanted to speak. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the words caught in my throat.
"You won't be going to school or work today. Rest!" His words were an order, not a suggestion. He was dictating my life, controlling my every move.
Not going, I can't. My sister needs her treatment. The thought of abandoning my responsibilities was unbearable.
"Thank you for the help," I said softly, "... but I need to go." My voice trembled, betraying my fear.
A sound of a spoon on the table echoed. His gaze suddenly darkened. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with tension.
"If I say you're not going, you're not going!" His tone was calm, but it carried an authority that demanded obedience. He was used to getting his way, and he wouldn't tolerate defiance.
I'm not giving in. I wouldn't. The thought of being controlled, of losing my freedom, was terrifying.
"I need to go, don't you understand?" I raised my voice. My frustration was boiling over, threatening to erupt.
"Why? Are they better at fucking and hitting you than me? Tell me!" His words were laced with jealousy and anger. He saw me as a possession, and the thought of another man touching me enraged him.
His words, I didn't expect. They were a crude reminder of the violence I had endured, the violation I had suffered.
He's the only person who has taken me, repeatedly claiming me. A tear escaped my eye. I couldn't deny the strange connection I felt to him, the complicated mix of fear and desire that he evoked.
It's better to hide about my sister, also for her safety. The thought of exposing my sister to his world was terrifying.
"What? Can't speak? You still want to go despite of what happened last night. How much are they paying you?" His accusations were like a slap in the face. He saw me as a commodity, a thing to be bought and sold.
"No—"
Passionate kisses were given to me, kisses of forced possession. His mouth was a weapon, used to dominate and control me.
His hands were traveling, not bothering with my sleepwear, he tore it. His touch was rough, violating.
His lips didn't want to let go of mine, one hand caressing my chest while the other freely played with my womanhood. His touch was both arousing and terrifying, a constant reminder of my powerlessness.
"I'll pay you, how much it cost. This is all mine." He said, taking off his pants, without underwear His large member was immediately exposed not far from my pearl. He was staking his claim, asserting his dominance.
He reclaimed my lips, his tongue explored every part of my mouth, sucking while his member started to rub against my opening. The kiss was aggressive, possessive.
"Hmmmmmm"
A moan that I didn't care to make in his violence. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch despite my fear.
His lips were traveling, from my mouth, he sucked on my neck, knowing it would leave a mark. He went to my breasts, alternating sucking on my nipples. His touch was both painful and pleasurable, a confusing mix of sensations.
I felt every entry and exit of his two fingers in my womanhood, I didn't know it was more delicious when you're forcibly and forcefully touched. The violation was strangely arousing, a twisted form of pleasure.
His two fingers became three, his lips traveling towards my stomach until they reached my womanhood. His touch was relentless, driving me to the edge.
He continued to enter and exit my delicacy, with every thrust of his fingers, I met and pressed more. My body was responding against my will, succumbing to his dominance.
"I'm close!" I said with difficulty, he didn't flinch, he continued to brush my womanhood. The pleasure was overwhelming, threatening to consume me.
A long moan was released by me. It doubled the pleasure when he licked and sucked my overflowing womanhood. His tongue was a weapon, used to both punish and reward me.
He hardened his tongue and entered my delicacy... he sucked my clitoris as if it were a breast. The sensation was intense, overwhelming.
I didn't know where to rest my head from the pleasure I was tasting. I was lost in the moment, surrendering to the sensations.
His lips returned to conquering mine again, licking, exchanging saliva. I could also taste my own juices that came from his lips. The kiss was a violation, a desecration.
Slowly, he rubbed his member against my womanhood again, hitting my clitoris. His touch was teasing, tantalizing.
"No one will ever make you moan like this beside me, Elaris. Remember that, this is only mine!" He said before thrusting hard. His words were a possessive claim, a warning to any other man who dared to touch me.
My womanhood was very full with his load. The release was intense, overwhelming.
He leaned my feet on his shoulders, he gave a strong and delicious thrust. Collision of our members, completely full. The penetration was deep, intense.
"This body is so addictive. I'll ravage you Elaris. I'm the only one who will hit and fuck this pearl!" He said in the middle of his entry and exit in my delicacy. Double the pleasure, very tight. His words were a promise, a threat.
He removed his member, left on top of me and went to the bathroom. He left me wanting more.
I angrily got up and took tissue on the side. Before I could even wipe, something suddenly thrust into my womanhood. His hunger for flesh was a complete thrust of his weapon into my cave, moans without stopping while I was facing the wall. The suddenness of the act was shocking, but also arousing.
Quivering and weak, I leaned on him after he released his juices inside me. The feeling of being filled was both satisfying and unsettling.
"You're just mine alone, especially your body!" He said panting. His words were a claim, a declaration of ownership.
I was lifted in the air when he carried me and slowly laid me on the bed. Without strength, I gave in and let the darkness eat me. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
Soft lips woke my eyes, he was there. His presence was both comforting and terrifying.
"Time to eat." Calm and with concern. His gaze stuck on me, "Sorry earlier. But I'll change the subject, about your sister's case— I'll take care of her treatment!" His words were a surprise, a glimmer of hope.
I blinked a few times, unable to speak. My tongue felt like it was trapped. I was overwhelmed by his sudden change in demeanor.
"Just focus on your study, I won't bother you with your work but only as a waitress. No touch, no other man!" He was setting the rules, dictating the terms of our relationship.
"Okay." I agreed, knowing that I had no other choice.
An unnoticeable smile, a small smile appeared on his lips. His expression softened, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
"Eat your food while it's still hot. I'll just go out for a while!" He said, kissing my forehead. His touch was gentle, reassuring.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he completely disappeared from my sight, my heart was beating so hard. I felt a sense of freedom, but also a pang of loneliness.
After eating the food he brought, I went to the bathroom. I needed to wash away the feeling of being violated.
A beautiful body was facing me now, not taken care of by wealth but had a good physique. I stared at my reflection, trying to reconcile the woman I was with the woman I was becoming.
'I don't have any clothes'
No choice, I opened the closet here inside the room. Expensive clothes, bags, shoes and more. The closet was a treasure trove of luxury, a symbol of the wealth that surrounded me.
Women's things.
Maybe it was his sister's, his Assistant mentioned about his boss' sister. I wondered about the woman who owned these clothes, the woman who was connected to this man.
So much had happened to us, but— I didn't know his name. I realized that I knew so little about him, the man who had taken control of my life.
When I asked, he gave a different answer. He was a mystery, an enigma.
I took a simple black dress from the closet and took cycling shorts. Maybe the undies here were used, it's difficult. I needed to protect myself, to maintain some sense of control.
"You're done?" He asked as soon as he saw me. I gave him a smile before nodding. His presence was both comforting and unsettling.
He sat on the end of the bed, carrying his cellphone. The silence in the room was deafening. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do the wrong thing.
Silence prevailed in the whole room. Slowly, I stepped to the side, not far from him. I needed to break the silence, to ask the questions that were burning in my mind.
"Ahmmm—"
"If you have something to say, say it!" He was impatient, demanding.
I took a deep breath and exhaled before opening my lips. I gathered my courage, preparing to confront him.
"So much has happened to us, it's not new since we met and you took me..... but—" I was hesitant if I should continue to ask him. His gaze remained fixed on me. I bit my lower lip, ".... you haven't told me your name. I don't know what to call you." My voice was barely a whisper, betraying my vulnerability.
He chuckled. He was so handsome. A small smile played on his lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Damian." He said briefly. The name was a revelation, a piece of the puzzle.
I didn't bother to speak anymore. I climbed on the bed, closing my eyes again. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
Before my eyes were completely closed, I received a shake. I was jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Your hair isn't dry yet. Get up first, also Linda is here to tour you around the whole place." He was concerned, caring.
Without hesitation, I went out of the room, his gaze was wondering. I wanted to explore this place, to understand the world I had entered.
An old woman greeted me when I went down the stairs. She was kind and gentle.
Linda. She was a figure of warmth and stability.
We toured for a few hours, it couldn't be called a mansion, it might be a castle. The place was vast and opulent, a symbol of the power and wealth that Damian possessed.
"Thank you Linda!" I said smiling. She offered a sweet smile before completely saying goodbye. I appreciated her kindness, her willingness to show me around.
I quietly walked towards the room. I needed to process everything that had happened, to come to terms with my new reality.
"Damian, we're not young anymore for you not to know what I want. Give Elaris to me!" She said, a voice. I haven't heard from anyone or anywhere else. The voice was cold and demanding, a threat.
"Why would I?" Damian's voice was calm, but it carried a hint of danger.
"She's just a plaything to you, right?" She released a meaningful laugh, "If you don't want to, we can talk. She's with you for 4 days, the rest is mine. Don't be too greedy with the flesh, I also want to taste the flesh that many desire." His words were a violation, a desecration.
Silence embraced. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with malice.
I almost fell down when I heard Damian's words. "In exchange of that?" His words were a betrayal, a confirmation of my worst fears.
I didn't let him finish what he wanted to say. I almost ran to the highway, tears drop towards my cheeks.