Chapter 7

Sophia bit her lip, trying to suppress the rising panic inside of her. She knew that William could be unpredictable and violent, and she didn't want to provoke him.

As they made their way inside the dimly lit building, Sophia felt her nerves start to fray. The music was loud, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol.

She tried to stay close to William, feeling like a small, vulnerable thing in the midst of all the noise and chaos.

William introduced her to his friends. They were all laughing and drinking, celebrating the newlyweds. Sophia tried to smile and act normal, but she felt like a fraud.

As the night wore on, Sophia's anxiety grew. She was surrounded by people she didn't know, in a place she had never been before, wearing a dress that made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

William's friend turned to him and said, "William, I can see you hit the jackpot." He looked at Sophia, admiring her.

William laughed and smacked her on the ass. "She's all mine," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sophia trembled with embarrassment. She felt like a piece of meat on display for everyone to see. She wished she could disappear, to be anywhere but there, with William and his friends.

But she knew she had no choice. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own life, with no way out. She turned to leave William to use the bathroom.

But her heart sank as William's grip tightened around her waist, preventing her from leaving. "Where do you think you're going?" William asked, his voice cold and menacing.

Sophia stammered, her fear rising with every passing second. "I-I just need to use the bathroom," she managed to say, her voice barely audible.

William's grip on Sophia's waist tightened as he leaned in close to her, his breath hot on her neck. "Don't be long," he whispered. "I need you back here with me."

Sophia nodded, her heart racing. She slipped away from him and made her way to the bathroom, her mind reeling with fear and uncertainty.

As she locked the door behind her, Sophia collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down her face. She felt like she was suffocating, like the walls were closing in around her.

As soon as she locked the door behind her, tears streamed down her face. She couldn't believe how her life had turned out. 

Sophia splashed water on her face, trying to compose herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the marks on her neck and face. 

She felt disgusted and ashamed of herself. How did she end up in this situation? She wondered. She winced as she touched the bruises on her face and neck. 

As she wiped her tears, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She couldn't stay in the bathroom forever.

William was waiting for her outside, and she didn't want to make him angry. She adjusted her dress, put on a brave face, and stepped out.

He immediately pulled her close to him, and she could feel his hot breath on her ear. "You took too long," he whispered.

Sophia forced a smile and nodded, not daring to look him in the eye. She knew that any wrong move could set him off. 

Suddenly William whispered in her ears, "I want to show you off, come with me."

She didn't like being the center of attention, especially when she felt so exposed in her revealing dress.

William's grip on Sophia's arm was tight as he pulled her through the crowded club towards the stage. Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw the expectant faces of William's friends staring at her.

"Isn't she hot?" William said, his voice filled with arrogance. "I told you all I was going to get the best. Let me introduce you all to my property, Sophia."

Sophia felt a hot flush rise to her cheeks as William's friends cheered and hooted. She felt like a piece of meat on display, her body on show for everyone to see. William pulled her closer to him, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

"This is Sophia," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "She belongs to me." She knew that any sign of disobedience would only get her in trouble with William, so she bore everything, her eyes downcast.

She was being displayed like a trophy for William's friends and business associates to admire.

William pulled her face closer to him and forced a kiss, Sophia's body tensed up. She felt violated and exposed, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. 

William owned her, body and soul, and she had no choice but to submit to him. And then, in front of everyone, he spanked her ass, and the crowd erupted in laughter. 

Sophia's face burned with shame, and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. But she knew she couldn't show any weakness. 

Any little sign of disobedience would get her in trouble with William, and she had to keep up the facade of the obedient, submissive property that he wanted her to be.

Sophia's head swam with dizziness as William pulled her close, his grip on her waist tightening. She tried to pull away, to break free from his grasp, but he was too strong.

"Will…William please let's go, I'm getting weak." She stammered, trying to get him to let her go, but he ignored her, basking in the attention of his friends.

As William spanked her on the ass again, Sophia's vision began to blur, her head pounding with pain. She tried to hold on, to stay conscious, but everything was becoming too much for her. She could feel her body swaying, her legs weak and unsteady.

"Please, William, let's go," she stammered again, her voice barely above a whisper.

But William paid no attention to her words, too focused on the cheers and jeers of his friends. Suddenly, Sophia's legs gave out, and she fell to the ground, her body limp and unresponsive.