Chapter 3
WARNING ⚠️ 18+: CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENTS
I felt my mouth go dry as I searched my mind for an answer, my thoughts racing. The maid’s voice was growing louder like she is approaching the door. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. “Are you a virgin?” I heard him repeat, his voice echoing in my head. I felt frozen, unable to speak or move.
"I... I'm a... virgin," I stammered, my voice shaking. I couldn't believe I was lying, but I was afraid of what would happen if I told the truth. My heart was racing, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. I knew this lie wouldn't last long, and I was terrified of what would happen when the truth came out. But for now, I felt a brief sense of relief. My words hung in the air, and I waited for his response.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as he accepted my lie. But at the same time, I felt a twinge of guilt and shame. I looked down at the floor, my gaze landing on the golden tiles. I felt a sense of foreboding – I knew this lie wouldn’t last long, and I wasn’t sure what would happen when it came out. But for now, I was safe.
“Tonight is going to be a very special night,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want you to get ready for me.” My stomach churned at his words. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I had a sinking feeling that it wasn’t going to be good.
I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “Sir, are you… are you saying that… that we’re going to…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence, but I knew he understood what I was asking. He just smiled, his eyes glittering with something I couldn’t quite place.
He leaned in close, his breath warm on my ear. “I’m going out, but I’ll be back soon,” he whispered. My stomach turned, and I felt like I was going to be sick. “I’ll be back tonight, so I can tear you open,” he added. I was frozen in terror, unable to move or speak. Then, he left the room, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
I stood there, staring blankly at the wall. Minutes passed, and I still couldn’t move. Finally, I decided to use the bathroom, and I took a few shaky steps towards the door. But as I neared the bathroom, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. It was the box he had asked me to avoid, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. I took a step closer, but a wave of fear washed over me, and I felt myself collapse to the floor.
I felt a flow from my nose so I cleaned and up and as I looked down at the substance in my hand, I realized it wasn’t just blood. There were small, fleshy bits mixed in with it. I felt my stomach turn, and I had to fight the urge to vomit. A voice in my head told me to run, to get out of there as fast as I could.
I run into the bathroom taking a seat in the bathtub, as I sat in the bathtub, my thoughts racing. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the box was somehow responsible for what had happened. I kept replaying the events in my head, trying to make sense of it all. The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. Was I losing my mind? Was I imagining things?
It was as if time had stopped. The world around me was frozen in place, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat. I was locked in place, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe. Then, I heard it – a low, ominous knock on the door. My heart jumped in my chest, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I knew I shouldn’t open the door, but I had to know who was on the other side.
I swung the door open with a creak, and I was met with a sight that made my blood run cold. Standing in front of me was Ethan tall, imposing figure, clad in black from head to toe. His eyes were dark and empty, and his face was expressionless. He didn’t say a word, he just stood there, staring at me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking, and my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I knew I had made a terrible mistake.
“What are you doing here, Ethan?” I asked, my voice quivering with fear. His smile widened, and he took a step towards me.
“What’s so wrong with coming to see my woman?” His deep, rich voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“Stop! I’ve told you before to stay away from me,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. I slammed the door behind me, my heart racing in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew I had to be strong, to stand up for myself. I wouldn’t let him control me any longer.
“You can’t keep it a secret forever,” he said, his voice ringing in my ears. Then, I heard the sound of his footsteps fading away. I slumped against the door, my heart pounding. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but I knew I wasn’t out of danger yet.
I return to my bed drifting off to sleep, I found myself in a place of pure bliss.
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Slowly, I raised my head and turned to face the person who was standing over me. My heart stopped when I saw It was Ryan, but he looked different - his eyes were wild and his hair was disheveled. He stood over me, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps. A look of desperation was etched on his face, and I knew I was in trouble.
He leaned in close, his left hand resting on the bed and his right hand on my knee. I turned my head and saw the clock on the wall, which read 7:00 PM. I had no idea why he was home so early.
“Take off your towel, Olivia,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled away.
My trembling hands began to move, and I knew I had no choice but to do as he said. Slowly, I reached for the towel, my eyes meeting his one last time. As the towel fell away, I felt a sense of shame and vulnerability wash over me.
He stood in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine. I felt a knot in my stomach as he reached out to touch me. His hand was warm against my skin, and I shivered as he traced a line down my arm.
I move uncomfortable, not enjoying the action a bit. “Take off my boxers and give me a quick blowj*b,” he instructs, with the most scary look I have seen. I give a polite nod, moving my shaky hands to his boxers. Slowly, I pull them down, and his demon unleashes
“Gawd!” I find myself screaming at the sight of his dracula. ‘You like what you see?’ he smacks, hitting my ass. A loud moan escapes my lips as he holds me by the waist, pushing my lips towards his joystick.
“Yea! Good!! Oh….my!!” He screams as I perform the little magic I know on his joystick.
Slowly, he pushes me to the bed, dipping his hand into my already wet pussycat. Soft moans escape my lips as his hands wonder about my womanhood and as his lips grab my b**bs, sucking the hell out of them.
Slowly, his second hand moves to the other b**bs playing with it, and this time around I couldn’t control the excitement anymore. I screamed at the top of my voice, begging him to continue.
He left me with the help of the pillow, hitting my ass for the last time. He drifted into me slowly but pulled out immediately; he have noticed.
“The fuck! I forgot already; I am done! He discovered it already.
Chapter 4“You’re not pure a virgin, Olivia,” he said, his voice like ice. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step back. I could feel my body trembling.“You lied to me, didn’t you?” His voice was full of accusation, and I felt like I was shrinking under his glare. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out."Get out!" he yelled, his voice booming in the silent room. My eyes darted to him in fear, my hands shaking as I reached for my clothes. I wanted to cover myself, to protect myself, but his words seemed to freeze me in place. I felt exposed and vulnerable, like a deer caught in the headlights."Go outside, and leave your clothes here," he said, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt numb, like I was in a nightmare.“You have five seconds to get out of here,” he said, his voice low and threatening. I could feel my heart racing, the seconds ticking by in my head. I knew I had to move, but my body felt frozen in plac
Ryan Pov….Trembling, I reached out to the box, my hands shaking as I touched the surface. “Please forgive me,” I begged, my voice pleading. “I warned her, but she wouldn’t listen. Please, don’t punish me for her mistake." The box suddenly flashed a warning light, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me.The light turned from red to green, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I carefully placed the box back on the shelf, my hands still shaking. I sat back down on the bed, trying to catch my breath.I had to warn her, to stop her from causing any more damage. I reached up and pressed the alarm button above my bed. Within seconds, the door burst open and the guards rushed in.“Get my wife,” I commanded, and the guards bowed and hurried out of the room.A soft knock ring at the door, and I jumped at the sound. “Come in,” I said.Slowly, the door opened, revealing Olivia, her head bowed and her eyes downcast. “You called for me, my….?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear.I looke
Ryan Pov….I watched her, captivated by the realization that she was afraid. Her eyes darted to the floor, like a mouse being chased by a hungry cat. The fear was palpable in the room, and I could almost feel the tension in her body as she struggled to stay calm.“You’re the one?” I stammered, reaching out to her. She stood pale and shaky, her eyes fixed on me with a look that demanded an explanation. She was emotionless, but there was an intensity in her gaze that shook me to my core.She was the last person I expected to see. I didn’t know if she would save me or destroy me, but I knew I couldn’t let her know how I felt. The best way to hide my feelings was to avoid her at all costs. She thought I was indifferent to her, but from now on I would be twice as distant. With a steely gaze, I pulled my hands away from her trembling shoulders and stepped back.“Just go, Oliver,” I said, my voice cold and distant. I didn’t want to answer the thousand questions swirling in her mind. I watche
Olivia pov… The night approached with a swiftness that surprised me. I stepped out into the garden, letting the cool breeze play with my hair. In the moonlight, the flowers glowed like jewels, and I could feel my worries melting away in the tranquil atmosphere. I took a deep breath, letting the scent of the blossoms fill my senses. For a moment, I felt at peace. The peace was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching. I turned to see one of the maids standing in the doorway, a smile on her face. “Good morning, ma’am. Your husband wishes to see you,” she said, her voice as sweet as honey. But I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger at her words. “When will you stop calling that man my husband?” I snapped, my anger boiling over. “He is not my husband, and he never will be.” I turned and strode away, my blood boiling. I was sick of being treated like some kind of object to be traded and disposed of at will. I stopped in my tracks, realizing I had no idea where he was. “Where is
The voice was sharp and commanding, but I was suddenly filled with a sense of relief. Who could that have been? My mind raced as I raised my head, my eyes meeting those of Ethan, who was standing by the door, fury burning in his eyes."Get up," he ordered, his voice like a whip crack. Without thinking, I obeyed, rising to my feet. I felt like a puppet, my strings pulled by an unseen force. "How could you disrespect your wife like this?" he demanded, turning to the man who had put me in this situation. "Do you have no respect for women?""You have no right to interfere, Ethan," the ruthless said, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is between me and my wife, and you have no right to stick your nose in our business. Or is she sleeping with you too, since you seem to know so much about our private affairs?" His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't help but react. I was furious at his accusations, his insinuation that I was a "cheap slut." I couldn't let him get away wi
Ethan pov…..He stormed out of the room, his anger palpable. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching the door as it swung closed behind him.That fool. He had no idea who he was dealing with. He thought I had forgotten everything, that I had forgiven him. But he was wrong. I would make him pay for what he did to me, for the pain he had caused. He had no idea what was coming. Once he was out of sight, I scanned the room to make sure no one else was watching. Then, I slipped into the shadows and made my way to the back of the house. I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to set things right, and I would do whatever it took to make sure that man paid for what he had done. He would regret ever crossing me. This was only the beginning.The room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from a few flickering candles. I made my way to the far end, where a shadow loomed in the corner, waiting for me. I could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what was to come. The deal
Olivia pov .."What is it you want to discuss and why are you moving closer to me, and stop acting strange because you are scaring the living dat light out of me" I stammer out, staring directly into his eyes."I am not scaring you Olivia, I am just trying to do that which is right and of course the best for everyone" he shutters an evil smirk displaying on his face."What the heck do you ever mean by that? what do you mean by you are trying to do what's best for everyone and besides I am not enjoying this show anymore, just quit it""Quit it? well! I am sorry that I can't do that, I need you to be where I ought to be, I need you to take what is rightfully mine which have been stolen from him."Him....? what exactly are you saying about? who did you wrong and what is your rightful position? and what do I even have to do with any of these?""You are the one to help me and that is all I now, Olivia, as for now I want you to follow me quietly now I have kept your husband busy is the parl
Ryan pov….. "She's nowhere to be found," he said, his voice shaking. "I've looked everywhere, and I can't find her." His words filled me with dread, and I stood there, frozen, trying to figure out what to do next. My mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution, but all I could think about was the worst-case scenario. “How long has she been missing?” I managed to ask, after what felt like an eternity of silence. I needed to know how long we had to find her, and I needed to know what to do next. My mind was racing, but I knew I had to stay calm and try to figure this out. “One of the maids said she saw her in the garden not too long ago,” he said, his voice urgent. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. If she had been in the garden, then she could be anywhere by now. “Has anyone visited her in the garden before she went missing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I needed to figure out if someone had been there, and if they might know something about what