"Strip" A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the word that I was dreading. I was waiting for my hands to get free from the handcuffs and finally, when they were free the voice paralyzed me to my place because it sounded too familiar. Every fiber of my being was urging me to escape from this nightmare but I found myself bound to my place with invisible ropes. "Didn't you hear what I said?" The voice pierced through the air as he again spoke in his thick and authoritative voice which flinched me at my place, breaking the chain of my thoughts. Slowly my shaky hands and fumbling fingers moved up to loosen the blindfold. As the fabric slipped away, my eyes widened in horror, my jaw dropped and my breath hitched in my throat looking at the man standing in front of me whom I was least expecting to be a part of this dreadful and sinful scenario. Suddenly the room felt smaller as he looked tall and scary like a dark shadow looming over me. "Strip!" He ordered again, his voice tinged wi

After ordering me once again, he walked to his bed and sat on its edge. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, waiting for me to start following his command. A heavy weight of fear settled on my chest, leaving me immobile once again. "Strip before I decide to do it in my way," his voice was laced with a cruel warning, his palms bearing his weight as he leaned forward, "and believe me, it would be very painful, especially when I am not in the mood to go easy on you." "Please, anything but this. Please, Damien..." I tried my luck once. "Sir," he corrected me before I could say anything, "I would like to hear you screaming my name only when I am inside you." His words hit me like a cold wave of realization. I shuddered when the meaning behind his words hit me. I am not getting why I am here in the first place. I didn't want them to sell me or anyone to make me his pet. I was an independent woman, and my only dream was to save enough money for further studies. But here I am trapped

The girl's ear-piercing scream brought him to a halt. His hands froze, and as the scream grew louder, he paused and looked to his right to confirm that he had indeed heard a cry. When the girl yelled out once more, he left me on the bed, swiftly opening the door and dashing out as if someone's life depended on it.When he was leaving, I got to see his face for a second, and he was looking tense.I sat up on the bed, my breath heavy and harsh from the previous incident. I thought I would lose my innocence today because of the way he was determined to ruin me forever, but the cry of the other girl saved me.I am grateful to whomever it is.The first thought that crossed my mind was that she might be his wife. When I didn't know that he was in the Mafia and also killed his best friend, anything was possible with him. I have always admired him from afar at the college, and even when he visited our home, he never shared anything about his family because he always liked to keep his life priv

Clutching the t-shirt that he just threw on my face with a tight fist, I stood up. My heart is shattering even more every time he treats me like trash. It felt as though, with each passing moment, another piece of my soul was shattering into irreparable fragments. His eyes were fixed on me as I passed through him, but this time he didn't stop me as I entered the bathroom. Locking myself in, I placed the t-shirt aside, and the first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror, which terrified and saddened me equally. My hair was completely disheveled, cascading down my shoulders. My once-lustrous strand was tangled and furious, mirroring the storm that had entered my life, making it unruly and chaotic. My face appeared pale and devoid of life. The rosiness and the natural glow were no longer there on my cheek; instead, they were replaced by tears that were dribbling down my eyes continuously. My eyes were red and puffy from all the continuous crying and begging. There was fear of t

After getting ready for the day, he started talking and talking about his shoes, clothes, watches, handkerchiefs, and even cologne for a super long fifteen minutes. He told me loads about how he likes them, what matches with what, and what he prefers. But honestly, I couldn't keep track of half the stuff he said. My brain was too busy thinking about how I could escape from this golden cage. I don't want to stay here at any cost, and I just wish to fly away from his clutches before he returns. I will hide in a place where he will never be able to find me. I need to find the truth about my brother's death and tell my parents about myself. Yes, my parents! My phone! I should inform them. They must be getting worried. "What happened? Are you even there?" His words cut my thoughts "Damien" I gulped and blinked, "I mean, sir." I changed my words before he could get angry at me unnecessarily and do something which I wouldn't like: "I want my phone, I want to talk to my parents." "Why