"Take off your clothes," he said, as his gaze on her darkened into a squint.
"Huh?" she gawked, her eyes widened becoming moist as she looked up at him in fear.
"You heard me clearly, now take off your clothes and don't keep me waiting," he ordered walking away while she stood petrified of what she had heard.
She was still recovering from the last time and he still want it now?
Obey him, Anna before he cause another havoc and this time he will be coming for me, killing me and feeding my body to the wild dogs in the wood.
She striped naked as she walked to the bed, fearing and dreading the moment he walks in.
That pain, that type of pain that make her wants to die. She never imagine sex to be like she was in labor, trying to bring a human to life. When she was still going to school, her class mates used to spout about the night they had with their boyfriends in the weekend and she thought it was a sweet sensation that make you want more, but no it felt like death, felt like being stabbed right in your vag, a cutting sharp pain that make you want to leave the world, that was the type of pain she feels whenever he's using her.
The door to the bathroom opened and he walked in, straight to the bed.
He was undress, wearing a white boxer-brief that was imprinting the edge and shape of his dick.
"I only have five minutes to finish up with you, so you better respect yourself," he warned sternly and I nodded my head in anticipation.
He leaned down and kiss me on my neck before he thrust into me.
That pain I will never get use to shoot through me as I felt the bones in my inner thighs breaking.
The pain was just so unbearable as he stroke me fastly and roughly making me tear up while the vein on my forehead popped out, restricting myself not to scream out from the appalling pain that I was feeling.
I was wishing for the five minutes to be over, but it didn't, it was like the time has stopped working and everything else is gone.
"Please... stop," I muthered as tears rolled down my face, I couldn't handle it anymore, I was going to pass out if he continues doing this horrible thing to me.
"What??" he uttered, sending a rush of fear through me. What was he going to do to me now, he will kill me?
"Listen, you little thing, you're nothing but a toy to satisfy my needs, so you better stop with your little whines and learn how to handle me," he snarled, glaring down at me with rage as his whole face turned red in anger.
He climbed down and walk to the bathroom leaving me breathless and in shock.
I knew I was just I mere toy for him, but never thought he was going to say it in my face. He was cold-blooded, selfish, and the most intrusive person I had ever known.
I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, feeling the weight of despair pressing down on me. The room was cold, matching the icy grip of hopelessness that enveloped my heart. Each sob that escaped my lips echoed the pain and suffering I had endured.
My life had become a maze of misery, leading me from one torment to another. If only fate had dealt me a different hand, I would never have crossed paths with him. I would never have become a pawn in his twisted game, a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.
But his threats, the menacing promises to end my life if I dared to resist, had forced me into signing that ludicrous deal. It had condemned me to this existence, trapped in a cycle of degradation and slavery. I blamed myself for my own downfall, for the desperate choice to borrow money from him. But what other choice did I have? Where else could I turn for the money I needed? The shadows of the ruthless men at the club, always hungry for more, haunted my thoughts. They would never be satisfied until they had drained the life out of me.
I was exhausted, weary of living this way. This was never the life I had envisioned for myself. I yearned for an end to this torment, a release from the chains that bound me. Perhaps I could run away, disappear to a place where he would never find me. I could change my identity, my face, and leave this wretched life behind.
But what about Mia? The thought of leaving her behind, defenseless and vulnerable, filled me with dread. He would make her suffer, strip away everything she held dear, and turn her life into a tragic nightmare. I couldn't bear the thought of her pain. She deserved happiness, a life free from the taint of my choices.
So, I made the decision. I would endure the pain, the degradation, and be his puppet, his plaything, if it meant protecting Mia. I would become whatever he wanted me to be, sacrificing my own well-being for the sake of my little sister. She would never know the depths of my suffering, the sacrifices I made to ensure her happiness. She would know me only as her guardian, a source of strength and love.
I clung to the hope that one day, the light would pierce through the darkness of this tunnel. Adrian, the source of my misery, would pay for his sins. The thought of revenge fueled my determination. I would make him suffer, just as he had made me suffer. I would make him regret his existence, wish he had never been born.
But for now, I bided my time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. I knew I didn't have the power or resources yet, but that didn't matter. I would stop at nothing, even if it meant risking my own life. I was prepared to sacrifice everything to bring him down, to destroy him utterly.
A plan began to form in my mind, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. I would need patience, cunning, and a network of allies. It wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to do whatever it took. I no longer cared about the consequences. My resolve was unshakeable.
Today marked the day that I transformed from his victim to his closest enemy. I would dedicate myself to his downfall, never relenting until he was crushed beneath the weight of his own deeds. The fire of revenge burned within me, pushing me forward, driving me to fight for justice.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenges that lay ahead. The storm that had consumed my life would soon be unleashed upon Adrian. And in the end, I would emerge victorious, stronger than ever before.
Just wait, Adrian. Your days of tormenting me are numbered.