Tonight's weather is so chilly. I keep on shaking continually under the thin blanket while lying in bed. One thing I've noticed about this place is that "it's always cold, and it gets so chilly at night".
Earlier today, Mrs. Lauretha came with a tray of food, as usual. I was free with her and also asked her how she's been coping here with the vampires because she doesn't look like one.
I found out that she's neither an ordinary human nor a vamp. She told me she was a witch. I was surprised, though, and surprising enough, I didn't flinch on hearing it.
We talked more about her, and she eventually left with the dishes after watching me eat the chicken and chips she brought. I wonder how she ended up with the vampires. Of course, there are still some things I'm yet to know about her.
I was about to close my eyes and let nature take over when I heard him call me in my head.
"Get here, Trace." I heard him call my name in a different way for the first time. I quickly got up and made my way to his chamber. I was shaking and cuddling myself while I walked down to his room because of the cold weather.
I got to his door, and to my surprise, I didn't see the gray-eyed guy who had always been guarding his door. Could it be that he doesn't stay overnight? I thought inside.
I was about to knock on the door when I saw the door open widely, along with a heavy, cold breeze. I entered, and it closed right back with the same breeze force.
I walked deeper into the room. I was about to search for him in the room when I felt a presence at my back.
I was scared and quickly tried to turn and bow my head immediately. I knew it was him, but in the process of turning, I didn't know he was standing too close to me. I turned and felt my forehead hit something hard.
I immediately raised my head, only to see that my forehead actually hit his bare chest. He is putting on a very long black robe that leaves his bare chest widely exposed, along with matching black pants.
Throughout the checking-out process, I didn't look beyond his chest. I still needed my eyes. I got hold of myself and tried to move back to apologize, but he cut me off guard by pulling me tighter into him with one hand, making my boobs press against his bare chest.
He then brought his other hand to my chin and forcefully raised my head with it. I can feel chills running down my spine right now. He's making me stare right into his pair of ocean blue eyes.
"He's really a handsome devil, I thought in my head. He maintained the stare and suddenly smirked, then released me. I was about to shift back to bow my head again when I heard him say, "Now, strip!"
How could I almost totally forget about my last encounter with him? Now the same feeling I felt and the heart-seizing thoughts from last time came striking hard back at me.
I quickly got on my knees and pleaded with him. Please, my Lord, I know I've really wronged you, but please don't punish me this way. I said pleading.
"You don't get to decide. Strip right now before I throw you out to my boys, and trust me, they would treat you worse." He said that and went to sit on his bed.
A tear trickled down my cheek as the thought of being molested by a monster kept striking hard at me.
"Now!" He yelled, making me flinch.
I rose from where I was kneeling and made to pull off my gown with shaky hands. Now I'm left with just my pants and bra.
I wrapped my hands around my chest and paused while still weeping.
"I'm counting on 3," he said.
I reluctantly pulled my bra off and also did the same to my pants. My head was down throughout the process. I tried to cover my boobs and V area with my hands but couldn't because he stopped me halfway with, "Don't you dare!"
"Now come to your lord,he said, maintaining a straight face.
I sluggishly moved and stopped right at his front, still looking down. He stared at me from head to toe and weirdly furrowed his brows at me.
"Right behind me," he said to me while tossing his robe to one side of the room as he approached what seemed like a bathroom door while I followed behind.
"Get under the shower," he demanded, surprisingly, in a calm voice.
Still looking down, I dragged my feet and stayed under the shower stand as I wept silently. Just as soon as I got under it, I felt cold water touching my skin. Catching a cold is the least of my worries right now.
I keep on weeping under the cold shower while he's been staying close to the bathroom door, staring at me. Then my heart skipped when I saw him approaching me.
"Give me your back and bend over," he muttered calmly.
I know the least I can do to lessen my torture right now is just to "listen and obey him like a programmed robot". I slowly turned and bent over like he demanded.
"Good girl," I heard him say.
Before I knew it, he laid his two hands on my waist and tried to penetrate me but couldn't. Then I felt one of his hands removed from my waist. Before I could think of what he was about to do, I felt him thrust into me forcefully, which made me lose balance and immediately hold the shower stand for support while at the same time screaming out loud in pain.
"Please, stop," I said to him, weeping.
He paused and stayed inside me for a while, and that made the pain subside just a little. Although I'm still feeling excruciating pain,
He slowly removed his rod from me and thrust it back in immediately without giving me the space to breathe.
He began thrusting in and out of my V in a very rough way, riding me rough and hard like his life depended on it. I kept on screaming in pain, weeping, shouting, and pleading for him to stop, but he turned deaf ears. Whenever he hears me plead, he'll purposely thrust deeper into me and increase the riding pace.
After riding me in a very brutal way in that position for what seemed like 30 minutes, he suddenly leaned forward, making the penetration deeper than ever before, and removed his hands while still riding me.
He stretched his two hands forward and reached for my boobs. He cupped each breast with his hands and squeezed them roughly, rubbing my nipples so hard.
He removed his left hand and wrapped it around my waist while using his other hand that's now left on my boobs to lift me up.
He didn't stop riding and fucking me hard throughout the process. Now my buttocks are pressing hard against his torso. I felt his whole d**k inside me, which made me scream out loud.
Please, stop. I'm sorry. Have mercy. Stop, please. I keep on pleading and weeping. The excruciating pain didn't subside or die down for a sec.
After what seemed like another 30 minutes of him riding me hard in that new position, I heard him groan, and the next thing was the feeling of what seemed like hot liquid inside me, followed by a deep, painful bite on my shoulder.
Arghh, no, this is definitely the end for me. I thought in my head when I saw h
e wasn't planning to stop sucking my blood.
All of a sudden, everything went blank.