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.