"I don't want to see this beautiful face hurt like this,"
"Ah," Annica replied. The girl moved her foot to Diggory's groin and stroked the sole of her foot over the object between his legs. "Are you noticing me because you feel lonely down there, sir? Is it because Lady Ruth is no longer attractive to you?"
Annica could feel the object under her foot growing at her touch. The girl chuckled.
"Don't pretend to care about me then. Whatever you say, whatever reasons you give, I understand why you bought me. Your intentions are as transparent as a sheet of paper, Mr. Diggory."
Annica knew she shouldn't awaken the demon inside the man. Though he appeared calm and harmless, Diggory could become a rough man in the blink of an eye.
But Annica truly didn't care about what would happen. She hated her life. She hated herself. She hated Diggorry and Ruth, and, with the exception of her friend Heidi, Annica hated all the servants in the house.
Diggory narrowed his eyes and grabbed the collar of Annica's dress. The man finally lost his patience. He was under a lot of pressure from his work. And what Annica said wounded his pride. He wouldn't let the girl mock him.
He pulled Annica's body closer and grabbed the back of her head. Then, forcefully, he kissed Annica's lips.
"Mmh!" Annica groaned. She pushed Diggory's chest with all her might to distance him, but instead of relenting, he deepened the kiss.
He squeezed Annica's cheek with his index and thumb, forcing her mouth to open.
Feeling futile to resist, Annica finally surrendered. She relaxed her jaw and returned Diggory's kiss with her own fervent response.
Diggory thought he finally got what he wanted. He closed his eyes and began to groan, only to receive a sharp bite from Annica on his lips.
"Ah!" Diggory released his kiss and pulled his face away.
His hand swept over his own lips, feeling the sting as a bit of blood now flowed from Annica's bite.
Gasping for breath, Annica distanced herself from Diggory.
"Stop. I don't want you to touch me again."
Diggory lowered his head. The man's breath seemed erratic. Annica realized she had made a mistake by resisting. Now she could see the anger in Diggory's panting chest.
The man raised his head. Very slowly, like a tiger stalking its prey.
"Oh, Annica... tsk, tsk, tsk... naughty girl...," Diggory growled, staring at Annica with a dark gaze that made the hairs on the girl's neck stand on end.
Diggory grabbed Annica's arm and dropped her onto the bed.
"No need to suddenly become shy, Annica," Diggory said with his husky voice that always made Annica's stomach churn when she heard it.
Diggory pulled both of Annica's hands above while his large body pinned the girl down.
"Haven't you always used me to get what you want? Haven't I always complied with whatever you desire? Meat? Drugs? Even all the trinkets that a slave could never possess, have I ever refused your requests?"
"Stop...." Annica tried to resist. The girl moved her hands, squirming to break free from Diggory's grip.
But, of course, her strength was no match.
"Your lips say no, but I can feel your trembling body wanting it," Diggory growled. The man gripped both of Annica's wrists with one hand, while his other hand reached for the collar of her dress and pulled it down to her stomach.
Annica's bare chest spilled from her dress.
Diggory could feel his masculinity becoming more restless behind his trousers.
"Lucky for you, Ruth's blow didn't harm this beautiful body of yours, Annica," the man growled while grabbing one of the girl's breasts. His thumb rubbed its pinkish tip and flicked it gently. "You like it when I do this, don't you?"
"S-s-stop," Annica screamed, restrained.
A pool of tears began to fill the girl's eyes. The heat burned Annica's face, which could no longer bear to look at the man's face. She turned her face to the side.
Annica's resistance made Diggory wilder. Everything felt like a game to him. Annica resisted, and he forced. His desire to subdue his wild flower further fueled his passion. He wanted to grasp the beautiful petals in front of him and pull them away from the surface of the earth.
Diggory lowered his face and buried the tip of Annica's breast into his saliva-filled mouth, thirsty to suck the girl's nipple deeply.
"Ah...," Annica screamed. "No. I don't like it. Stop. Please, sir."
Annica's body, now even more trembling, could no longer move.
Diggory's mouth suctioned onto the tip of her breast, full of force, flicking, and biting, injuring the sensitive part of her body and making her feel pain. Especially when Diggory's other hand began to play with her other nipple, tears started streaming from the corners of Annica's eyes.
She felt trapped. Completely unable to move under the weight of Diggory's large body. The man coated the tip of her breast with his saliva, which felt hot and slippery.
Annica screamed as she felt Diggory's hand creeping downward, reaching between her thighs and yanking off her underwear with one swift motion.
The thin fabric tore away from Annica's body.
"You really drive me insane, Annica," Diggory growled, pressing his body between her thighs. His hand caressed Annica's tight slit and began to rub it slowly.
"Oh... I can't wait to immerse myself in you."
Diggory began to lower his pants and revealed his erect member. The man was about to thrust his penis inside when Annica wriggled.
She pulled her hands free from Diggory's grip, and when she succeeded, she swung them toward Diggory's face.
Instantly, Annica realized that what she had done was just pouring oil onto an already blazing fire. The moment Annica's slap landed, that was when Diggory's control vanished.
The man growled and attacked. He grabbed Annica's body and flipped her onto the bed. He lifted the hem of Annica's dress, exposing her buttocks. He raised Annica's hips to elevate her.
"You should be thankful to me, Annica," Diggory said with his terrifyingly heated voice. "If it weren't for me, who knows what you'd be now."
Diggory squeezed Annica's buttocks and spread them open to see her pink folds.
"If it weren't for me, you would have become a prostitute on the streets," he growled and began to stick the tip of his penis into Annica's slit. "If it weren't for me, you would definitely be serving who knows how many different men every night. So... you need to thank me, Annica."
Annica tried to turn around, but Diggory quickly grabbed her neck. And in one thrust, the man plunged his manhood all the way in.
Annica screamed. This wasn't the first time Diggory had done that. Ever since the man bought him, this was what Diggory had done to him almost every night. But still, Annica never got used to the pain that ripped through her genitals when the man raped her.
"Oh... yeah..," Diggory moaned and started rubbing his shaft. "Thank you because I love you Annica. Thank me because you can still live comfortably like this."
Annica's tears couldn't stop dripping onto the mattress beneath her. But the girl bit her own lip to prevent her sobs from coming out. Her dry slit felt hot and sore, as if it were being cut by Diggory's cock. But he knew there was no point in crying.
Now, all he could do was wait.
Until the man finished.
Until the man is satisfied.
There was nothing Annica could do except wait.
Until the disgusting growls and groans from the mouth of the man who raped her stopped.
When Diggory finally finished and pulled himself out, Annica immediately threw herself onto the bed.
Nothing could be heard except Annica's sobs that she could no longer hold back.
Diggory adjusted his own trousers and before leaving, stroked Annica's messy hair. He lowered his face and kissed Annica's forehead which was covered in cold sweat.
"No need to cry, Annica."
His's hand stroked Annica's face and wiped the tears from Annica's cheeks.
"I'll make sure you get medicine for your wounds," he then stood up from the bed and walked towards the exit. Before opening the door, Diggory looked back once again.
"Now, rest. And don't worry about Ruth. I will make sure she dares not touch you again. Okay?"
Annica didn't respond. She turned her body around and hugged herself until she heard the sound of the door closing, followed by Diggory's footsteps moving away.
Now alone, Annica buried her face in the pillow and began to release her tears.
She felt disgusted with herself.
She wanted to destroy everything.
Whatever she did, whatever she said to herself, in the end, it all seemed utterly pointless.
What she desired was death.
Like her father.
Like her mother.
Death seemed to be the only way to end this suffering.
Annica lifted her body upright. She straightened her disheveled dress. With pain coursing through her entire body, Annica crawled down from the bed and walked towards the drawer of her desk. She grabbed a mirror from it and then slammed it onto the floor.
!
Shattered glass fragments scattered around her feet.
Annica grabbed the largest shard of glass and stared at the reflection of her own face in it. Her eyes were red and swollen. Ruth's slap marks still reddened her cheek. On her neck, there were traces of Diggory's grip.
What are you going to do?
This is your fate.
Accept it.
The voice of the monster echoed again in Annica's head. The monster that had killed her father and shattered her life. The monster that appeared when the moon shone very brightly in the sky.
Annica clenched her jaw.
It's not fair.
Annica's breath felt heavy. It was as if someone was wrapping their fingers around her neck and squeezing. She couldn't breathe. A drop of her tears slid down her cheek.
It's not fair when the monster stays alive while everyone she loves is dead.
It's not fair.
Annica's whole body trembled. She didn't even have the strength to stand on both of her feet. She let go of the mirror in her hand, and her body instantly slumped to the floor.
Annica gripped the hem of her own dress. With her head bowed, she whispered.
"Please..."
Annica's voice was very soft, only she and the wind in the room could hear.
But that was enough. Because right now, she had no one. There was no one who could grant her request. No one cared for her. So, she pleaded with the silence.
"Please... if God is indeed real and just... please give me a chance."
Annica bowed her head. Tears streamed down even more.
"Give me a chance to avenge my sorrow... Give me a chance to pay for my regrets... Give me a chance," Annica took a deep breath. "To be able to kill that man."
And at that moment, it was only the silence that heard and answered Annica's plea.
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