Moana

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a luxurious bedroom, but I had no idea how I got there. The last thing I remembered was arguing with Jericho.

I sat up, looking around frantically. Why had he left me here? 

Then, I saw the door swing open, and Betty walked in. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of me sitting on Jericho's bed.

"You think you're special, don't you?" Betty spat angrily, while bringing her hand forward to my face, flashing a slap to me hard across the face.

I stumbled back, my cheek stinging, "Why did you slapped me?" I demanded.

"You're in his room, on his bed. You're his favorite toy, after all," She said, whispering in anger and jealousy.

But before I could ask any questions, Betty continued her tirade, "You think you're so special, don't you? He's been fucking you every day, hasn't he?"

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs, "What's wrong with you?" I demanded, looking up at her for the first time.

"You're what's wrong. He's been ignoring me, making me think he's lost interest, all so he can be deep inside you," She snarled, why does she thinks I want this?

"That's not true," I protested, trying to defend myself.

Betty laughed, a cold, mirthless sound, "Don't lie to me. I know all about it. He's been buying your affection with his money, treating you like some kind of prized possession," She sneered, making me felt a surge of anger, "I'm not his possession," I stated, calmly.

"Oh, really? Then why don't you stop taking those contraceptives? Get pregnant, and maybe you'll finally be rid of. You'll be killed, and I'll be rid of you," Betty proclaimed, with a sinister smile.

"You're just a slave, a plaything for Jericho. You're not worthy of his attention," 

"I won't do what you're asking. And even if I did, Jericho would get tired of me eventually. He'll set me free," I said, denying to the request and I gave out my inner thought.

"He will never set you free. He'll keep you as his slave, fucking you until your last days," Betty dropped the bombshell, as little as it is, it pierced my heart.

"I won't do it," I repeated, my mind fully made up, "Fine. Don't eat the food prepared by the maids. Go to Jericho, and maybe you'll get what's coming to you. And if you don't, I'll make your life miserable,"

With that, she turned and stormed out of the room, leaving me shaken and afraid.

~•~~

I finished my chores for the day and made my way to Jericho's room, knowing our meeting was tonight. As I entered, I saw him sitting in his usual chair, and his arm bleeding as he tried to light a cigarette.

My eyes widened in worry, and I muttered something under my breath. Without thinking, I walked closer to him, taking in the extent of his injuries. He was severely hurt, with multiple bullet wounds, and yet he was still trying to smoke.

I knelt down beside him, trying to examine his wounds. He ignored me, fixing his eyes on something else. I stared at him, feeling a pang of concern. No sane person could survive such injuries.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I took in the sight of his battered body. I didn't care about my asthma as the cigarette smoke wafted towards me.

"How...how did you get hurt like this, my lord?" I asked, my voice shaking, "It's nohing serious," He replied, coldly.

I felt a surge of anger, "Nothing serious? You should have run away when you knew you couldn't handle it," I repeated, my eyes widening.

Jericho raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting with amusement. I didn't notice, too caught up in my concern for him.

"You shouldn't have taken matters into your own hands," I yelled, my voice echoing through the room. 

"Are you scared of seeing me die?" He asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. I should have been praying for his death, but something inside me refused to let me wish for that. I knew I would face punishment for my outburst, but I couldn't help myself.

His eyes seemed to bore into mine, as if searching for something. I looked away, feeling a flutter in my chest. What was wrong with me?

I stood there, frozen in anger, and Jericho continued to smoke. What did he see in this destructive lifestyle? Suddenly, I grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, shocking him.

"When have you become this brave?" Jericho asked, eyes narrowing as he stared at me deeply.

I quickly composed myself, "I've read books about how dangerous smoking is for your health," I explained.

But his expression didn't change, as if he already knew. I grabbed a first-aid kit from his drawer and walked towards him, intending to treat his wounds.

But instead of letting me tend to him, Jericho pushed me onto his lap. A gasp escaped my lips as I tried to break free, but he was too strong, even in his injured state.

"You haven't answered my question,"Jericho said, huskily. I swallowed hard, "Of course, I won't be happy to see you die,"

His eyes bore into mine, as if he knew I was lying. I tried to change the subject, "You need to get treated,"

But Jericho's hand slipped into my top, causing me to gasp. His touch was extremely cold, sending shivers down my spine. He squeezed one of my breasts, and I closed my eyes, an unknown feeling surging inside me.

Why was I reacting to this? I wanted this monster dead, didn't I? But my body seemed to be betraying me, responding to Jericho's touch in ways I couldn't understand.

His hand slipped into my pants, and I felt a surge of fear. I tried to push his hand away, but he held firm. His fingers probed and explored, and I felt a wave of pain wash over me. I winced, trying to struggle free.

"No. Please stop," I whispered, shaking my head. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he continued. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I swallowed hard, trying to hold back my emotions.

I turned my head away, trying to escape the sensation. But his grip only tightened, holding me in place.

Finally, he stopped. I pulled away from him, my heart racing. I didn't look back, just rushed out of the room as fast as I could.