[~Song recommendation: Honeypie by JAWNIE & True Colors by Cyndi Lauper~]
"Do you know that David killed my parents, Layla?'' His words, carrying a tone of melancholia left her too stunned in his embrace. Layla turned back in his embrace to see if he was joking or sort but his gloomy expression validated his words well.
"Wh-What are you saying… Master?!" She exclaimed, her eyes glued to his. She tried to wiggle her way out but he restricted his movements as he tightened the hold facing her. He looked down to meet his gaze and sighed.
"Never mind… I sh-shouldn't have said that." He left her from his hold and set foot towards his bedroom leaving her in the kitchen.
"Stop!... Yo-You said something as gruesome as this and now leaving me without sharing the whole story?" She said, her voice louder than ever as she set foot into the mansion. Michael halted in his steps but soon he started to retreat from the scene.
'No-No… He can't leave.' Layla dashed towards the exit and placed herself in between him and the door. His expression turned somber and the aura emanated from him made her falter in her steps. Rolling up his sleeves, he arched his back; his creased eyebrows signified his annoyance at her.
"Leave the room." He uttered in a low growling voice, the one that sent shivers down her spine. But Layla was not going to leave her ground. She set her hands on either side of the doorframe holding a defensive stance.
"Not until you tell me the whole story…" She said staring back at him, trying to show courage but in reality, she was scared out of her wits to face him. But she needed to know the actual truth.
"You are forgetting the rules…" He said followed by a chuckle. "Do you really think, you can hold me back?" The words drained the color out of her face, as she recalled her position and also the consequences.
"I-I just want to know the truth, Ma-Master. Please…" Her stance changed from bold to meek real quick. Suddenly she saw him rushing towards him; Layla crossed her hands in front of her to brace herself.
"Face the consequences… slave!" She heard him before he held her crossed hands and turned her to face the door. Her back faced him. He tightened his hold on her crossed hands placed against the door. His other hand cupped her face from her back and made her turn to meet his menacing gaze. It hurt her hands and cheeks considering the way he tightened his hold.
"Aren't you too brave?" He said before he took her lips in his. She felt him nibbling, chewing her lower lip before his hot tongue plunged into the depths of her mouth, leaving her stunned and helpless.
Her breathing hitched and tears started to form in her eyes. His nose poked hers. She kept her eyes closed, praying for the torture to end but to her dismay, he kept ravishing her until she was breathless.
'I'm going to die… What can I do?' She thought and ended up biting his lip. Suddenly he left her from the torment, leaving her panting for breath. As she gathered herself up, she noticed blood seeping from his lips.
"Master… I'm sorry." Layla tried to close the distance to face him. She stretched her hands towards his lips but Michael took her by surprise as he held her hand and tugged her to follow him till he reached his bed.
"Wa-Wait!" Layla exclaimed as he pushed her over his bed. She tried to get up but Michael pushed her again causing her to lie flat. She saw him climbing the bed, his eyes gazed at her. Layla gulped down the lump, wondering if she was about to lose her virginity.
'No! Not like this I need to make him understand; Why is he behaving like this?' She thought but suddenly she felt his hands touching her legs. His hands continued to trail up her skirt but Layla held it when it reached her knees.
She looked at him with a pleasing glance but was stunned when she saw his red eyes. He seemed as if he was possessed or under the influence of some drug; as if he was going feral. Suddenly he caught her skirt and she heard the sound of tearing fabric; leaving her alarmed.
"Ma-Master, please… I beg you." She exclaimed while crossing her legs to save herself from further humiliation. But little did she know, he was not under control at all. Michael continued to strip her top, leaving her only in her undies.
'Why-Why… What happened? He ordered food for me and he was being nice but why is he acting strange all of a sudden?' But she got no answer leaving her petrified. He flipped her on her stomach and Layla gave in. She was feeling too tired to resist and her strength was no match to his.
"MASTER, PLEASE STOP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs when he unhooked her bra and flipped it around the corner. His hands holding the waistband of her panty suddenly paused. Layla turned back crossing her hands over her chest to look at what caused him to wait.
"Layla… I-I… you… me… s-o-r-r-y…" He fell down over her; his head resting on her lap. Layla flinched at first but got concerned when she found him resting peacefully over her lap.
"Master? Master?..." She kept calling him but he remained still. She tried to free herself but considering his heavily built physique along with her exhaustion, it took her some effort to free herself.
Layla rushed towards the antique vase where her bra was dangling. She put it on and hurried towards her master. She called again but found out he already passed out. His steady breathing at least ensured nothing grave happened to him.
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"I hope that bitch will be ruined till morning… That's what you get for crossing paths against me, you whore!" Mayra exclaimed in absolute delight before her eyes trailed off to a slumber; the grin remained intact on her face.