One morning, a new girl was brought to the mansion, her wide eyes full of fear and confusion. Aurora watched as Madam Elena led her down the hallway, her heart aching with sympathy. She knew all too well the horrors that awaited her.
When the girl was finally brought to her room, Aurora couldn’t help but stare. She was young, even younger than Aurora had been when she first arrived. Her blonde hair was matted and dirty, and she was wearing nothing but a threadbare dress that barely covered her.
The girl looked up, meeting Aurora’s gaze, and for a brief moment, Aurora saw something in her eyes that she recognized all too well-determination. It was the same look she had seen in the mirror every morning as she forced herself to face another day in this hell.
But then the girl’s gaze flickered down to Aurora’s bruised thighs and the collar around her neck, and the determination was replaced by something else-fear. Aurora looked away, feeling a pang of guilt.
This girl was just another pawn in their twisted game, brought here to satisfy the mafia’s hunger for power and control. And Aurora knew that she had to find a way to help her-to save her, if she could.
But how? She was just one girl against an empire of monsters. And every time she tried to come up with a plan, she was reminded of her own precarious situation. If she stepped out of line, if she did anything to upset Damian, she knew she would be discarded like a broken toy.
The girl lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on Aurora, her expression a mix of hope and terror. Aurora took a deep breath, her mind racing. She had to think, to come up with a way to help without putting herself in danger.
And as she stared back, she saw something in those eyes that made her heart ache-trust. The girl had seen something in Aurora that made her believe she could be saved.
And in that moment, Aurora realized that she couldn’t let her down, to give her hope. Even if it meant risking everything.
The guard’s voice was like a knife through the silence, jolting Aurora out of her thoughts. “The master needs you in his chambers right now.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her body tensing at the words. She had been lost in thought, contemplating her new role in this twisted game of power, but now reality crashed back in like a wave, cold and unforgiving.
With trembling hands, she tied her robe more securely around herself, trying to compose her features into something resembling calm.
She knew what was expected of her, and she had to play her part perfectly.
As she followed the guard through the mansion’s grand halls, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread building in her chest. What did Damian want from her today? What new torments had he devised to satisfy his depraved desires?
But she couldn’t let fear rule her. She had to stay strong, had to keep playing the game until she found a way to win. For Luna. For the new girl. For herself.
When she reached Damian’s chambers, she took a deep breath and stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the man lounging on the bed, his dark eyes watching her with a predatory gaze.
“Ah, my pet,” he said, his voice a silky purr. “You’ve come to see me.”
Aurora forced a smile, her heart racing. “Of course, master,” she replied, her voice sweet and submissive. “I live to serve.”
Damian’s smile grew, and she knew he was pleased with her act. He gestured to the bed, and she approached, her heart in her throat.
But instead of the usual degradation, he simply patted the space next to him. “Come,” he said. “Sit with me.”
Surprised, Aurora did as she was told, her body stiff with tension. What was he planning?
Damian leaned back against the pillows, his arm draped casually over Aurora’s shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about our little chat this morning,” he said, his eyes on her face. “You truly wish to be part of this life?”
Aurora’s stomach twisted, but she nodded. “Yes,” she lied, her voice steady. “I want to be by your side.”
He studied her for a long moment, and she could feel the weight of his gaze, searching for any crack in her facade. But she didn’t flinch. She had to convince him she was sincere.
Finally, he nodded. “Very well,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’ll be my eyes and ears in this house. You’ll tell me everything you see and hear, understand?”
Aurora’s mind raced. This was her chance-a way to gather information, to find a way out. “Yes, master,” she said, her voice a whisper. “I’ll tell you everything.”
Damian leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured. “But first, let’s make sure you know your place.”
He stood up abruptly, pulling her to her feet. Before Aurora could react, he had grabbed a whip from the side table, the leather cracking through the air like a snake.
Her eyes widened with fear, but she forced herself to remain still, to not give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.
“Strip,” he ordered, his voice cold and demanding.
Aurora’s hands trembled as she did as she was told, letting the robe fall to the floor. She was naked before him, vulnerable and exposed, her skin prickling with fear.
Damian’s eyes raked over her, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her breast, squeezing it roughly. Aurora couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her mouth, and she hated herself for it.
He fondled her, his grip tightening and loosening, his eyes never leaving hers. “I love how little your pussy is,” he said, his voice a taunt.
And with that, he pushed her against the couch, his hand moving down to her most private area. Aurora felt his thumb brush against her clit, and she gasped.
He was testing her, pushing her limits. And she knew she had to endure it, to keep playing the game.
As he began to rub her, she moaned, hating herself for the way her body responded to his touch. But she couldn’t let him see the revulsion in her eyes.
He stood upright, his own clothing discarded, his erection standing tall. “Now,” he said, “you will show me how much you want this.”
Aurora’s heart raced as she watched him, her eyes never leaving his. She had to win this battle of wills, to prove she was worthy of his trust.
He stepped closer, and Aurora felt the heat of his body against her. She looked up at him, her expression a mask of submission, and spread her legs, bracing herself for what was to come.
Damian knelt before her, his hands parting her folds. He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “Look at me,” he whispered.
Aurora forced her gaze to meet his, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and determination. As his tongue slid into her, she bit her lip, fighting back the moan that threatened to escape.
This was just another part of the act, she told herself. Just another step in her plan. But as he worked her body, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of climax, she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding to him.
It was as if her body had a mind of its own, betraying her at every turn. She hated him for it, hated herself for the way she was reacting.
But she couldn’t let it show. She had to keep her wits about her, had to keep playing the game.
So, she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her, focusing on the endgame. If she could just get close enough, if she could just find out enough, she could bring this whole house of cards tumbling down.
But as his tongue danced around her clit, her resolve wavered. She felt herself getting lost in the sensation, the pleasure building deep within her.
And then, just as she was about to break, he stopped.
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him, panting. His smug smile told her he knew exactly what he was doing-keeping her on edge, making sure she knew who was in control.
“Good girl,” he said, standing up. As he placed his dick on her clit, he whispered, “Now, let’s see if you can take me all the way.”
Aurora took a deep breath, steeling herself for the pain she knew was to come. But as he pushed inside her, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something else-desire.
It was wrong, she knew. But she couldn’t ignore the way her body seemed to mold around his, the way she felt filled and claimed.
Her eyes never left his, and she saw the surprise in his gaze. He wasn’t expecting her to be so tight, because they have down it twice before this, he held her thighs as he pulled her into him leaving no space between them.