POV: Claire
“If you make me repeat myself one more time, I’ll fucking tie you over there and let every guy in this room take their turn on you. I suggest you stop being stubborn!” he scolded me angrily, glaring at me. The girls seemed to be loving their new job, they were on me the next minute, trying to drag me over there. You won’t believe that one of them is pissed off at me because she wasn’t chosen to suck his fucking dick. Like, what the hell is wrong with these people?
“Play nice and you will get rewards, keep being stubborn and you’ll get nothing but pain!” the first girl whispered to me, flicking her tongue on my cheek, making me want to gag. I stood there unmoving, while the guys jeered at me. I stood in their midst like a cheap whore, my eyes filled with tears.
As the dim light of the room shined on my tear-streaked face, I forced myself to walk up to him, taking one step at a time. My body is trembling with a combination of fear and anger. My eyes kept searching for the easiest way out of here. I glanced warily at the imposing guard standing by the door, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger that sent shivers down my spine. They are all the same, every last one of them.
Fucking cowards!
Freaking weirdos!
“I won’t let him get away with this, I won’t be treated like a whore. I’ll fucking teach him a lesson!” I thought in my mind as they dragged me to him, forcing me to walk towards the devil himself. He beamed with approval, and he stood up and took off his pants, setting free his hardened dick. I shrieked in fear and tried to run the other way. But the two girls grabbed me on each arm and pushed me.
He grabbed me roughly and crashed his lips to mine, kissing me roughly. I tried to knee him in the balls and ran towards the door. But he already anticipated this move and he slapped me hard across the face, he hit me so hard that I fell to the floor, hitting my butt hard on the floor.
He was on me before I could get up from the floor. He grabbed me on my hair and pulled me up from the floor, forcing me to get down on my knees in front of him. His hand on my hair is too fucking right and it hurts so much. I couldn’t numb the pain on my cheek, it reminded me of the first time he hit me that hard. That was when he picked up Kyle and I by the roadside. He had hurt me when he broke my lips, and now he’s hurting me even more and treating me like a whore. I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t.
“Now suck it, bitch!
And no teeth!” he instructed me, sounding so mean and arrogant. When I delayed in carrying out his order, he pulled harder on my hair and forced his dick into my mouth when I screamed in pain. I tried to pull my head back but he held me so right that I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t even move my head. I had no choice, my survival instinct kicked in immediately and I bit down hard on his dick, sinking my teeth deep into his skin.
“Holy fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
Fucking bitch bit me!” he yelled in pain, pulling his bloodied dick out of my mouth. He punched me in the chick, drawing blood when my teeth fell out. I yelled in pain and tried to crawl away, then I felt his boots in my ribcage as he kicked me repeatedly, yelling and cursing furiously as he did. I tried to get away from him, I tried to crawl out of his reach. But the more I tried to get away, the harder his boots landed on me continuously.
At a point, I just gave up and just laid there like a log of wood, waiting to be hit. At this point, I thought of Kyle, the stranger who had swept me off my feet the very first day I’d set my eyes on him. He must be gloating now, he knows that Dominic had left me in the care of his guards while he tended to his mysterious business dealings. He is aware of what I must be going through and he couldn’t care less.
I had trusted him and believed in his promises of protection and love. But now, as I lay on this floor, my trust shattered and my whole body aching from the rough treatment I had received at the hands of the guard, I felt a deep sense of betrayal. He never loved me, he never cared about me like I thought. It’s quite unfortunate that I’m realizing this at the worst time.
“Hold her down!
I’m going to fuck you with my bloodied dick, bitch!
You won’t get off so easily!” he lets out sternly, ordering his colleagues to hold me down so he could easily get through with his business and then kill me. It’s just dawning on me that I may probably end up dead tonight and no one would know the cause of my death. It would probably be ruled out as an accident, my body will never be found or buried, and my family will never find closure they’ll be so devastated.
“Oh my God!
Oh my God!
I’m so fucking dead!” I thought within me, sobbing silently on the floor. They pinned me down to the floor and he emptied his glass of scotch on my body, pouring it on my panties, making me sob even louder.
“Why are you crying, my love?
Do you hate my choice of lubricant!” he asked me, laughing and groaning like a damn fool. Just as he tried to approach me, his look threatening and fierce, I tried to run but flinched in pain as his presence loomed closer, his hands reaching out to grab me. The door suddenly burst open with a loud resounding bang.
And In strode Dominic, his normally stoic expression twisted with rage as he took in the scene before him. In a swift and decisive motion, he drew a gun from his holster and aimed it at the guard, his eyes blazing with a dangerous fire. He took one look at the scene before his eyes and he understood what was going on here. Without saying a word, he pulled out his gun and shot the guard in the head, killing him instantly. He turned to the guards holding me down and he frowned deeply,
“Release her,” he ordered fiercely, his voice was low and deadly, sending a chill through the room. The guard hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly stepped back, their hands raised in surrender. Dominic wasted no time in crossing the room to where I sat huddled, his gaze softening as he took in my bruised and trembling form. With practiced hands, he gently examined her injuries, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his reputation.
“I’m sorry, Claire,” he told me, his voice was filled with regret as he helped me stand, leading me to the luxurious mansion that he adores. He took me to a huge room that looked so much like Raphael’s room. He took me to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water, adding fragrant oils that filled the room with a soothing scent.
Those whores had torn off my clothes as part of their sick party show. I felt so shy to be in his arms this way, I’m not used to being naked before anyone. As I sank into the comforting warmth of the bath, he knelt beside me, his strong hands washing away the dirt and bruises with a tenderness that goes against his tough exterior. He pampered me like a precious jewel, his actions speaking volumes of a desire that ran deeper than I had ever imagined.
At that moment, as I gazed into his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and longing, I realized the truth that had been staring me in the face all along. Dominic loved me, in his own twisted way, because I’m a bit different from the others, at least that’s what he tells me always.
But even as I basked in the warmth of his care, I knew it in my heart that I was still a prisoner in his luxurious home, a pawn in a dangerous game that I had never wanted to play. If only Kyle had not betrayed Dominic, stolen from him, and had the guts to throw me under the bus. Now I was paying the price for his sins and he was somewhere in this building, hiding like a coward and letting me take the fall for his mistake.
He stayed by my side until I was done bathing. As he helped me out of the bath, wrapping me in a soft towel and guiding me to the bed, my heart did a summersault. I can’t believe I am attracted to my abuser. My heart ached with conflicting emotions. I was drawn to him, to the man who had first put my life in danger and then saved me from harm and tended to my wounds with such care. I’ve never been treated this way before, not even by my family…