A banging headache woke Jasira up, she laid down on the bed with sore legs and weak breathing while staring at the white ceiling.
Her headache intensified and she groaned lightly pulling the duvet away from her body. She blinked her heavy eyelid.
Even after having a warm bath yesterday and taking a painkiller, every inch of her body still hurt.
The memories of yesterday flowed to her head and she hissed blocking them out. Even though that was good sex, it was not made for her body. She didn’t know if she could stood up.
The cracking of the bed mixed with her groan filled every corner of the room as she climbed out of the bed. Her legs staggered and she quickly grabbed the headboard for support and left it after balancing on the ground.
She walked wobbly to the bathroom without lifting her legs off the floor. She stripped out of the pajama she managed to put on yesterday. After dumping the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, she stood under the shower.
She didn’t know how long she took under the shower, scrubbing every part of her body gently with her mind roaming around. A lot of unanswered questions. Is she free now or not? Deep down she knew the answer to that question but she wouldn’t accept it. After seeing that she won’t be okay if she didn’t get an answer from him she decided to visit him. She can’t continue living like his bitch in this stupid manor.
She slipped into a long flared dotted gown. She couldn’t make the same mistake of wearing revealing clothes this time around. She gave out a sharp sigh before she stepped out of her room.
The cracking of the door next to her snapped her head toward it. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw Alejandro stepping out of his room in an all-black outfit. His bicep flexed out of the short sleeve T-shirt he wore. His long hair was stylishly styled back making his eagle eyebrows became more pronounced.
She quickly tore her gaze away from him when her eyes met his. She felt extremely hot under her clothes, sweat trickled down her back as her heart breathe wildly.
Alejandro roved his eyes around her outfit, he could feel her fidgeting from where he stood and a smirk found its way his lips.
“Covering up, huh?” He teased and Jasira bit her inner cheeks.
Words she had been practicing under the shower suddenly flew out of her head just by seeing him. She wanted to dive straight to the point but his cold aura was making her brain foggy and everything seemed blank.
“Are you going to stand there like a dummy or tell me what you want?”
“Hmmm.” She stuttered rubbing her temple. She exhaled sharply before she raised her head to glance at him. His cold gaze sent a shiver down her spine and she quickly gazed down.
“I’m sorry but I need to ask when is our contract over. You never mention the exact time, how many more sex? Or am I free from today already?” She had finished talking before she realized she was talking kind of fast and kind of breathily like she couldn’t get enough air just because he was sucking her dry with his eyes.
Jasira moved some steps back when she saw his blue eyes flinch with anger. Alejandro closed the door behind him and stepped out fully. Jasira stepped back again and rubbed her sweaty palm together.
“Did you know who you are to me?”
Jasira was gobsmacked by his question, his sex girl of course but she gave a negative nod.
Alejandro let out a small dark chuckle and stalked towards her. Jasira did flinch and wanted to run back but she seemed rooted to the ground.
“My branded slut.” Her mouth dropped upon hearing that and she blinked in shock.
“Every single part of your body belongs to me, your breasts are mine, your ass is mine and your proven juicy pussy is no one else but mine. I will be the one to release you if I want or keep you till I decided.” His voice was hard, unflinching, and opaque.
He throw her one last glare before he strutted proudly past her. Jasira stayed rooted to the ground shaking while staring at the place he left.
She rubbed her sweaty palms together unable to believe the words that just came out of his mouth.
How his voice caused her stomach to squirm and made her fuse her legs. How her heart pounds loudly in her chest.
His branded slut! She was not a slut but to him, she is. She doesn’t want to be his branded slut but why does that make her blush? She is so angry at herself for liking that name.
A low sigh left her mouth as she walked wobbly Into her room after standing so long in the hallway. Even when her stomach was grumbling out loud, she just slumped to her bed tiredly and fell asleep with her flip-flop on.
Thirteen years old Jasira was seen clutching her pink backpack tightly to her chest as she skipped on the small rocks in the lake behind her house. She could see her house from afar and was surprised that she had not heard her mom yell her name. She would be really mad at her for leaving the house without her permission especially when she had warned her not to go to the mountain again. But this time, she won’t be too mad at her because she brought something along with her this time around. She peeked inside her bag to be sure it was still there and was relieved to find it there.
She decided to go in through the back door to avoid bumping into her mother. The eerie silence that welcomed her sent chills down her spine. She dropped the backpack on the kitchen counter gently and proceed into opening the fridge because she was so thirsty but she halt immediately when she heard a strange voice.
“Where is the little girl?” She snapped her head towards the door upon hearing a deep dark voice. Shudder run through her body, she went still for a moment before another voice broke through the frightening silence.
“She is at the… camp.” She could recognize her mother’s voice even though it was broken and trembling.
She knew the little girl was her and she should hide before the intruder looked for her but she can’t, she need to find out what was happening. She tip-toed towards the locked door after carefully removing her muddy sticky Snickers.
She peeked through the door hole while crouching down a bit so she could witness it all. A low shout tried to escape from her mouth and she quickly clasped her hand over her mouth. She blinked frightened when she saw her mother laying down on the floor, she was covering up her younger brother with her body while her father kneeled with a pistol pointing at his forehead.
“I will give you anything.” That was her father, his voice was sharp but not like the one she knew. She could feel his voice shivering even when he tried to hide it.
She squirted her eyes up so she could see the intruder but it was very dark to describe. Everything he wore was black, he hide his face and hair with a mask.
The only visible skin on his body was his forearm which had a clear small-sized blank-inked devil’s head tattoo.
Five bullets were fired suddenly___
Jasira jerked up violently from her sleep with a loud shout. Sweats trickled down her forehead as she trembled on the bed, tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffed. She brushed her hair out of her face and stared into space.
Her nightmare was back but she knew they were not nightmares. They were part of her life she blocked out which hunt her every day.
She crawled out of the bed still visibly shaking. The nightmare had become part of her life but she didn’t understand why she was terrified by it every day.
She changed into a sweatshirt and track pants which result in the only thing she use to do. Running, she’d run until she was out of breath and now she was going to do it.
She was running around the big manor, she’d stopped crying because of this incident for a long time but she didn’t know why today was exceptional. Maybe because of everything that had been happening in her life, how she suddenly became the devil’s sex slave. Tears welled up in her eyes and start to roll non-stop at every step she took but that didn’t stop her from running and she didn’t try to stop the crying either.
She slowed down when she came in contact with a familiar deadly house, her heart pounding as she walked slowly toward the house, she slant against the wall resting her head against it. A sudden sharp cry makes her jerk away from the wall. Another agonizing shout followed and she trembled.
“Heartless stupid bastard.” She scorned and decided to trace the low cries and that finally lead her to a window.
It was the only room that had a window. She badly wanted to peek through the room but due to her shortness, it was impossible.
She searched around and found an old rusty steel coffee stool down the building. She walked briskly to it and grabbed it. She walked briskly towards the window again, placing it on the floor gently so it won’t make any sound. She climbed on it watching her movement before she finally peeped inside the room.
She gasped at the sight and fell on her butt due to the shock.
Alejandro’s eyes followed the swift and hissed loudly. “Jasira,” Alejandro muttered through his gritted teeth. Even though she fell quickly, he was quick to catch the familiar auburn hair.
Alejandro snapped his eyes back to the messy bloody man that was tied up to a wooden chair before him. He twisted the driller in the wound at his knee.
“I’m going to remove your eyeball next time I’m here.” He whipped out the driller aggressively and threw it to the ground. He removed his bloody black gloves before he matched out.
He would be back for him later but now, he needs to deal with the girl that wouldn’t stay in the fucking place he left her.