The main character Vivan Kieran had a tragic beauty that didn't work out as it was supposed to be, and have her trapped in the cruelty of a deranged man, who would not stop at anything to have her submit to him.
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I was trying to open the locked door desperately.
About half an hour later, I was still rushing around the room like a rat, hoping I would find something useful or an escape route. My legs protested but anxiety continued spurring me with anticipation.
The noises against the floor seized my movements. I quickly grabbed the lamp and flat myself against the wall, next to the door. A person came in and I used all of my strengths to hit that person in the head. That person's loud growl resonated as I tried to rush out. As almost I barely could make a step, that person grabbed my ankle making me stumble forward.
My eyes burned with tears while I snapped my head back at him...Furious Michael holding his bleeding head. He was groaning with a tight grip on my feet. I didn't think twice before kicking him in the face making him lose the grip on my ankle.
I sprinted down the hallway and found myself in nothing other than a maze-like route. There was a hell hole of rooms. Where the hell would I go now?!
As almost I could get in a room, a vice grip yanked my hair knocking the air out of me. It was him, Michael. With a gruelling grip on my stomach, he dragged me, as if I was a sack of potatoes.
I couldn't do anything because the pain was unbearable and struggling made my head hurt more as if he was trying to pull my brains out of the skull. I could see his blood was dripping down his jaw, and the veins were popping out, ready to kill me? My heart was in my throat and my stomach sank in fear.
He gripped my shoulders and pulled me uptight just to look me dead in the eyes, without blinking, he roughly pushed me to stumble over the lamp I used earlier. His face lack of any emotions as he towered over me and banged my head against the bedpost... repeatedly.
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I woke up to a hand rubbing my cheek. I met with familiar grey eyes. My breath hitched and the back of my eyes burned, the unleashed frustration washed out as hot tears.
I kept staring back at him as he tilted his head in a bone-chilling manner. He raised his hand to my face making me flinch and whimper.
But...he only wiped my tears.
"Rule No.1 Don't try to escape," he stated lowly as if he was trying to make sure I heard it right.
"Rule No.2 Don't disrespect me," he stated calmly.
I looked back at him in disbelief. My brows furrowing. What? Seriously?!
I gasped at the weird texture of his hand as he grabbed my nape. "Rule No.3 Don't resist me and my touch," he mumbled while licking his lips. He can't be serious.
I leaned near his face and spat. He swiftly yanked my hair making my neck exposed to him. He sucked on my skin furiously making me twist like a wild animal. His hot breath hit my sensitive skin as he slowly retreated.
"Don't disrespect me," he said while pulling away.
I just closed my eyes and cried not knowing why this was happening.
"Whatever you do, there will be consequences. But I'll give you time to adjust. But I won't tolerate it next time. It means I'll punish you. In ways, you can't imagine. Okay, baby doll?" He said and sucked my lips softly... unexpectedly.
"W-Why me?" I seethed.
"You're meant to be mine," he mumbled and kissed me harshly again.
"You're a freaking psycho," I sobbed.
He pulled away with a sadistic glint in his eyes. "No, baby. I'm yours," he smirked.
"Go to hell, you freaking pedophile-" I said but was cut off as Michael grabbed my chin with a death grip. Fury laced his eyes.
"Don't call me names," he seethed.
"You're hurting me," I cried out as his nails were digging into my skin.
He let go instantly and stared at me blankly. "I might hesitate to hurt your pretty face sometimes. But your beloved ones meant nothing to me," he shrugged.
"I swear I'll kill you by myself if you dare to touch them, you Basta-" I was cut off by a harsh slap across my face. I thought my jaw was broken. Tears were uncontrollably rolling down my cheeks.
"I hate you," I mumbled.
He seemed to get caught off guards and yanked my hair again."What did you just say???!!!" He growled.
"I said, I hate you, moron!" I angrily spat.
He slapped me hard again on the same side. I cried out at the burning assault.
My heart rate accelerated looking up at his fury filled demeanour. He quickly release the restraints, yanked me out of the chair and threw me hard across the floor. I backed away weakly. He crouched down to my level and whispered, "Are you asking for punishment?"
I furiously shook my head 'no' scared of what he would do to me.
But the next second, he just laughed and laughed. I just stared at him, unable to move my frozen body. He looked like an entirely different person."I won't take 'no' as an answer. You're misbehaving...my LOVE," he spat as if the words were venomous. Then he started carrying me over his shoulder walking up to somewhere.
I hit his back and pulled his hair but he didn't even flinch. I was screaming my heart out to the point of gagging.
Once I realized that he was taking me back to that room, I squirmed and bit down his ear.
With a loud gasp he dropped me down onto the floor and I lay on my bum. I tried to get up and ran towards the door but he swiftly pounced on me and threw me onto the bed roughly.
He climbed on top of me and pulled out handcuffs from the drawer. I screamed at the top of my lungs. He easily handcuffed me and rolled me back exposing my butt on his lap.
"Don't you dare make a sound!" He growled ferociously. At that moment...I knew I had pushed the limits.
I cried out at the lingering sting on my bottom. He .. was spanking me??!
A hand came in front of my face and the tape texture was plastered, sewing my lips shut. I started to panic as my screams were muffled, completely at his mercy.
He was spanking me mercilessly.
I lost count and laid there helplessly.
My heart was clutching painfully.
He turned my face to his side as I was burying my head in the sheets. He roughly pulled the tape off me and had me yelping and whimpering.
" Say 'I belong to you'" he growled.
I kept quiet making him furiously turn me back to face him, tie my wrists to the bedpost and hover me while crushing me with his inhumane weight.
I closed my eyes and sobbed.
His grip became unbearable with him shouting at my face, "Say now or I'll do something I would regret!"
I squirmed under him helplessly. This man was sick. All of this is wrong...so wrong...
He roughly ripped my thin gown apart. My chest exposed to him. An alarm went off in my head. No. No. No!!!!
I screamed again as he harshly sucked the skin just above my breasts. "I- I belong t-to you," I cried out hysterically.
He instantly brought his face back to me and the stinging pain followed with an assault on my jaw. He drew blood off the bite on it. "Don't ever forget that you are mine."
(End of Flashback)
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