e

asking them to take the dresses off the hangers and place them on the bed. I sit down on the edge of the bed, my eyes

days in this mansion and I had no idea there were rooms

ng I always come prepared.

ess... colourful when going to class. For somebody who had her legs spread for a man, it's ridiculous that I feel shy undressing in front of

rt and try on the first d

hands, startling me for the millionth time. Th

ot my style, not something I would p

ide the bed, crossing her legs gracefully. I give

looks so... it looks too short." The so-called gown, stops at my bum, how am I supposed to walk or even bend in this? I

e likes his women marked, but only when he puts it on them. Those scars

o comment on my body, no right to comment on my scars which represent my years of pain and torture

r. I don't care if you had a thing going on with Ace. The fact that you are here to style me, brings me to the conclusion

of them. "He would tire of you soon. You would never be able to please

irk. "Last I remember, it was my pussy he couldn't get enou

will scratch your eyes out." That does it because they remain put but I don't miss the amused look on their face

*********

, I met Ace, he offered to buy me drinks and I agreed to go home with him to spend the week in his big mansion, my week en

annot with those two big men outside, I might

left the room in anger. My pretend world makes me calmer. I want to cut myself; I miss h

satisfaction I feel from hurting myself. Ace doesn't disappoint, when I get to ten, he

sharp as before, I spot a day-old beard

"A

ilding. I move to him and slap him, my palm stings but I ignore it

belief. "What the fuck Aella

me, let me go," I

me, I think the look on my face mu

world you spent time creating. This is the end of th

, taking off his tie. "You know this conversation

beautiful world I had created, he

ear Angel, you know

scratch your eyes out, even your money wouldn't be able to repair

drops as he looks at me in disbelief. "D

this minute. You don't like me swearing? I prom

He sits on the bed taking off his shoes and socks.

e right now Aella. I am not a patient m

ng, I look so small in front of him. Bu

l the police if you d

k your friend didn't do tha

call me that!"

the moment I saw you. You can't escape me, and

his is a crime. Keeping me here agai

ur best interest at heart. You are not here against your will, although, i

here pretty while you invite

cked any woman more than once, and no,

feel better?" I ask laughing. "Would

get enough of you. My heart started beating again

ugh of him, but he is a liar. "You called th

e no relation

a room downstairs, I didn't. S

that because I felt you would feel more co

liar," I scr

his face causes me to panic. "I would n

on't believe y

skin burned in an angry red colou

he approached. I have never been scared of him before, but

e moment he captured my wris

arned you no

struggled, and then he dragged my boxer

"on all

g me. "I would never forgi

lla. I don't appreciate you disrespecting me

bed. "Ace" I protest. I gasp when he lands

ry still Angel. I don't want to

am sorry." I s

per following as his belt crack

I start begging. He had warned me a

me again, leaving a second s

ld never have d

get away from him, trying to escape the punishment and the pain. He is faster, clutchin

sorry, pl

pinching my nipple to the point of pain, forcin

ng you, for calling you a liar, for saying I need

fingers inside my drenched pussy. I moan

e baby, look how wet you are.

bow my back when the fingers in m

"What d

me." I want him ins

s go of my hands and I wrap it around his neck, kissing