I’ve been trained on what to expect. I know what I need to do so they’ll believe me and let me in closer.
I have to break her myself.
Olivia
I hear him coming down the hall, and my head whips to the door. Fuck! I bolt to the bed. I don’t have a damn thing to arm myself with.
I get under the covers and lie there. But then I remember the knob. Motherfucking fucker! I want to scream. I ball my hands into fists under the covers and squeeze my eyes shut as the door creaks open.
Why am I so fucking stupid?
I stay as still as possible as he moves closer to the bed. I hear his footsteps as he approaches and my stomach sinks. At the same time though my pussy clenches at the threat of him taking his anger out on me. My cheeks flame. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I could want something so demeaning.
The bed dips with his heavy weight and my body rolls slightly, even though I’m stiff.
I bite down hard on my lip.
My mind runs away with the most sexual images. I don’t want this. But some sick part of me does.
A sob rips up my throat, and I wish it hadn’t. His hand lands softly on my hip, and I just barely resist the urge to take a swing at him and push him away from me. I could try to run again. I should try to run again. But at the same time, the thought of him pinning me down makes me equally turned on and fearful.
“I should punish you.” His calm, deep voice stops my thoughts where they were.
I shudder and curl slightly away from him.
“Do you think what you’ve done wasn’t defying me?” he asks in an even voice.
His weight shifts and he lifts off the bed. I don’t turn to see what he’s doing, but my eyes pop open wide and my breathing pauses as I realize what he's noticed. I hear him snort and push the dresser drawer in.
Fuck. Fuck. He walks over to the window and moves the curtains.
I left a fucking trail for him. I feel him behind me and I want to cower, but I remain still.
“I asked you a question.” His voice is soft, as though there’s no threat. But I know there is.
I take a ragged breath. “Yes.”
“Yes, you thought you weren’t defying me?” he asks with a lowered tone, daring me to confirm what he’s said. I hesitate to answer. I don’t know what to say.
In a flash he rips the sheets from me and I cower from him. My body trembles as he grips my hips and brings me closer to him. My pussy heats, and I can’t stand it. I hate how my body is betraying me. I shouldn’t be so turned on by him, but I can't help the effect he's having on me.
“Please!” I cry out as I resist the urge to fight him.
He whispers in my ear, “What did you think would happen, Olivia?”
I shake my head. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing, and it angers him.
“Answer me!” he yells as his hand comes down hard on my ass. He pushes me down on the mattress, his large hand splayed against my shoulder blades, pinning me down. I struggle against him, trying to get away.
“You’re only making it worse on yourself.” His words register and I try to stay still.
“Please don’t.” I swallow my pride as I beg him. I may be turned on. I may find him handsome, and a sick part of me thinks this could fulfill a fantasy I've never shared with anyone before. But I don’t want this.
“What did you think would happen when you defied me?” he asks.
“I didn’t.” I respond with the truth as a small sob escapes my lips. “I didn’t think.”
“You should’ve, angel.” He lowers his head to mine and gently kisses my hair. His pet name for me seems off, but comforting somehow. “With everything you do, there will be consequences. Good and bad.”
He moves back as his hand leaves my ass. His fingers gently walk up my thigh, pulling my skirt up and exposing me.
“Please don’t,” I beg him again. I can’t help that the shivers that run up my spine harden my nipples and make my clit throb with need. The threat of him using me leaves me breathless with both desire and fear. I don’t know which outweighs the other. But I won’t give in. This is wrong.
“There are consequences,” he says confidently. “I told you that.”
Smack! His hand comes down hard again as he spanks my ass and the pain rips through me. I scream and take the blow. And then another. The weight of his body holds me down.
“What were you going to do with whatever you were looking for?” he asks. It’s a trick question. I know it is.
I shake my head and part my lips to answer, but instead a shriek comes out as his hand whips my ass again.
“Do not lie to me.” His words are hard.
“Defend myself!” I manage to bite out. That’s the truth and if he doesn’t like it, then I guess he can just beat me. Fighting against him is the same thing as defending myself. So long as I’m here, I’ll fight.
“Oh sweetheart,” he whispers as his lips graze my neck. My body betrays me yet again, and I hate the wave of arousal rolling through me as he plants a sweet kiss on my neck.
“There’s no fighting this.” He pulls my body toward the edge of the bed, holding me under him. “There’s no way out.”
“Please,” I say, but I’m not sure what I'm pleading for as his hands lift my skirt up.
“Do you know who I am, angel?” he asks as his thumb rips through my cotton panties. Kade tears the thin pair as though they're nothing, exposing me to him.
I shake my head into the pillow, denying everything. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. He takes the opportunity to answer his own question.
“I’m a bad man. And now you belong to me.” His words shatter any hope I had. My throat closes as fear threatens to overwhelm me.
“This,” he says as his hand cups my pussy, “this belongs to me.”
As he says the words, I smell whiskey on his breath, but it only adds to my arousal for him. Goddamn traitor body.
He pulls back quickly with shock, and then pushes his fingers against my heated core.
“You’re fucking soaked. You want this.” Shame washes through me again. It’s one thing to be turned on, but it’s another thing entirely for him to know. It’s my treacherous body. My own depraved fantasies. But this is reality.
I shake my head. “I don’t.” I barely push the words out.
He pulls his hand away and yanks my sweater over my head. I try to fight against him, but it’s useless. I cross my arms over my chest feeling so demeaned and helpless. My tank top and bra are the only things keeping me from being completely bared to him.
“You will remove them.” His voice hardens as he adds, “Or I will.” He stares at me, waiting for me to comply. I don't want him to. But I don't want to do it either.
Slowly I pull the tank top away and unhook my bra, letting it fall. I can’t look at him.
He balls all of my clothes in his hands and moves off the bed. Leaving me there naked, embarrassed and completely fucking soaked for him.
I wait for him to do something--anything. But he just watches me.
“Do you know about BDSM or anything at all about Master slave relationships?” he asks.
My blood boils. I know all about them. I’ve read about them in books, but this shit is real life. “Yes.” I push the word out through my teeth.
“Do you know what you are to me now?” he asks.
I barely shake my head as his eyes pierce into me.
“All you are is mine. All you will do is what I say. I am your Master now. There is no safe word, there is only you obeying what I tell you to do.”
I bite my tongue and resist the urge to snap at him.
“I will always keep you safe. I will never do anything to hurt you. I won't push you beyond what's needed. I promise you that.” I don't believe a word he says.
“You’ll behave now, or things will only get worse for you,” he says in a voice laced with sympathy. He’s not sorry though. He did this to me. He chose to do this. He want
s to do this.
I swallow thickly, hating that every part of me is begging to make him happy. I can't avoid the inevitable, but maybe I can prolong it, if I behave.
“You need to be good for me,” he says with a low voice. “You’re going to learn how to be the perfect slave, pet, fucktoy. Whatever it is that’s required from you.” My breath halts in my lungs, and fear freezes my body.
“You’re a reflection of me, and you will be perfect. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I answer him, feeling completely defeated. The word is choked as it leaves my lips.
“Good girl.” His hand gentles on my back. “Tomorrow you’ll have another chance. Don’t disappoint me.”
The seconds pass slowly and finally he leaves the room. As soon as he’s gone I cover myself, hiding underneath the duvet.
Anger replaces my shame and fear. I don’t care what he does to me, I’ll never break for him. Never.
Olivia
I wake up to the sounds of Kade moving in the room. I stay perfectly still under the covers; hopeful he hasn’t noticed I’m awake. I can’t see him, so I don’t know what he’s doing. I just want him to leave.
I’ve barely slept at all. I have no way to get out of here, and no hope of leaving. Yet, I tell myself. I just need to get out of this room first. One step at a time.
“I know you’re awake.” His words ring out clear in the quiet room. I hear him push a drawer shut and walk closer to the bed.
“I brought in breakfast. Come.” He gives the order and it pisses me off.
“No,” I say from under the covers, like a petulant child. But I don’t care. I’m not going to go to him.
Silence greets me.
“You’re disobeying me?” he asks in that low threatening voice that somehow fools my body into thinking I should get wet and hot for him. I bite my bottom lip, ignoring him and my arousal.
“Get up and get on your knees.”
I ignore the part of me that’s dying to obey him and hold on to the sane part of me. I grit my teeth. I’m not doing that. I fucking refuse to let him use me. I poke my head up beyond the covers and look him in the eyes.
They’re the softest shade of blue; they could be cold and callous, or forgiving and sympathetic. He could use them to charm women and convince them to be his. They’re eyes filled with deceit. I don’t trust him. I’ll never trust him.
“Fuck you.” I hold his eyes as they narrow and heat with lust. It shocks me to the core. Desire. His eyes flame with desire, and I can’t help that his look makes my own needs flare.
“Is that what you want?” he asks in a deep, menacing voice that only manages to turn me on as he unbuckles his belt. The hardness in his features softens, and a small grin forms on his face as he slides the belt from the loops.
“I wasn’t going to fuck you just yet. But maybe that’s why you’re having such a hard time realizing what you are now.”
My mouth tries to part with lust, but I slam it shut. The tension between us is thick. But it’s wrong, and I hate it. This isn’t supposed to be like this.
He loops the belt in his hand. “I said get on your knees.” With a flick of his wrist he whips the belt in his hand with a loud smack! It makes me flinch and my pussy clench.
I grind my teeth and shake my head. “No.”
Smack! The belt falls hard onto my thighs. I scream out and he pulls the covers back.
“Knees!” he yells at me, and I bury my head into the mattress, huddling into a ball.
He grips my hips and pulls me toward him. I scramble to get away, but he holds me there and presses his chest to my back. I try elbowing him and the first time it works, I hit something, but it fucking hurts me more than it seems to hurt him.
He pushes his weight against me and shushes me in my ear. Like I’m a wild animal, and he’s trying to calm me.
“Let me tell you a secret, angel.” He speaks clearly as I still beneath him. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Liar. He’s a fucking liar.
He continues talking as if he read my mind. “I have no choice but to train you. You may not understand why, and honestly, you don’t need to know. But I don’t have to hurt you. This doesn’t have to be a fight.”
His words are soothing, and I almost start to relax a little, but the next thing he says comes out hard. “But you will listen to me. And I’ve found it’s best when punishment is severe.”
“Fuck you!” I scream again.
“Don't make me punish you.”
“Do whatever the fuck you want, asshole.” I sneer.
“What I want is to feed you,” he says simply. “But you disobeyed me. So you need to be punished first.”
“Please stop this.” The words come out without my conscious awareness. “You don’t have to do this.” I sound weak and pathetic as I beg him.
I expect him to laugh. I expect him to tell me he won’t stop. Instead he hesitates. For a moment, I feel something. I feel hope.
He moves away from the bed and I look back at him, praying he’ll set me free. But there’s no mercy in his expression.
“I do,” he finally says. He nods his head slowly, keeping my gaze with his intense stare. “I have to do this. And you have to obey me, either by choice or force. That's entirely up to you. But it’s going to happen.”
My eyes fall. “Just kill me then.” Again I speak without thought.
“I can’t do that.” He speaks so quietly I barely hear him say, “I need you.” The way his voice comes out with so much sincerity makes me believe him.
“Now come over here and eat.”
I eye him warily. “You said I had to be punished first.”
“I did. And I changed my mind.” He leans closer to me. “You should move quickly, before I change my mind again.”
I look up at him, not knowing what to do. In an instant, my anger dissipates. My throat seems to swell with a lump that won’t go down. “I have a mother.” I try to speak confidently, but my voice comes out raspy. I look down and try to calm myself.
I back away as he sits next to me and pulls me closer to him. I try to resist, but it’s no use. He gently pets my back.
“You have family. You have friends,” he says calmly, and it kills the last bit of hope I have, like an ice shard through my heart. “I know you do. I know their names. I know where they live.” My eyes pop open and my body chills with fear.
“Don’t worry, I don’t have any plans to hurt them. I meant it when I said I didn’t want to hurt you, either.” He tilts my head up to force me to look into his blue eyes. “I mean it. But you need to listen.”
He stares at me for a long time, waiting until he has my full attention. “You’ve gotten yourself into the middle of something very serious. There’s no way you can get out.”
I shake my head, wanting to deny it, wanting to plead with him.
“Hush, angel.” He rubs his thumb along my jaw and I subconsciously lean into his touch. “There’s no changing that now. The only thing you have control over is how you respond to me.”
I stare into his eyes, trying to understand. “They want me to train you. You know that, don’t you?”
I barely nod my head as I accept that reality. “I’ve trained sex slaves before. Some willing, and some not so much.” He pushes the hair out of my face. “It’s easier when they’re willing.”
I can’t look at him.
“If that’s the way you want it, we can do it that way, too.” He moves away from me and I scoot closer to the headboard, keeping my eyes on him as prey watches a predator.
“You need to eat,” he says simply.
“I'm not hungry,” I whisper.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” he asks.
I shake my head and hug my knees to my chest. My entire body feels hollow. I don't need anything other than a chance to get away from him. As I shake my head, I become acutely aware of the pressure in my bladder. But I'm not having that fucker watch me go to the bathroom. I'll hold it as long as I have
to. I'd rather pee in the corner.
He sighs angrily and presses his lips into a straight line. “If you need something, you'll need to knock loudly. Do you understand?” His voice is hard.
I nod my head as I say, “Yes.”
He leaves the plate from the tray and walks out of the room without another word. I wait a moment, thinking he’s left it unlocked and quietly move to the door. I’m halfway there when I hear the click and see the knob rattle as he tests to make sure it’s locked.
My heart falls in my chest.
He’s going to train me for them. That’s all I am now. And there’s no escape.
I suppose one would experience many different emotions when faced with something like this, the first being denial. And maybe that’s what I spent the last few hours and yesterday doing. But the second emotion is anger.
I look around the room and let the rage consume me. And then I do something very, very stupid.
Olivia
He can’t just take me and expect me to bend to his whims. He thinks he's my Master. He can go fuck himself. I’m not some sort of sweet little thing, so desperate to live I’ll let him whittle me down into nothing. I refuse to give in to him. I take out the bottom drawer of the dresser. Or rather, I rip it out. I pick it up by the handle.
It’s fucking heavy and made of real wood, but I’m able to swing it with all my weight against the side of the armoire. It barely breaks, and that makes me even angrier. I scream out and swing it again. This time it cracks and splinters, and falls into large pieces. One board almost lands on my foot, but I move it in time.
I pick up a small splinter that split off and shove it under the duvet in the bed. I'll start storing weapons.
I breathe heavily, staring at the armoire. I want that fucking door. I can see myself smashing it over his head. Or maybe using it as a shield to break down the bedroom door. It looks heavy, but I only need one chance. I toss the board onto the floor and grab the door to the armoire, tugging it, trying to bring it down.
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