When you set your eyes on two innocent eyes, you are drawn into a world of darkness unlike anything you've seen. I mean, I'm aware that this world doesn't inhabit sunshine and rainbows, but knowing and experiencing are two different games. This stor...
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Trauma has a way of fucking with you, and in this moment, as I walked down these dark halls, I felt myself shivering from the cold I felt in the basement. I had reimagined my tied-up self surrounded by the stench of death, with tears welling up in my eyes. I lifted my hand to the doorknob and opened it softly, entering the view of the madman before me.
"I will be leaving for 2 weeks to go to Italy; as such, do your tasks and be on your best behavior."
"Sergey, who you will meet in a moment, will be your helper/ guard, and you can ask him to help you with anything you need," he explained as he moved from his chair.
He came closer to the point where I could feel his breath upon my face and his pink lips close to adorning mine. He lifted my head softly with his thumb and kissed my lips softly.
"Мой сладкий цветок, you better be on your best behavior or I will fuck you up" he smirked as his Russian accent filled my eardrums.
He had finally dismissed me, and I rushed out of there. I was so mad at how dare he kiss me. Who the fuck did he think he was? Why had he made me so scared of what he would do next if I disobeyed? As promised, a man named Sergey soon appeared in my view. He was one sexy man. He seemed to be another Russian, and he looked at me with strong lust in his eyes.
Time skip
Kazmir had finally left, and I had spent my time taking care of little Anya today. She wanted to watch The Little Mermaid and eat junk food. We sat in the theatre as the big screen invaded our eyes. Sergey stood not far from us, always watching us like hawks but never saying anything. The movie had finally ended, and I peeked across to see Anya knocked out. She looked so cute when she slept, like a little doll. Sergey had seen me getting ready to lift her to her bed when he picked her up and took her for me. After putting her to bed, I felt really hungry, so I decided to make something to eat.
When I was finished, I offered Sergey some, and he sat down to eat with me. We talked for hours and hours. He was cool and had me grinning from ear to ear.
Days later
Days had gone by, and our conversations would continue the same. He made me forget the fucked-up place I was in and gave me something to smile about. We sat on my bed, and we finally went quiet. He peered into my eyes, as I had done the same. He looked at me like he was ready to devour me, and I had no problem with it as I had felt the same. Our faces drew nearer until our lips had delicately touched. The kiss had increased to a lustful place, and soon enough, he was on top of my petite body compared to his undressing me.
He sucked on my neck, hoping to leave love bites all over me as my moans filled the room. He kissed his way down to my flower and spread my lips apart, capturing the look of my forbidden fruit. His tongue caressed my clit instantly, causing me to arch my back.
"Serge !" I moaned out as he began tongue-fucking me.
I was soaked, and he enjoyed tasting every bit of me. He entered two fingers and moved them quickly in and out of my fruit.
"I'm about to cum Serge," I yelled, feeling an orgasm about to take place
He told me to hold it in as he pulled out his member sliding protection over it. He slid slowly into me, making sure that I had time to adjust to his length. He started ramming himself in and out of me. I used my strength to flip myself over to the point where I was on top of him. I sat over his member and slid down as I got ready to do different tricks on it. I started moving my waist and moving up and down so he could feel just as much pleasure. We were at it for about an hour until we decided to call it quits.
I felt so good and happy with Serge. He made me feel so beautiful and restored after my one time suffering from Kazmir's thoughts. I felt like when he returned, I could finally face him and not give a fuck what he planned to do to me as punishment. Sergey had promised to protect me after I told him the story. For the remainder of the days we had left, he would spend time exploring my body when I was done taking care of Anya.
He knew how to touch me delicately on my sweet areas, to the point where I was a moaning mess. He had me moaning his name and wishing that this time could last forever. We made sure to use protection, as it was not an environment to get knocked up in. A knock echoed from my door as I lay next to Serge. I got up and put on some clothes until I realized the small figure of Anya. She looked scared, and she was crying. I lifted her into my arms and took her to her room.
I sat with her for a while, singing her favorite song and helping her return to sleep. When I thought she had dosed off, her eyes peeked open, and she called for me to return and spend the night with her.
"Mommy, please don't leave me," she called, pulling me to stay. It was those darn puppy eyes she would give me that I could not resist.
I was confused by her calling me mommy, but I ignored it as I thought she was confused by her desperate need to sleep. I held her small frame in my body as I began to doze off.
"Mommy, Mommy!" Anya called, waking me up from my slumber.
The sunlight peaked through the curtains and into my face, signaling that it was morning and a new day.
"Daddy's back, and he would like to see you, Mommy," she said excitedly as she grabbed my fingers, pulling me to his office.
Around her, he seemed so loving and kind, but then I would always be reminded of his cold and violent nature and wake up from the fantasy land I was engulfed in. She pulled me directly next to him in his chair and left, running out of the room for us to talk.
I stared into his eyes for a bit, but I instantly knew something was off. He looked at me with anger, and I had grown accustomed to being able to tell when his dark gaze held extreme rage. He instantly scooped a set of my hair into his hands and slammed my head into his desk, knocking me out.
