7 Nights with Mr. Black

Princess to WhOre

Dakota won this war, leaving me completely fractured from within.

I walk out of the bathroom with wet eyes and wetter hair. I don't even look for any cloth or fabric to cover myself, as if my inner soul has already given up the hope to fight for herself.

Like a dead flower, it lies gray and lifeless in me, with no hope to ever regain its vibrancy. It's all dead.

The cold marble of the floor pricks my feet as I walk among the silent walls of the house which are staring at my stark naked body.

Drop by drop water rolls down from my legs, making prints behind me as I walk down the lonely stairs of absyy. I couldn't lift my gaze to look up at the paintings which are laughing at my pitiful condition.

From a princess to a whore.

My wet feet take me to the kitchen. All the windows in the house are already darkened, matching the emotions I am feeling from within. Dark and lonely.

I start making breakfast, but I can hardly feel my body moving. It's like I am sleepwalking. I am barely present in the moment, just going through the motions like a programmed lifeless doll.

I pour black coffee into the mug and stare at my reflection in the dark liquid. A dead shell of the person I used to be is staring back at me with an empty gaze.

There is no hint of honour, no shine in my eyes or even the will to fake a smile.

I want to cry. I want to cry out my sorrow, and release the flood of tears that has been building up inside of me. But nothing comes out. No tear falls down my cheeks.

My eyes remain dry as if my soul has been drained of all emotions and there is nothing left to cry out.

"Eve, turn on the blaze." A voice comes out of my hollow body. I crack two eggs and watch them sizzle as if it were my heart on the pan.

Suddenly, I feel thuds in my chest like a warning drum as I hear footsteps getting closer. The voices in my head grow louder, screaming at me that he is coming.

And there he comes with the silence of chaos.

I feel eyes crawling up my naked back and a sinister chuckle echoes in my ears. It's the laugh of a conqueror, reliving his victory. Victory over me. Over my body. Over my crushed soul.

I can feel fear creeping up my spine as I sense his dark presence coming closer to me, with every thump of my heart.

Dakota comes stands behind me, quietly. I feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck, before his soft lips press into my skin in a romantic kiss.

"Good morning, baby." His deep voice rings through my body and I close my eyes as the horror of his touch returns to my flesh.

My skin pricks with his kinky touch as he lets his hand draw a line up and down on my spine, connecting all the droplets of water, like he is playing with my dignity.

"I like this dress on you. It's so sexy, isn't it?" Dakota taunts me as his fingers trail the exposed curve of my waist. "I love how it accentuates your curves and the colour is absolutely stunning."

His hand follows the curve of my hips and goosebumps follow his fingers obediently, causing my body to react hotly against his malicious touch.

"And I love how soft the cloth is. So fucking sexy." My chest tightens as he makes fun of my nakedness, and vulnerability. It wasn't enough for him to belittle me, strip me off my grace, that now he is degrading me with his taunts.

"Didn't I tell you that you would walk these floors naked, baby?" Dakota remarks arrogantly, mocking my stained pride as he strips me nude, just like he promised me.

He won.

He always wins.

And he has conquered me completely. My body feels like it is being trapped against the blackness he created and there is no way out of this nightmare.

Suddenly, he clutches a fistful of my hair and yanks me backwards towards him. My heart pounds fiercely against my ribcage as he presses his warm lips against my ear and sneers devilishly.

"This is how I want you to walk in my house, stripped off your attitude and clothes." He snarls with a malevolence voice, while my body remains still like his submissive slave.

"Every time I call you, I want you to crawl to me with your ass up and tits out, completely naked, like the little bitch you are." His words pierce through me like a double-edged sword, reopening the wounds of my already wounded heart.

I couldn't form any words, or speak up for myself as if I am tongue tied by his darkness. I stand there frozen and numb while his other hand roams over my body, as if painting me in his colour, Black.

Dakota cages me in his arms while his hand creeps up my inner thigh and clutches my sex. "Mine." He breathess in my scent possessively, making me quiver in his grip.

I feel him smirk while he makes slow circles on my clit, showing his authority over me. I couldn't move, I couldn't protest and let him play with me once again.

"I fucking loved it last night." His chest grunts deeply with satisfaction. A pain pierces through my chest like a stake as he reminds me of the awful night.

"You being so submissive to me, taking my cock in your ass so nicely, and tightening around me so good. I loved it." He sneer licking my cheeks and jaw with the passion of an obsessed lover.

"You behaved like the sweet little whore I always wanted." His lips taint my skin while his words taint my soul.

"My personal whore." He calls me.

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