"This room is going to be your most pleasurable days, and your most painful. I'm going to pleasure you to the point you can't handle it, till the point you're screaming and lose your voice. I'm going to hurt you in the most delectable ways, that make you hate it, while simultaneously loving it, I'm going to beat you, bruise you, leave imprints on your skin, Do you know why?" He quizzes, I look up at him awaiting an answer.
"Because I own you, Lahni, I own every inch of you, I own your pleasure, I own your pain, you're my fuck toy, to tear apart and put back together" I moaned unintentionally quivering, my body felt hot, his dominance seeping into my pores, my submission letting go of my will and giving it to him.
He wanted her. He needed her. He will have her. She was his to love ....his to touch ... his to fu*k...
She was naive , untouched with the brutality of the real world. Protected under her father's shelter which was built only for her away from reality of inhumane thought of people who only wanted to steal her away...
He was bought up to be ruthless and grew up to be heartless ... he knew what he was and accepted that ... inflicting pain bought him pleasure up and he loved to play😈
She was not meant for his world and he was only looking for a toy...
He didn't realise when his want for her turned into obsession... he wanted her all the time , in his arms and on his bed ... and he will never let her go...