VENUS POV
I wonder when all this will end. I am waiting for that day to come. Will it come? or am I going to be like this forever? I sigh and get back to reading the novel.
'She crawled into the bed and leaned on the headboard. She bit her lips, seducing her man. He stood there watching her doing the dirty seductive stuff. She removed her...'
Just fuck off!
I close the book and throw it over the table. He gives me this kind of book purposely. Whenever I asked for another, he would get me but with an almost similar outline. I lean on the soft cushion of the couch. I don't even know how long I am stuck in this hell. Three things happen to me every day
1. Too much sex
2. Extreme boredom
3. Punishment for mistakes that are not even MISTAKES in the first place.
"You don't like this book too?" A voice that I never wish to hear asked.
I nodded, preparing myself to face the arrival of things he is going to do to me. He sits down near me and places his hand over my thigh and gives it a little squeeze.
"You want something baby?"
'Yes, please! Let me out I wanted to shout but then happenings of that day appeared before me...
....... FLASHBACK ......
"You have been such a good girl" He kisses my shoulder as I move trying to make myself comfortable over his lap. I don't want to sit here.
"You want anything?"
"Let me out!" I said pretty loud. Did not know where all this confidence arose in me all of the sudden.
He grabbed my neck and fanned his hot breath on my ears. I triggered him.
"That would be the last thing I will do" He made the grip tighter. I closed my eyes as my lungs began to burn. I unconsciously tried to pull away from his hand but he was too strong to be overpowered.
He let go of my neck and I gasped in as much as my lung could take in. He pushed me from his lap, making me trip over and land on the ground.
I am so miserable.
"GET UP!" I try to stand as my legs shake from fear. He dragged me somewhere and let go until we reached the door of a room.
He banged the door open and pushed me into the darkroom. I hissed as the cold floor hit my body through the clothes.
"You" He pointed his finger at me "are going to be in this room until you feel thankful for me for taking good care of you"
Taking good care of me? Like, seriously? Giving me food thrice a day doesn't mean taking care of it. I lost my patience after hearing this shit.
"I WILL NEVER BE THANKFUL FOR YOU MONSTER!"
He clenches his fist and steps out of the room. He shut the door slowly with an evil smirk plastered on his face. I stare blankly as the brightness in the room deliberately vanishes, leaving me in the pitch dark room.
(Time skip)
Being alone in this darkroom is driving me insane. Adonis gave me a slice of bread a long time before and a glass of water. He asks me every day if I am 'thankful for him' and lures me with the well-lit atmosphere outside and the warm food. My mind was tempted at first but my heart is stubborn.
My stomach growls and hurts but the unbearable pain in my head got my attention. I caress my head with my hand as the pain increased even more.
I turn towards the click of the door. Adonis stood in his usual formal attire. But what I concentrated on was the light behind him.
"P-please take me out-t" I curled up, trying to finding the warmth in me.
I shut my eyes as I am unable to take my defeat.
His footsteps echo in the room. They showed pride. I am on the verge of crying but I don't have the energy to do that.
He lifts me in bridal style.
Warm.
I snuggle into him, trying to regain the warmth I lost.
"We are going out kitten"
And I just blanked out.
.......END OF FLASHBACK ......
Adonis clears his throat and pulls me back to the present.
"What do you want?" He asked patiently which I know will not last if I say him my answer.
"Nothing"
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