THE ASSASSINS EMPRESS

A shattered piece about her past

The air hung heavy with the scent of cheap perfume and fear. A man, his face a mask of predatory amusement, loomed over the bed. His eyes, cold and calculating,  traced the contours of her body, a body weakened by the drug that had become her prison.

"You've been a good student," he purred, his voice a silken whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "But the final lesson, the most important one, is mine to teach."

He chuckled, a sound that echoed through the room, a chilling reminder of the power he held over her. His fingers, calloused and rough, brushed against her cheek, sending a wave of nausea through her.

"This is your graduation," he said, his voice turning harsh. "And I am your final exam."

"I have my eyes on you for quiet a long time while your taking your training to become one of us and now the last part of your training has come," he said while laughing.

He began to undress, each movement a deliberate, calculated act of dominance. She watched, paralyzed by fear, as he stripped away his humanity, revealing the monster beneath.

Although was weak, she manage to wake up and was surprise to see her situation. Cries from other rooms begging not to touch them gave her chills and fear envelope her soul.

"Is this what you said the last training?," Though she was in fear, she manage to ask the person who is in top of her.

That man smile at her and laugh loudly

"It is, losing it is your last training," he said

She was stunned upon hearing it.

This can't be, I need to fight back. This is too much.

She tried to push him away but the effect of that drug was too powerful that it can weaken the person who take it in.

"You can not fight back today lady, tonight I will conquer you," he said lustfully

"No, no, get away from me!," She shouted and she gathers her last strength to push him away leading him to fall off from the bed making him angry.

She stand up and tried to run but he pulled her hair towards him aggressively and punch her in her stomach then throw her off on the floor.

She curled her body while holding her stomach. He came to her and positioned himself on top of her.

"You dare to fight back!," he shouted and then slap her hard that makes the side of her lips bleed.

He caress her cheeks and lean towards her.

"But I do like when you fight back it makes me turn on a little more," he said whispering on her ear.

He began to undress her wildly. He then kiss her aggressively on her neck.

She was crying and shouting begging him to stop but she was slap on the face over and over again until she fainted.

His lips found her neck, his kisses bruising and painful. She cried out, a broken, desperate plea for mercy. But he only laughed, his laughter a symphony of her despair.

He enjoyed himself conquering her over and over again until he was satisfied.

The night stretched on, an eternity of torment. She was a broken doll, her body a battlefield of pain and humiliation. He took what he wanted, leaving her shattered and empty.

When the sun finally rose, she lay there, a hollow shell of a woman, her spirit crushed, her body a testament to the darkness that had consumed her.

The world had become a blurry, painful place. All she could feel was the ache in her soul, the deep, abiding shame that clung to her like a shroud.