Breaking Clarisse ***completed***

13. Lylianna

She was so young. Not the youngest I've seen but seeing her gave me new purpose and that was to keep her innocence for as long as I possibly could.

I noticed Elijah's lingering gaze and could tell he wanted her. I remembered what Michele had warned.. To enjoy him while it was new. Was I old now?? Was she the new? I knew that misbehaving was the only way to keep his interests at bay. He loved to punish me for my bad behavior he was adimate about it and sadly I used that to get what I wanted.

The pain bearly bothered me anymore. Though taking my lashes tonight seemed challenging I thought trying to keep count. Maybe the slap that I gave him was pushing it too far.

I had literally exhausted him tonight. I listen to him panting behind me and knew that this was always a good sign. I listened to the sound of our breathing as he took a few moments to catch his breath.

Haha you sure know how to wear me out darlin. He puffed through tired breath as he knelt behind me.. Mmmmm I can smell the excitement dripping from every orifice. How hungry are you darlin? I want to fill you up. Again the very next night I was at it again.

You know Elijah you may just be getting too old to handle a young woman such as myself. I dared to challenge. My rebellious behavior was always a go to if I needed to handle him.

He stares at your lewd position, legs splayed, panties clearly on view, watching your chest heave in and out. You watch as his tense hands grip the chair. His knuckles whitening at the ends and the twitch that begins to form at the tensing of his jaw. He moves to position himself in between the opening of your legs. His gaze piercing and hungry. His knees Forcing your legs to open.

This was a desperate attempt but it worked. You hold back the grin that wants to force its way in as you mentally pat yourself on the back.

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Clarisse do you still remember your family. Lylianna spoke in a childlike voice.

I stopped braiding her hair. Pausing to help me better understand the question. It wasnt that I didn't understand the question, it was that I wasn't expecting it.

Of course I remember-I just try not to.

She gave me a look of remorse like hearing the words come from me actually hurt her. Its easier for me to not think about it. You know people deal with trauma in different ways. Its ok if that doesn't work for you Anna. I say figure out what works for you. Regardless of what I say, your the one that has to make it ok.

I don't want to forget. She finally whispered in a sad, quiet voice.  I think you can forget easily in a place like this.

I think that if you choose not to forget then you won't. My attempt at reassuring her only made me feel regret. I soon wondered about my own family and briefly wondered if they missed me. What was his name I ask her. Your father?

Raja Shahid. He was the chief executive prime minister of Pakistan.

He sounds important.

He was very important. Before we were taken he was worried about his place in our government. Some bad men were trying to overthrow his rule. They took my sister and I before they slaughtered the rest of my family but not before they planted false evidence against him.

She suddenly got very quiet and for a brief second I thought she was holding back tears.  I don't know where my sister was taken.

Im so sorry Lylianna. How did you end up here?

Whom ever they were must have been important or knew someone of great power. I am after all a daughter of the prime minister.

Someone paid a high price for me as well I added.