SAPPHIRE: HIS OBSESSION|LET'S BEGIN THE CRIME| 18+

52| HIS SLAVE

My eyes slowly flutter open. I was still feeling drowsy and the hammering headache made everything worse. The pinching light somehow forced me to open my lids, and I finally mustered enough courage to open it. By far it seemed normal to me, the ceiling, the room, everything was the same as my last visit to this place. I'm in Russian, in his estate again. 

"You're awake, my love." My breath hitched hearing that voice. Traveling my eyes to the man sitting over the sofa right beside the far corner of the bed smoking like a lord of somewhere stared at me. His eyes were dilated with lust in them. The flight effect kicked in me when I struggled to sit up only to realize my pathetic and devastating situation. I was shackled to the bed. My ankles and wrists were cuffed by the chains to the bedpost of the magnanimous king-size four-poster bed. Further humiliating to realize, I was naked made hiked my defense mechanism to its peak. 

"Leave me, bastard," I shouted loud for him to hear me clearly but all I earned was a loud chuckle for my defiance. He stood up with the roll of cigar fixed in between in his fingers as he paddled along the wooden floorboard towards me and stopped at the edge of the bed. Standing to his towering height of 6'2. Seeing him smile like that, I panicked more, squirming to somehow get myself released from the bondages but it was futile. 

I give up. I'm scared and helpless, there is nothing I can do right now so, I give being the might Sapphire I am. 

Tears trailed down my eyes. After and after and ugliest of all, he was enjoying it. He was enjoying my misery. Sitting on the edge beside me, the roll of cigar dropped from his hands over my breast and I yelled in pain. It burned me, and the pain horrified me. The fear, the anxiety kicking in hard. 

"Do you know sweetheart?" He spoke pressing the burning roll more into my skin as I cried in pain and fear. The smile on his face took my power of strength and rationalization. His glove-clad hands threw the cigar roll on the floor as he grope my breasts squeezing them. The burn was now bleeding and aching too much. He pinched my nipples and the shame worsened. 

"Let me go!!! Please," I cried yelling and squirming helplessly. 

"Fun fact sweetheart that I can do whatever I want with you because even if you die no one cares. Cause for the world, Sapphire is already dead. No one is going to help you. No one. You're at my mercy." I gritted my teeth sobbing hard.

"I will treat you better, don't worry." And then he left me as I wheezed in pain. Taking something from the nightstand beside, he put it in his mouth and held my arm firmly in his hold, leaning down to my face. He grabbed my jaws in a painful hold and kissed me, I could taste the medicinal drug and instantly recognized the taste, remembering how I had to learn all of it. Aphrodisiac. I cried trying to thrash but the chains restricted my motion. He pushed the pill in my mouth, and I was forced to swallow it.

Just like that, he left me there walking back to the chair and sitting as he pulled out another roll of cigar and started taking puffs. I cried, yelling even knowing how baseless it is. This was never what I had ever planned. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I should've just died then and there. Not this way, I forbid to acknowledge that he will be touching me and I won't raise my voice against it. I do not consent to it.

As the time passed, my tears dried and my body started heating up. I could feel the flood of warmth inside my veins as if the thousands of ants running inside and clawing like they would rip my skin apart. From my hazy eyes, I looked at Evgeni who stood up and started removing his clothes. My legs and hands wriggled, I tried to move and ease the burning sensation inside me in some ways but I couldn't. 

Evgeni came to the bed. He was naked too as he crawled in between legs. I was already wet from the drug ready for any kind of penetration to ease out the fire burning me from inside. I hate myself, how could I let someone touch me who isn't Ethan but here under the influence of drugs, I was going to get raped without even crying for help.

It is wrong. All of this is wrong.

"Now dear slave, show your master the treasure you're hiding." He commanded in a sick tone. "Fucking bastard, don't dare to touch me," I yelled but he didn't hear and my own body wasn't in my control. 

He parted my legs and in one swift move entered inside me, I cried in pleasure. The drug now has totally engulfed me within. 

His hands wrapped around my throat in a tight hold as he railed me inhumanely. My own hips moved with his dangerous pace, while he bent over my body and took my nipple that hardened in his mouth. I cried in self loathe but sure it wasn't one, I wasn't enjoying what was happening to me, it was a sick feeling of moaning when I couldn't neglect it that my body had other response.

His teeth bit over my nipples as he slammed inside me to the hilt joining our hips. I moaned, scream, and clawed over the chains throwing my head back in pleasure. My eyes rolled back inside my head. I don't have any more energy to fight the sexual sensation building inside me. I just let it all happen. No one, even so, can come to rescue me. I'm dead for the world, for my family already. I can't be saved.

 "Ahhh..." With a loud moan mixed with his grunt, I released myself milking around him. His pace got slower and sloppier as he rammed and came undone. Did I enjoy it even under the drugs? No. I hated every bit of how my body reacted even for the moment it did what it shouldn't. It was worse than death. Getting raped in this way was worse.

"My slave, you fucking are good." He mumbled burying his face in between my breasts. I had no energy left to move after what he has made me do it. But he seemed more energetic, the night was still long with more torture in for me.

I don't remember when he really was ended with me, all I know is that it was already morning as the birds squealed in glee and the sunrays filtered inside through the large windows. He finally, pulled out and dropped beside me. 

With open eyes, I stared at the blank ceiling with a blank mind. 

Can I give myself a fake hope and wish that Ethan doesn't believe that I died, that he comes to at least look for my body for him to believe I'm still alive? I know all these are nothing but something that will never happen but I wish for it to happen because that is the only way, I can believe my life will not end up in hell, a never-ending hell.

"Maids will dress you for the lunch, come down like a good slave, and yes... the shackles will remain in your wrists. Until you learn to obey your master, be like that." He wore his clothes and walked away, and my throat ached to even release a small whimper now.

In a blink of an eye, I became someone's sex slave. I don't want to be his slave, not anyone's slave. 

I want to die.

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