Jason pays a visit to Lyla's school to collect on the debt the school owes and in doing so, he meets Lyla. Sparks fly between the two but Jason cannot tell her his occupation, fearful she may leave him. Lyla has a secret of her own that she is not w...
"Oh come on Lyla, just a little peak" "I said no" "Why not, it's not like I've never seen boobs before" "Then you won't have a problem without seeing mine" "It would make me really happy, could you imagine the bonding we could do" "eww, get a way from me", you said as you shoved him off of you, his hands causing a burn where he had first touched you. "I tried to be nice Lyla, but I have needs that need to be met, either you be a good girl and do what you're told or I will severely hurt you", he said, allowing you to notice the venom in his words. His eyes dark, his aura just as darkened, causing you to take a fearful breath to escape your lips, refusing to move an inch. He might take it as a sign of weakness, you thought to yourself. 'you never turn your back away from your enemy', your dad used to say before he passed and boy was he right. "You wouldn't hurt me, I'm your stepdaughter, you pedo!", you yelled as a disgusted grimace appeared on your face. "That's it, you're going to get what you deserve", he said striding towards you as you ran out his bedroom door towards the living room. He was hot on your trail as you darted towards the middle of the living room, trying to calculate what your best bet of escaping was. You're cellphone was right on the coffee table and you thought about calling the police and telling them where you are and leaving the line on. But on the other hand, you could just run out the door and go look for help, but where would you go? You decide to try and do both, so you grab your phone and start dialing as you take a right to fly through the hallway of the house and got to the front door. Just as your hand grabbed the door knob, your hair was pulled and you went tumbling across the floor. You dropped your cellphone as you wince from the impact of the fall. Refusing to be below him, you crane your neck up towards him to see his dark almost pitch black eyes, he's angry, no he's beyond angry, he's pissed. You scramble to your feet just as he brings your head into a headlock. His arm restricting any movement from you. You step on his toes as he lets go of you with a hiss escaping his lips. You moved your feet until you were face to face with a vase that you took and smashed it on his head. Stumbling slightly he glares at you aggravated and his mind set on torture. He grabs you by the neck and holds you against the wall. "Had you just kept your fucking mouth shut we wouldn't have been here Lyla", he spews, anger laced in his tone. "I-I refuse to let myself offer m-my body over to you as some sort of sick sacrifice f-for you to do sick and twisted things for your bidding, I'm not your fucking slave and neither am I your f-fucking whore", you exclaim, your heart clenched and your fear heightened as his hand tightens its grip on your neck. "you should be so fucking grateful that I even have a fucking attraction to you, you're ugly and useless, I've had sluts better looking than you, that's a privilege, you could even say I'm obsessed", he says smug causing your irritation to rise and the bile in your throat threatening to leave your mouth. You purse your lips as a wet substance leaves your mouth and lands on his face. You smile smugly to the spit on his face as he wipes it down and glares at you. Your smile instantly disappears as he lifts you up and thrashed your body down right onto the glass table that shattered from the impact of your frail body. Pain, Broken and Weak, is what you were feeling as you felt certain shards of glass pierce your neck, back and legs as you look up to your abuser. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away, you couldn't hide away, you couldn't even surrender even if you would rather die than do that but your body felt absolute paralysis. "I'm about to do far worse than this and you fucking deserve it you bitch", he spits dragging you away towards the spare room the house had, that was basically his torture room specifically designed for you. "No please, Cesar No! I'm sorry, not again please I beg you!" You scream and yell, ignoring the aching in your muscles and bones as you try fighting out of his grip but he's too strong, he restrains you and lookes you dead in the eyes, his eyes reminding you of death." This is going to be fun isn't it Lyla", he says as you scream for help, tears in your eyes, pain being inflicted onto your fragile body, for anybody to hear you and relinquish you from your job to live. You suddenly jolt up from your retched dream, the memories that haunt your nightmares. A scream leaving your lips before you could contain it as you scrunch up and cradle yourself in a ball like position providing yourself comfort. A comfort you haven't had since your stepfather became your legalized guardian, he threatened that he would kill your grandmother had that parental title were to ever change. He never saw you as his daughter, not even human. He saw you as his personal plaything, one he can do absolutely anything to. Breaking out of your thoughts you realize that you are not in your room, the matte black walls lined with extra colors of a gloomy but elegant grey and specks of white. Across the room was a large window stretching almost 10 feet tall with Aluminum venetian blinds in the colour black, opening up to let in light.
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You quickly look around the room to locate who could have pressed the button to open up the blinds. No one was there, that freaked you out even more. You focus your attention on the silk sheets that are covering your body in satisfying waves. The comfort of the bed allowing your mind to focus in on the softness of the blankets on top of you and the comfortability of the mattress below you, relaxing your body from the tiresome events that happened. Who's room is this. You ask yourself, panicking as you start to remove yourself from the bed and moving towards the window. You look out the window to see the sun at its peak letting its rays warm you up, creating a soft glow on your skin that causes your melanated skin to glow. You open your eyes from the serenity you had just felt to look at your surroundings, you were in the middle of nowhere. No houses or cars anywhere except the one parked just outside. No other people around, you are alone, in the middle of nowhere with nobody to call, not to mention, you weren't even in your own clothes with your phone missing, and currently in a house with your possible kidnappers. Could life get any worse? You heard a knock with a slight cough that drew your attention to the figure at the door. Clearly male, based on his physique he is physically in good shape. His height you estimate about a little over 6 feet considering the fact that the last time you measured your height you were about 5 foot 5 inches and this man is more than a whole head taller than you. You estimate that you would be probably by his chest had he stepped closer for you to measure yourself, had he also not kidnapped you. "Who are you? Show yourself", you say confidently bluffing hoping he does not see right through you. Unfortunately he does when he slightly chuckles and starts moving towards your general direction causing you heart to quicken. "Don't try to act tough, it may get you killed", he says as he brings his mask down and takes off his cap and puts it on his bedside table. Your jaw drops, him of all people is the person whose house you're at. Your back firmly pressed against the glass window as the man steps forward stopping right in front of you, trapped between his arms. He scans your eyes as he sees mostly confusion sparking your eyes as you plan to ask millions of questions. What the hell happened, you ask yourself as you stare the man down. The attractive man before you with coffee brown eyes staring at you amusingly seeing your confusion. His raven black hair in thick curls as he runs a hand through it. His plump lips puckered attractively on his face. His strong and muscled arms holding you in place as you open your mouth to finally let words through. "Mr Osborne"?
