Amissis Imperium

My Lux

"You look gorgeous, my little bird," Evan spoke, placing his hand on my cheek. I did my best to not give him a reaction and instead kept my entire body still.

I stared in front of me, knowing that I was under a tremendous amount of stress -- if I didn't get the gun from the potted plant in the corner of the room that we were going to, then I would have failed Vincent.

Therefore, I needed to at least reach that room and play nice with Evan...no matter how much I despised everything about him.

"Thank you," I spoke with a thin smile on my face.

The smiles were easy to fake – I had been in the lawyer business enough to know just how to perfect my 'go fuck yourself' smile to others. I wanted to use it as my secret weapon against Evan...I wanted him to think that I was actually happy here with him.

This way it would be easier to gain some sliver of trust from him.

He looked at me, mild suspicion resting in his eyes.

I went to take a step, but had to grab something to the side of me to keep myself standing. My body was still incredibly sore from the hard fucking that Evan did – he didn't even wait until I was wet. He didn't care that my body was ready to take him, and he rammed repeatedly inside of me again and again...

Again -- he wanted me to hurt when he raped me.

Aside from the time that I willingly had sex with him, all the other times had been forced and painful.

I let out a shuddering breath, begging my mind to not break down for five seconds and get over the trauma that I had just suffered. It was...easier said than done. There was no greater need than to speak to a therapist than there was right now.

"Are you sore, Nat?" Evan called, taking one of my hands in his.

A gentle smile was on his face.

I stared up at him, withholding the glare that I wanted to send towards him. The sick fuck was finding satisfaction in the fact that he was the cause of my suffering. I wished that he would just drop dead once and for all.

"I could have been gentle, but with you..." Evan continued to smile.

It would have sent shivers down my spine if I had enough energy to form any.

"I lose control of myself," he raised my hand up and it touched his lips. He kissed it lightly – as though if he put too much pressure down on it then it would instantly shatter.

I remained silent – silent, but tense.

I wanted nothing more than to pull away and still forced myself to stay rooted in my spot.

"Yes, I'm sore..." I muttered, and he helped me stand up fully.

He looked down at me -- he was staring into my eyes while I glanced away slowly. I wasn't able to keep looking into that face of his for very long without angry, hot tears forming in my eyes.

"I'm taking you to the VIP room of the compound today..." He let go of my hand as he turned around. He looked at the steel door before turning his head towards me. "I want to treat you to a nice dinner. I know that you've had a rough time being here so far."

Rough time...?

"Thank you," I spoke without any sincere feeling behind it.

He offered his hand out for me to take, and I breathed in deeply, preparing myself to move. I took a step, feeling the sharp pain that resonated from my lower region. Letting out a small hiss, I couldn't find it in myself to take another step.