Ravished & Ravenous (#2 Billionaire's Burden)

Part 27

Okay hey Angels.

Second update of this week? Waittt It was a double update week so here comes the new chapter of you all. It's totally upto you all whether you want to vote or comment or nottt. But haa enjoy the chapter okayyy 😌

Okay chocolate or Pani Puri?

Pav bhaji or Vada pav?

Would you rather wear jeans all life or won't wear jeans at all?

DON'T FORGET TO READ THE SPICY PROMO AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.

Didn't give any trigger warning in the Last chapter but I am giving it now, few readers of mine were triggered by the content in the last chapter so if you are triggered by sexual assault or attempt to r**e content kindly skip this chapter.

Rafe has gone, and I am trying to do something, I need to get out of here, I won't let him hurt me.

He opened my wrist, but my legs were still chained, it was pitch dark again, but when he was there, I spotted a broken glass a little away from me.

I need that, I'll slash him if he comes back again. I have to do this for myself.

Laying down on the dusty surface, dragging myself to the way, stretching my body and hands, the ache in my legs intensified; I am sure the skin of my ankles is now heavily bruised and bleeding.

Just a little more, Shravani. I can do it.

I tried again, getting hold of the broken glass, I grabbed it and sat up once more, huffing loudly. I drank the water which that bastard left for me and wiped the tears.

A few hours later, the door opened again, which made me alert. I have already hidden the broken glass in my jeans pocket.

"Hey there my little masterpiece.", I shuddered in disgust, I hate the name and how he looked at me.

I breathed out, preparing myself. He walked to me and got on his knees, his fingers trailing on my ankles, my skin was bleeding from there; he was spreading the blood on my skin before he looked at me, sucking his bloodied fingers, scaring the daylight out of me.

He is a psycho, not the good type of fictional psycho we read in books, it's worse, the negative, the downright scary one.

The motherfucker just licked my blood.

"Please let me g---" he placed his index finger on my lips. "Shh, not a word, I am in a good mood, don't ruin it." I stopped as I gulped and noticed him opening my ankles.

I hissed, biting on my lips hard to not cry out loud due to the pain which tenfolds as soon as my ankles were opened.

"Stand up." when I didn't, he held me by my arm and hauled me up, I cried out again due to the pain, his hold and my ankles, both of them were hell.

"Take off your shirt." My eyes widened and I started trembling.

"Please I beg you, don't do this." I tried again.

"I said TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT." I flinched at my place, tears rolling down my cheeks, but I still didn't.

"I want to handle you delicately, Shravani. But you are stubborn, too fucking stubborn and your denial is making me harder." he walked up to me, not giving me a chance to escape as he spun me around, pinning me against the wall, my jaw, and cheek slamming against the hard and rough surface of the wall too hard that I cry out again.