His Prisoner 21+

9

Arzal awoke to the sound of cries and whimpers echoing around him. He didn't have to look to know who is crying.

Glancing at his phone, he read the time; 9:08am.
He quietly uttered a string of curses under his breath.
He's used to waking up early, no matter what time he falls asleep.

It was, without a doubt, the most tranquil sleep he had experienced in a decade.

He stepped down from the bed and reached Emaan, who pushed herself more to the door.

"D-don't..don't..come closer.."

He crouched over her and just stared at her with blank eyes.

Her legs and arms were visible through the thin sheet she had wrapped around herself. There were a few tiny blood spots on the sheet.

She squealed and tried to crawl away when he caressed her bare legs.

Even in a disheveled state, she was looking like a goddess to him.

"Why are you crying, baby?" She cowered and shut her eyes when he raised his hand.

She slowly opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her hair, stroking it.

"Hmm? Tell me." He asked her in a sugary tone.

"I-I can't find my clothes..I want to go home."

"Aur.dard horaha hai." (and. it's paining..) Her voice broke at the end as she started to sob.

Her whole body was aching badly, she felt as if somebody had split her in two. He was too big for her young tiny body.

"Tch tch.. itni sari problems ek saath." (So many problems at once.)

"But you know what can fix all these problems at once?"

"W.what?" She looked at him innocently with tears in her eyes.

"Mera lund."

She immediately started crying loudly.

"What?"

"No.,you're bad..you're very bad.,you gave me pain.."

He picked her up in his arms and took her to the bathroom.

He sat her on the vanity, discarded the sheet from her and went to fill up the tub.

Emaan instantly closed her legs tightly and covered her boobs with her small hands.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize when he came and picked her up.

"Mujhe nahi nahana..mujhe ghar jana hai." (I don't want to take bath..I want to go home.)

"Please.?" She pleaded him.

He took some shower gel in his hand and was applying it all over her body, caressing her softness.

"But you said you'll drop me today." She leaned her back more on his chest to escape his hands from touching her.

"I never said what time. Plus it's Saturday, no school. Chill karo mere saath." (Have fun with me.)
"Noo please no."

"Chut ki bhi virginity lelun?" He asked caressing her cunt.

"No please.."

"Why not?"

"Only my husband can do that."
He rolled his eyes.

"I told you right, I'll marry you when you turn eighteen."

"But I don't want to marry you."

His anger rose hearing rejection from her. He gripped her hair and aligned his face with her.

"And who do you think will marry YOU? You're used goods. Do you the meaning of used goods? Pretty sure your dumb self doesn't know the meaning of it."

"I've touched you, kissed you. I took your anal virginity last night." He pressed his finger on her arsehole, making her cry in pain.

"Kon karega teri jaisi se shaadi? Shayad do teen din baad, me teri chut bhi maardun."

Emaan was shaking and sobbing listening to his hurtful words.

"Icliye ab tu mere saath hi reh. And I've told you right that you're my girlfriend. Girlfriend marries her boyfriend only." He placed a kiss on her temple.

"I'm not like that." Tears were streaming down her face.

He embraced her. "Jaana, you are the most purest girl for me. And that will never change."

"Last night was the best night ever. I can't wait to take you again." Her body shuddered badly.

He wrapped a towel around her and took her in the room.

Placing her on the bed, he hovered over her.
"You're so beautiful, Jaana. All mine."

He squeezed her breasts. "My marks looks perfect on you."

Her whole body was covered in hickeys.

He took her lips into a rough dominating kiss.

She whimpered. Her body didn't have energy to take him or protest him.

Breaking the kiss, Arzal opened the box placed on the bed near him. He ordered earlier to one of the servants to bring it along with breakfast.
It was a shalwar kameez, simple yet elegant.
He dressed her up in it, all the while kissing and caressing each and every inch of her body and rubbing his body on hers.

He went to the closet and wore a sweatpants. Instead of going to office, he chose to spend all his day with his Jaana.

Taking her in his lap, he grabbed the breakfast tray from the side table.

"Your favorite breakfast." He fed her and himself.

"No more." She turned her head away.

"Now can I go home, please?"

"Itni jaldi mein kyun hai? Bola haina aj hi ghar chorunga?"

"Because mujhe apke nahi rukna yahan. Ap gandey ho, bohat burey ho ap." She broke down into sobs.

"Aur tu apni saari zindagi issi admi ke saath guzaaregi." Anger could be heard in his voice. He was controlling himself so he doesn't hurt her.

"So stop crying." He wiped her tears and hugged her.

His head was buried in her neck, just inhaling her scent.