The head lady introduces herself as sarah, I don't reply or respond. She starts to clean me up, run me a bath and wash my hair. Although all of these things feel refreshing I can't seem to feel them except for my heart beat that has been high since i met Niko.
The ladies make me clean in every way possible but i feel dirty. Dirty to the core. She dresses me too in a plain white gown that holds my waist in a tight belt having a satin bow to the side. The dress has full sleeves made of lace and adorned with pearls with matching flat shoes, at least it doesn't have any heel that way i wouldn't trip and fall.
She makes me stand in front of the mirror as I see myself after more than a year. My gaze roams over the entire length of the mirror.
I'm staring at a stranger. Stranger. It's not me I'm looking at, I have lost weight visibly. My naturally wavy hair is long and wild. My skin has lost its glow. My eyes. My eyes are not focused they see through me. it feels as if I can stare at the terror of my soul.
My eyes fill with tears for the girl I was once. Also for the girl I'm now. I shake my head intensely to snap out of it. That's when I take my surroundings into notice. I see they have left me alone all by myself. My brain works faster asking me to run. This may be the only chance I get to escape from this torment.
As I walk I see my gown is long and doesn't adhere to the plan. I slowly remove the ribbon at my waist remembering how sarah tied it separately after i wore the top dress that stops at my knees. I slowly put it to the side and move towards the door and open it
Click
It's open and there is no one outside. I quickly run straight purely on my instinct not knowing where to go. I find two large wooden doors and I slowly open one hoping it doesn't make noise .
The room is huge and a table sits in the centre and there is a man standing behind it. A tall and strong man. He is turned towards the wall behind as his hands are to his side placed on the table. There is a big mirror to his side. As i look closer there is a figure of a woman kneeling in front of him. As i hear the sloppy sounds echoing through the whole room, my heart starts to beat faster for a whole different reason.
Red creeps my face and neck as I stare at them as she makes these sounds and moans. I want to turn away but I can't. I keep staring at them. The man is in a plain white shirt, the sleeves are perfectly rolled till elbows as his muscles and veins stretch in his arms. A bit of a tattoo is peeking from the underside of his arm. He has thick black hair that is styled to the back . I don't think he senses me or sees me. If he senses he doesn't show it. My cheeks start heating as his back muscles flex and he drags his hand to the girl's hair that is blonde and starts fucking her throat.
I stumble back at the sounds turning heavier and close the door I take a minute to catch my breath. Before I feel crushing pain on my skull as if somebody's ripping them. That somebody is niko.
He holds my hair with a tight clasp and drags me to the room from where I just escaped.
He pushes me inside and throws me on the couch. He marches towards me as terror grips me. He removes his belt and holds it in his hands infront of me and I can imagine my fate. I know what he is going to do to me.
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Depraved
Romance[This story contains mature content (+18)] He is the demon to her hell that she needs to escape. Captor of her cage, that she wants to break free. She is the blood in his veins that he wants to bleed. The obsession of his desires that he lives to ru...
