His Prisoner 21+

14

Emaan winced in pain, her hand recoiling, yet Arzal's expression remained unmoved. His emotionless gaze held steady, registering her slap as a mere tap, but within him, it echoed like a brutal strike on something profound.

"I'm no one's fiancée. And I hate you." She swiftly took off the ring from her finger, tossing it defiantly toward Arzal, who clenched his jaw as the ring made its contact with his face before bouncing on the floor. His gaze followed the ring's journey until it finally settled on the floor.

His gaze, brimming with intense fury, landed on Emaan who met his eyes with a façade of courage. Yet beneath that façade, a sinking feeling betrayed her inner awareness of an impending doom,

"I'm leav-

Her words died in her mouth as the impact of a brutal slap sent her crashing to the floor, her face meeting the harsh surface. The intensity of the blow almost plunged her into unconsciousness, leaving her dazed and reeling.

Arzal seized her hair and drew Emaan's face near his, who was whimpering with her eyes shut tightly.

"You fucking whore!" He hissed at her.

"Watch what I do with you. You'll never forget it."

He pushed her harshly and stood up, making his way out of the dining hall.

Emaan's breaths were uneven, realizing the urgency to escape before his return. Leaning on the floor for support, she attempted to rise, only to crumple again, overwhelmed by an intense surge of pain in her anus and pelvic region.

She cried out in agony and tried to crawl her way out.

"Where are you going, Jaana?"

Upon catching sight of him, she desperately tried to inch backward, yet Arzal ruthlessly stepped on her hand, eliciting a sharp scream of pain.

He withdrew from her hand bent down, crouching over her.

Emaan clutched her bruised hand to her chest, sobbing loudly.

Engrossed in crying, she didn't realize when he removed the cap from the elevated, substance-filled syringe, pressing his thumb on the plunger rod to expel any air bubbles.

With his left hand, he clutched her hair, pressing her body down on the floor.

A wave of pure terror surged through her, at the sight of the injection in his hand. Her feet instinctively kicked in fear, but Arzal hovered over her, putting his weight on her to restrain her movements.

"Please no."

"Stop moving!" He moved the injection near her neck.

"Lag jayega." (You'll get hurt.)

She turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly, crying bitterly.

Emaan screamed in pain as she felt a pinch on her neck.

"Shh..it's done."

She could feel her head heavy, dizziness enveloped her as her vision turned blurry.

"Have a good sleep, my angel. Because after this, you won't be getting any."

آاااااااااآااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااآاااااآآاآآاآآآاآااااااااآآآآآاآاآاااآااآااآاآاآاآااآااااااااا

Emaan gradually opened her eyes, welcomed by the soft glow of dimly red lights around her, the only source of lights in the dark room. Attempting to shift, she found herself immobilized by the tight constraints of the ropes.

Memories of what happened return, pumping her with conflict and fear. She doesn't know how much time has passed, or how how many hours have passed.

She lowered her head and found her naked body bound in an X frame as it laid on the soft mattress, helpless and vulnerable.

Mature content ahead. (Ink)

Grabbing a leather belt, he made his way towards her. "Ready for your punishment, Jaana?" A wicked smile was plastered on his lips.