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DIARIES PAGE 2

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[page one : part two]

"And if you want more than you need, sell yourself to the devil. The devil sells himself too."

Dimitri knew from the very start that his body was made to be used. Back in his origin, he was passed by aristocrats for sexual purposes. Thus, he doesn't feel any pain but only disgust for himself every time he does it. Up until this time, when he's already freed from the chains of the past, he still finds himself clinging to the thing that breaks him. Even if the leash of the past releases him, he can't find a way to run from the place he was made.

Being the top-rated prostitute in the agency, he has taken pride in himself. He gained it and eventually lost parts of himself in the process. Sure, it does pay a very decent price. A million is just the minimum, but some requests do take a part of his soul. Some customers result in violent and some physical violations. It's part of the job he needs to accomplish. But some are just on the other level. There are some of them who forced them to take illegal drugs that can make them possess a certain trait that the client wants. It is dangerous and lingers in the body for a week. This job is not for someone who has a soul. Not only the body but also the also the mind are taken away in exchange for money. Once you enter this kind of system, you've already sold yourself to the devil.

This is one of the nights he doubts himself sometimes. The woman has made him take some kind of pill that he's not aware of. Not that he doesn't know what it is; he's just worried about how it will affect his performance and its aftereffects.

"Crawl to bed, you whiny fuck." With his hazy mind, his ragged breathing, and the unexplainable body heat in his body that wants to come out, he tried to stand up and drag himself to bed as Vivianne commands. The drug has definitely affected him, knowing that it has taken half of his force and heightened his senses. The raging heat all over his body, his hardening length that wanted to be taken care of, and the tingling pain from the slaps on his face are occupying his mind. He wanted to be touched and released, even if it meant begging for it, using him, or violating him of some sort. He needs it the most.


Vivienne stares at the man on the bed. He removes the tie on his hand that leaves a bruise on the man's wrist. She's loving how the man looks under him. Bruised, needy, whiny, and begging to be used. His neck with a bunch of red marks from biting and kissing, his reddened angelic face, and his chest rising and falling as he catch his breath are a masterpiece that no one can replicate. She's now convinced that he's the top-rated prostitute on the agency. She purchases something that is so valuable.


Vivianne removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere. She has a better plan for the man that she'll truly enjoy. She reached for the necktie that she removed earlier from his hands and placed it on his eyes. She blindfolded the man with his tie, as she wanted her to figure out everything she'd be doing.

She positioned himself on top of Dimitri, who's now lying defenseless on the bed. She wanted to test if the drug was effective, and she placed her hand on his chest, slowly going down to his clothed c()ck that had been leaking even with her slightest touch.

"Uhnng~" groaning, Dimitri lifted his hips as he feels how the woman rub his hand on top of his hardened c()ck. He wanted more, he wants her to touch him more. When his hand wanted to reach Vivienne to touch him more, he gained a painful slap from the woman above him. "Who told you that a fuck toy can move, huh? You're not clearly aware of your place? You can't fucking move until I say so!" Vivianne reminded him as she rubs his hand against his length and tease him.

"Please, ahh~ Mistress I-I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Forgive me, please f-fuck uhmm," as he grabs the sheets, Dimitri pleaded between his moans. He can feel the woman remove the last clothing and exposed himself under Vivienne. Her hands are teasing his leaking c()ck with her hand on his neck, squeezing it tight. Watching him aroused and panting from being choked with his blindfolded face makes her wet in the way that he wanted the man to cry as he begs him.