His Sinful Revenge

10. whore

He wants to teach both in his own way.

Emilin was sitting on a sofa like a king; his aura always made people feel afraid and dangerous.

He was smoking, and Shira's presence made him raise his face.

“I was smoking when she came down with the maid. When I saw her, she was smiling; she looked so beautiful, like the moon when she smiled.”

But I wondered what made her smile when she saw me. She stopped smiling, fear appearing on her face, and lowered her gaze.

“Come here,” Emilin asked her in his deep tone.

Shira clutched the maid's shoulder and stood behind her, Emilin's eyes landing on the young girl, urging her to leave the place.

The girl obeyed and exited, leaving Shira alone, trembling.

He said again, “Come here. I don’t want to repeat myself twice.” His furious eyes and dangerous tone made her flinch back.

Yet, her legs moved automatically closer to Emilin.

“Sit down.”

Shira's heart raced as she faced Emilin, the tension in the room palpable. She felt a mix of fear and defiance swirling inside her.

“Sign the papers,” he glanced at the papers on the table.

Shira was confused about what papers and why he was telling her to sign them. Emilin understood her confused look.

“You are becoming my whore until I am bored of you.”

Shira burst out in tears when he called her a whore, and at the same time, she wanted to kill him with her own hands.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emilin leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “Because you need to understand your place, Shira. This is not a game.”

“No,” she replied, her voice stronger now. “I won’t let you dictate who I am. I refuse to be a pawn in your twisted game.”

Emilin smirked, clearly amused by her resistance. “We’ll see about that.”

The air crackled with tension as Shira braced herself for whatever was to come, determined not to back down.

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.

She felt a mix of fear and anger surging within her, battling for dominance.

“Do you really think I would ever agree to this?” she shot back, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Emilin raised an eyebrow, surprised by her defiance. “You think you have a choice here?”

“Yes, I do! I may be scared, but I won’t let you control me. I am not your whore, and I won’t be anyone’s plaything.”

His expression darkened, but Shira stood her ground, her heart racing. She was determined to fight for her dignity and freedom, no matter the cost.

“You may have power, but you will never have my respect or my submission.”

Emilin leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips, as if her defiance amused him.

“You’ll learn soon enough that resistance is futile, Shira. I always get what I want.”

But Shira refused to back down. “I won’t become a pawn in your twisted game. I have my own dreams, my own life, and I won’t let you take that away from me.”

As the confrontation escalated, Shira realized that this was not just a battle for her dignity, but a fight for her freedom.

With every word exchanged, she felt her resolve strengthen, igniting a fire within her that refused to be extinguished.

“Consider this your final warning, Emilin,” she said, her voice unwavering.

“You may think you hold all the cards, but I will not be your prisoner.

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Emilin sat in the chair, staring blankly at the wall. His calmness felt almost eerie, and his friend recognized the signs. It was the calm before the storm.

He couldn’t shake off the memory of what had transpired just a few hours earlier.

“I’ve made it clear,” he had said, “that one wrong decision has put you in a dangerous situation.”

“Don’t forget, your father is in my hands,” he added, locking eyes with her.

“No,” she shot back, standing up from the sofa.

“You have no authority over us, I am not your property; that is unlawful,” she asserted, her voice rising with determination.

“A smirk appeared on Emilin's lips.”

“Leave us, just leave us, you son of a bitch!”

She took the vase from the table and threw it to the floor, shattering it into pieces.

She lost her senses, and her anger reached a point where she didn’t know who she was standing in front of or where she was.

Everyone was shocked by her actions, watching her and wondering what would happen next; she was facing a dangerous person, not just dangerous, but an extremely dangerous one.

A strong scream escaped her mouth as she felt pain in her back.

She hit the pillow behind her, and strong arms held her tightly. She recalled the situation: a pair of red, furious eyes watching her, his jaw clenched.

She couldn’t breathe; her entire body was in agony, and Emilin held her hair too tightly.

Her blue eyes locked onto his, and she found only anger reflected back at her.

He didn’t take a second to consider her; his grip was stronger as he tilted her head back.

“Leave me, let me go!”

His grip tightened, stronger than before, and she cried out in pain; without his hold, she would have collapsed onto the floor.

“Please, you’re hurting me,” Shira pleaded through her tears.

"Emilin leaned closer, " his voice a low whisper against her lips.

“You are always disrespecting me, Shira."
It makes me feel like I am incapable of anything.

Don’t force me to treat you like the others.
"You are not just my whore; you are so much more than that."

"And don’t think you’re strong." If you raise your voice at me, I know exactly how to silence you.

"You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“I don’t want you to sign anything anymore,”
he continued, his tone darkening.

“That means I’m not letting you go, Pray for yourself and save your tears for later.”