Elisa
"You are home." My steps faltered when I saw him standing, smoking a cigar. Those damn things could be the death of the both of us, I hate the smell of them.
"How was your shoot?" He calmly asked me as he took a puff of his cigar. "Well I was abl-" he calmly put his hand up, as I placed my purse down on the sofa. "I know what happened, the pictures have been all over the Internet. I now know I have a whore sleeping in the same bed as me." I stopped myself from responding. I covered my mouth as my throat stung.
"Adne I'm not a whore. I was just doing those pictures for the-" he cut me off again. "Money? After all whores do that anyway." "Stop cutting me off." I took off my heels and gently placed them on my side of the closet. When I did I could feel his hot breath fill the small area from which I was in. "Stop being a whore." He growled behind me.
You would think I would try to hide my fear, but I couldn't. My hands started to shake as I could feel my body going limp. The beast was about to explode. And I would be caught in the cross fire.
I kept my body facing my clothes, not wanting to face him. "Adne, I was modeling. My job. Something I like to do." My voice began to strain at the last of my words. Please just leave me...please don't touch me....please. I continued to beg in my mind that he wouldn't touch me or hurt me mentally anymore then he already has.
"Face me." The beast spoke to me as closed my eyes tightly, I faced him. My eyes weren't open, no I was too afraid. "Open your eyes Elisa." I wouldn't do it, if I did I would break from the fear of him.
"Damn't Elisa! Open your damn eyes!" Before I could, I felt the back of my head hit the shelve behind me. He had his hands on my throat, choking me to the point I couldn't speak. My eyes were open. And I could feel the air around me decreasing by every second my feet were off the ground.
"There we go." I could see the smirk on his face as I choked out for him to please stop. But instead he threw me to the ground. My side hit the hard floor, causing me to gasp for air.
"Get up you whore!" He yelled down at me as I tried to stand. I couldn't balance myself up, I was still trying to recover from my head hitting the shelf. Adne could see my struggle, so he grab me by the hips and started to drag me to the bed.
I kicked and screamed as he held me against his body. I put up the best fight I could, but he was too strong for me.
He ended up throwing me on the bed. "Stop, Adne!" I screamed as tears began to stream down my face. "This isn't you! Please..." I cried, but my crying didn't stop him. I felt a sharp burning sensation on my cheek as I struggled to push him off.
Adne continued to insult me as he held my arms above my head. "You think showing your tits to the world makes you look good!?" His hot breath continued to go over me, while I laid helpless underneath him. "P-please stop.." I cried and cried, but he wouldn't move. His grip on my wrists started to increase as I winced in pain. The pain was almost too much to handle as hot tears streamed down my face. Making me weak. I was weak. I never tried to stand up for myself. I would just let him insult me and abuse me.
My eyes went wide when I felt his hand between my legs. "You're a fucking whore! Time you're treated like one!" No please, no...please don't Adne. My went blank when I heard my dress ripping. "Stop!" I screamed as I tried to kick him. "Don't do this! Please!" Between words I would cough. Tears would continue to travel from my eyes to my neck.
He muffled my words by covering my mouth. I couldn't stop crying, not even if my life depended on it. You are a whore...you knew better... A voice continued to plague my mind as I my muffled screams subsided, and I was bare to Adne.
I could feel the last of my dignity and pride being ripped away from me as he entered me. "This is what you've done to your self." He grinned out the words with gritted teeth next to my ear. My eyes started to fade from happiness to disappointment. I was a disappointment. I simple girl who was to be born a boy. My mother always told me that my father thought I would be a boy. But when fate changed, my father sent me away at the age of four to a boarding school for girls. Every day that went through my head. To others I would seem selfish. I have the looks, the money, the fame, the house, the car, the clothes, everything and anything any standard person could want, I had.
I hate those words, 'I had'. What didn't I have? Happiness. I wore a fake smile everyday, and just continued to hide from the truth. I need out of here. I need to leave. Tonight.
Once I felt Adne cum, he roared a string of curses. I never was able to enjoy the pleasure of a climax. Because every time he would f*ck me.....It was painful, I never felt any love. Just hurt.
Maybe I deserve the hurt. But I didn't want it. I would find a way out of here tonight. Soon.
"Don't forget, tonight there is a ball we must attend at the country club." Ande was already up and puting his suit back on. "Be ready by 7:30." And with that said he left me. Like nothing bad happened. He thinks he made love to me but he didn't. He is just fucking the life right out of me until I become nothing.
___Jackson
"What the fuck are you doing?" I cursed out my two best men in front of me. I heard screams coming from inside the master bedroom and it was my responsibility to make sure Elisa was safe.
"Sorry, but Adne is just doing what a man does." Those words from Aldo made me cringe. "Why is she screaming then." I looked towards him angered by his words as the two laughed. "Maybe she's cumming." Aldo continued to chuckle as I heard more screams come from inside the room. "Just wait till we can hear that pussy pop." Dean, the other one out of the two exclaimed, Excited to here the sounds of pleasure when he can just go online and watch some damn porno.
"Shut the fuck up both of you." I hissed through gritted teeth as I headed towards the door. The nerve of those bastards. "Sorry big guy, orders by Adne. No one is allowed in. Now go Jackson. You'll end up getting is all in trouble." I shook my head, hoping that Elisa was okay. Maybe she is... I spoke calmly too myself as I walked down the stairs away from the hallway, and towards the front door.
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Saved By A King (under reconstruction)
RomanceElisa Anastasia Muller, was given away to one of her fathers associates at the age of 17. When she arrived to his home in Germany she thought it would be the most amazing experience of her life. Free living, handsome fiancé, possible children in the...