Violent times

The man

Z's pov
I was already crying when I was put in my room, but now, I fell on the floor sobbing. I screamed, wanting to pull my hair out of my head. I got up, and looked at my bed. Hell no, no way was I wearing that. But I had to. The pieces of lingerie, were black. They would actually be pretty if I wasn't being forced to wear them. It was a matching bra and underwear set, black lace connecting them at the stomach, see-through. It was beautiful, it had a flowing skirt at the bottom. I cried out as I slid it onto my body, my ribs on fire. I straightened my waist length hair, and put on a tiny amount of makeup. I actually looked good, but I didn't want to. My eyeliner was winged to perfection, and the dress/lingerie complemented much of my body, making my curves show off. I didn't want to show off for anybody, I wanted to hide under my bed in my pink onesie pajamas, and cuddle with my bear. I didn't want to be someone's toy anymore.
I went outside of my room, and held the railing as I was shaking, walking down the stairs. Damon was standing at the bottom, In a suite and tie, looking straight ahead. Even he looked scared, but he masked it well. I turned the corner, and stopped abruptly. Kayden and Jason were standing next to a man, who must have stood at 6'6. His dark hair and green eyes scared me. He was I credibly attractive, the sexiest man I had ever met. But I could already tell he was crazy. Was I being sold? Who is this man? He slowly walked up to me, and whispered "oh my god..." as he was looking up and down my body. He grabbed my chin, and I flinched, causing him to slap me. I stumbled backward, and turned to run, but he grabbed my hair, causing me to scream out in pain. He said calmly; "you'll learn little one, you'll learn." His voice sent painful shivers through my body, as he released my hair. He grabbed my hand, and I screamed "don't touch me!" Damon and Kayden both looked away when the man hit me, harder than I've ever been hit. "DONT FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU ARE MY PROPERTY, YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING I SAY, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!" I began crying, probably ruining my makeup. My shaking body was carried into a car, and he said "can I trust you to not run? I nodded, looking down. I wasn't going to run, at this point I just gave up. He opened the Lamborghini door, it swung up, he held his had out, and I took it. He kissed it, and eyed me as I sat down in the car. It was comfortable. He got into the car after shutting the door, he looked over to me, and said "this can either go two ways. You can be my wife, or my slave. Either way, you are my property. This can either go very well, or very badly." I quietly whispered, "can I speak sir?" "Yes Love." I looked down, and said "I will be your wife sir, under one condition." Suddenly he was grabbing my throat, and he screamed "YOU DONT GET ANY FUCKING CONDITIONS!" I flinched furiously. "Don't even fucking ask about your sister because they killed her last night," he said emotionlessly." Tears came to my eyes, and I tried to get out of the car, but he had it locked. I tried to find the lever you pull up on to unlock the door, but I could find on. My chest felt like it had just been crushed, causing me to wheeze. He let my throat go, and began driving. I knew I could either make this bad or good for myself. I decided to try to make it good. He said "my name is demitri, but you will call me sir, or master. Whichever you choose." I said "I'm very sorry that I tried to leave sir, I apologize deeply. But you must understand that my sister was just killed, I'm sorry that I lashed out, and I promise to not let it happen again if you will give me the chance. I also promise to become your wife. But..." "no buts." "Yes sir." He stopped for a stop light, and suddenly grabbed my chin, crashing his lips into mine. I shuddered, he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I didn't give. He lightly slapped my cheek, a warning. He growled when I still didn't respond, but stopped kissing me and looked ahead. When he started driving again, he looked away, and I wiped my mouth. He noticed. He put his hang on my upper thigh, and I just looked away. I found myself dozing off, and soon enough, I was passed out.
       "Slave, wake up. SLAVE!" I jumped awake, to see my master looking down at me with an angry face. Oh no. I said "I'm sorry sir..." he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me up, I whimpered, because that spot had already been bruised. I stood up, and stretched, before looking around me. I was in awe, as I stood before the most beautiful house I had ever seen. Mansion, not house. It was a cream color, with a garden and fountain in front of it, and a shorter man standing in front of the front door. He let my arm go, and pushed by back softly, easing me on. I took a step forward, then another. He said "slave, go look around. I want you back in the kitchen in 3 hours, to prepare to cook dinner. Cook enough for about 40 people. Understood?" "Yes sir." I walked the rest of the way to the front door, before it was opened for me, I heard "oh! Slave, your new dress is awaiting for you in your bedroom. Your bedroom is on the second floor next to mine. Mine has a black door, says do not enter, it's is the furthest door to the left, closest to the wall." "Yes sir, thank you sir." I entered the house, giving the doorman a small thank you. I was once again astonished, the house was incredible. I climbed the stairs, they had a black velvet carpet running down the middle. I sighed when I saw his door, and mine next to it. My door was a pretty, light pink color. I opened the door, it didn't squeak. My jaw dropped.
My new bedroom was a beautiful ballet pink, with a white king sized bed in the middle of the room, which had 3 stairs leading up to the bed, and a balcony, looking out onto the ocean. The windows on the balcony were from floor to ceiling. Where are we? There is no ocean in Michigan... the ocean was beautiful, green and teal, fading into deep blue. Now I know where the 'deep blue sea' comes from. I decided I wanted to make the best of this experience, and hopefully not get punished as much. If I could, I would stay in this room forever. I walked back over to my bed, and noticed an amazing one strapped white dress, that would go down to my ankles. It had a body-con feel, and had sparkles at the middle where the two pieces of fabric met that would cover my breasts. I looked in the Drawers of the dresser, and was amazed yet again. There were thongs, under where, bras and beautiful lingerie. I already knew he was going to make me his sex slave, but I might as well enjoy myself if I can't get out of this. There were two other doors, in my bedroom, one to the bathroom and the other to a walk in closet, which was the size of my room back at my brothers. It was already filled with everything I would ever need. I had already wasted a half an hour. I decided to shower, and it was the best shower I had ever taken. I stayed in for a half hour, washing my hair with strawberry smelling shampoo and conditioner. My blond hair was almost to my butt. I shaved, and stepped out. I put a new thong, and bra set on, and then I put on the dress that was laid out for me. It fit perfectly. I blew my hair dry, and straightened it. I wandered into the kitchen, humming to myself. I decided to make a bunch of fettuccini Alfredo, which took one hour. While it was cooking,I heard footsteps, and master walked into the room. He suddenly pushed me up against the wall, and grabbed my boob. I whimpered, earning me a slap. I looked down in shame. He lifted my chin with his finger, and pulled me into a hug. I was confused by his action, but hugged him back. He said "please, I don't want to have to rape you, please make it so you want it." I nodded, but he slapped me. "I also don't wanna hit you, but if you disobey any rules, I will beat the shit out of you. Understood?" "Yes sir." "Good girl, now go finish dinner, and then come to my room." I nodded, quickly Correcting myself when he raised his hand to slap me. "Im sorry, yes sir. It won't happen again." He smiled, And said, "good." I finished about 30 minutes later, and everyone poured in, and began eating. I went up to masters room, and softly knocked on the door. He said deeply, "come in" his room was black as well , but what scared me was that his bed was blood red, and he had a cabinet identical to kaydens. Torture tools. I began shaking when he motioned me over to him. He said "zerenah, take off your dress." I shook my head, not saying anything. He got off his bed rather quickly, and had me pinned against the door before I knew it. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, causing me to cry out. He still had my hair, and opened the door.
He shoved me down two steps, making me almost fall. My scalp was on fire, but I didn't dare fight back. He led me to the kitchen, and his friends looked at me. I had tears running down my cheeks, but they all snickered at me. Kayden came out of the middle of the group, and I screamed, and tried to run, forgetting all about his hold on my hair. I screamed as my head hurt worse. I yelled "HOW COULD YOU? How could you kill your own sister..." my words trailed off in the end when the other three also emerged from the crowd. My shaking got worse, when demitri said lowly, "take her down stairs." He let my hair go and shoved me, I fell on my knees in front of Damon, quickly getting up before he got any ideas. Too late. He looked at master with pleasing eyes, and he looked at me, and back at Damon, and nodded. He said "wait till I get down there." Damon nodded, and grabbed my hair, just how master had. I swung around, and punched Damon in the dick as hard as I could. He yelled "demitri!!" And dropped to his knees. Demitri looked at me, and my heart almost stopped, no one had ever looked at me with so much hate, and lust. He grabbed my arm, and dragged me throughout the house, till we reached a door. He opened the door, that had cement stairs. The door was Matte black steel, it looked soundproof. He took me down the stairs, but no one followed. They shut the door behind master and I, and my dear only got worse with every step we took. He said, "every scream equals 3 more cuts. I nodded, but was rammed into the cement wall, knocking the wind out of me. I tried to say sorry, but I couldn't speak. He punched my stomach, sending an ear splitting scream through the room. I shook with fear as I regained my breath. He walked me over to an old twin sized mattress, and threw me down. The bed squeaked, and I knew what he had done to people on this bed. I cried as he ripped off the dress, exposing my c size breasts, since he ripped the bra off with the dress. I tried to cover my body, but he grabbed my hands, and handcuffed them to the the bar on the bed, which already hand handcuffs on it. He got off me, and tied my ankles down, before ripping my underwear off my body. He touched me, and put a finger inside me, pain radiating through my lower region. He unzipped his pants, I hated the sound of the zipper. He began jacking off, and about 5 minutes later, he came on my stomach, I was disgusted. He walked back up stairs, leaving me alone and naked in the dark.