FUCKED.

5

I woke up feeling the warmth of someone's embrace and the gentle sensation of kisses on my neck. Startled, I tried to piece together the events from the previous night. As I turned slightly, I saw that I was smiling. He noticed and playfully asked, "Why are you smiling?"

"Did you bring me to your home?" I inquired, trying to understand the situation better. He nodded, seemingly oblivious to my subtle hint.

"You drove here—" I began, but before I could finish, he kissed me. His kisses were tender and affectionate, making me feel a mix of emotions. He showered me with kisses from my neck down to my toes, and I couldn't help but moan softly, enjoying every moment.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It was worth it," he said in his charming Arabian accent. His accent was endearing, and I responded, "I love your accent," mimicking him playfully. He burst into laughter at my attempt, which made me smile.

"I have to go; my first class starts exactly six in the evening," he said, showing me the time. It was already three in the afternoon, and I realized I had missed several classes. Panic set in, but his soothing kisses helped me calm down.

"Why didn't you wake me up, Mr. Kassif?" I pouted, playfully smacking him.

"Iris, the name is Iris," he corrected me with a warm smile and a kiss before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I followed him, dressed in just my lace bra and thong, taking in the modern but somewhat lonely feel of his home. A portrait of Iris with his family caught my eye. The picture showed a loving moment, which was both touching and a bit unsettling.

Suddenly, I felt a playful slap on my rear, and I turned to him, saying, "That really hurt, Iris."

"Breakfast is served," he said, and I began eating while he watched. He hadn't touched his meal yet, so I fed him, and he kept stealing kisses between bites. After breakfast, he showed me around his home, and we spent time together in various rooms. Eventually, we rested comfortably, and I changed into some of his comfy clothes.

I woke up around ten in the evening and found him watching a movie. He greeted me with a kiss and carried me bridal style to the couch.

"Just so we're clear," I said, "there is no relationship between us. This," I gestured between us, "just happened. I'm not looking for anything serious."

His expression hardened, and I could see that he was upset. To change the subject, I leaned in to kiss him, but he bit my lip a bit too hard, causing me to wince.

"Where's the pizza? I don't see it," I asked, looking around.

"Let's play some jokes first," he suggested with a grin. He asked for my best three "yo mama" jokes, and I complied. When he laughed at my final joke, I ran to the kitchen to get the pizza. He followed me, holding my stomach from behind, which felt oddly comforting.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asked.

"Can I call my friends to let them know I'm okay?" I inquired.

He shook his head. "No, you're mine."

His tone startled me, and I took a step back. He quickly apologized, carried me to a blanket, and we cuddled while watching the movie.

In the middle of the film, someone knocked on his door. He answered it, leaving me alone. When he returned, his demeanor was unsettling. He seemed angry and confrontational about someone claiming what he considered "his."

"Iris, who was at the door?" I asked, backing away as he advanced.

"I don't like it when people claim what's mine, Chloe," he said, his voice harsh and threatening.

Confused and scared, I tried to reason with him. He took me to a dark room, where he tied me up and blindfolded me. I was frightened and in pain as he used candles, and despite my pleas for him to explain what was happening, he continued his aggressive behavior.

"You are mine," he roared, making me flinch. He carved his name on my back, which was both painful and distressing. He continued with actions that left me in agony.

After a while, he untied me and removed the blindfold. I was too scared to open my eyes, but he insisted. When I refused, he slapped me and forced me to take a cork in my mouth, leaving me gasping for air.

He warned me never to see Travis again and took me back to his bedroom, where I felt a mix of fear and uncertainty about what would happen next.