Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

12. Suffer anyway

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

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Jennie

She escorted me to a room I've never been to.

She opens the door, and there they are. My parents.

I smile, as she ushers me into the room.

"Mom! Dad!"

I rush into their arms, a huge smile on my face. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Oh, honey! We're glad you're okay!"

I stay in their arms as long as I can. I lied and tell them that everything is alright. Apparently, Lisa put them up in a mansion, gave them a cook, a maid. Everything.

They're taken care of.

They look happy, but it's clear their concerned about me.

All too soon, I'm taken from the happy scene, and Lisa takes me to a bedroom.

"Your parents have been taken care of. I have fulfilled your request. Now you give yourself to me."

I swallow roughly, nodding. "Yes, Sir."

I bumble toward her, clumsily. She rests her hands on my waist.

"I can promise you, none of this is your fault," She rasps, putting her large, strong hand on the side of my face.

"But you will suffer nonetheless."

My breath hitches, as she smiles sweetly down at me, before dragging her hand down my face to my neck, she squeezes it until my vision darkens and my eyes roll in the back of my head.

I come to, completely restrained. She stands over me, with her chest bare rippling pectorals glistening in sweat. What has she been doing?

My hands are tied. My legs are spread.

I struggle for a moment and then stop. What use is it? I signed the contract.

I'm here. This is my reality. She's my reality.

Normal people don't go through this shit.

"When I first met you," She starts lowly, "In Russia-"

Russia? I've never even been to Russia. I've never been out of the country.

"You were so spirited. So sassy. You would talk back to me like no or I'd ever met."

Her dark eyes focus on my face. "You were beautiful and kind, and I loved you."

Loved? She... loved me?

This doesn't make any sense.

"I've never been to Russia," I state.

She doesn't respond, as if she didn't hear me.

She wears nothing but black pants, her head messy

"Now, I have you again. But things have changed. I don't love you anymore, my Kiska. But I want you."

She turns around, rooting through some drawers, lined with red velvet. She pulls out...

A whip. She's going to whip me. She's going to hurt me very badly, I can tell by how the muscles in her back ripples, while she grips the handle of the whip.

I can tell she wants to hurt me.

"I have been to many places. Seen many things. Met many people. Fucked many women. And I have found, there is one thing, that makes me human-"

She turns back to me, slamming the drawer. I flinch at the sound, as her head cocks left, regarding me.

"It is pain. And your pain is what hurts me most."

She cocks her head to the other side. "Remind me I am human."