slave girl

prologue

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"Rhea, you're needed inside!" someone yelled behind me.

"I'm coming", I whispered to myself.

I dropped the garden fork and wiped my soiled hands on my apron before quickly rushing inside. Every time I am told that I am needed inside I know the exact place I'm needed in.

I hesitantly opened his bedroom door and walked inside locking the door behind me.

"M-master you s-sent for me", I stuttered quietly looking at my torn shoes.

"Ah, my little kitten", he walked toward me slowly "you look sad"

I stood in silence while his hands started roaming my body.

"Let me make that frown go away" he whispered seductively in my ear

"No, master p-please", I said shaking my head

"Nonsense", he chuckled, "you know I love doing favours for people especially for you so don't resist for the sake of your back that is still healing".

I was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably as flashes of what happened to me the last time crossed my mind quickly. The last time I resisted, he took me to his torture room that had different scary torture devices. Whips, knifes, whips with spikes (his favourite), bats, pliers, cuffs, chains and so much more unimaginable gruesome things of different sizes. He first of tied me to two poles that were like six meters apart with large chains and used the whips with spikes on my back ignoring my screams and relaxing to the sounds of my sobs and then he carved his initials, IA, (i.e Ian Austen) on my pelvic. It was really bloody.

"I won't want to open up those injuries for you again", he said with fake concern in his voice, "now strip".

I quickly did as I was told and tried to cover myself up with my hands. He removed every article of his clothes also.

"Now kitten, there is no use of covering yourself from me", he smiled mischievously and started tracing the mark he gave me, "I've seen it all".

He pressed his lips on mine and forced his tongue into mouth. Trying to push him off was not my best move at that point because he started hitting me.
"P-please m-master ", I pleaded knowing fully well that it was a waste of time. He widened my legs and thrusted into me. A loud scream escaped my lips. I felt disgusted and used praying helplessly that it wouldn't hurt so much again but the more he moved, the more it hurts.

I was tired of this constant abuse and rape by him. I looked towards the drawer beside the bed and saw a pocket knife. I looked up and saw his eyes closed.

It's now or never....

I reached out for the knife, grabbed it and plunged it into his belly.