CHAPTER 7_Please don't.

YULIA 

The chains around her were removed; she tried to struggle with them, but she was outnumbered, and she couldn't pull herself away from their grip. She was pushed to the bed, and they pinned her to the bed. She screamed and kicked, but it had no effect; they chained her hands and legs to the bed stand.

Her legs were parted from each other, and she felt completely vulnerable. The men left the room as soon as they were done searching her room. Of course they found nothing; how could they find the clip in her hair?

She struggled harder. Harder as she could if the man who had purchased her could get in the room with her. He was going to be able to do anything to her without her being able to stop him. She was going to be completely at his mercy.

She kept on struggling until her wrists began to hurt. Her energy was drained, and she had no energy to struggle anymore. She had not had healthy food for a long time, and she was already feeling hungry.

She cursed herself for not being fast enough to escape. She had not expected that they were going to catch her. She had messed up her only plans of escape, and now she had put herself in an even worse situation.

She took a deep breath and began struggling again. If only she could get her hands free, she still had a spare key under the bed. Her wrists began bleeding profusely; she stopped struggling and laid on the bed quietly.

She could not stop thinking of the awful things he was going to do to her. The thought made her eyes blurry, and her breaths hitched as tears began trickling down her cheeks. She would be a mess if he did anything to her without her consent.

The door swung open, and he walked into the room, jolting her back to reality. She began struggling again but only winced at the pain that shot through her wrists. He grinned as he walked closer to her and stood by the bed.

He glanced at her from head to toe and watched her. He placed his hand on her thighs. She was still putting on the long trousers. She squirmed against his touch and tried to get away.

"Didn't I say I own you and I can do whatever I want with you?" He asked.

She shook her head, watching every movement his hand made. He walked back to the table in the room and opened the first drawer. He walked back to her, holding a pair of scissors.

"What are you doing?" She questioned. 

He ignored her; he placed the scissors on the trouser and clipped it. He cut off the trousers, starting from the hem to the waist.

 

"Stop!" Sofia yelled. 

 

He didn't say a word to her as he continued cutting the trousers. He didn't stop until the trousers were off her body. She continued struggling to get her hands off the chains.

 

"You're going to bleed to death if you increase the injury." He said.

 

He climbed over her and proceeded to cut her top just the way he had done to the trousers.

 

"Stop!" She barked. 

 

He grinned at her. "Still yelling when chained and vulnerable?''

 

He pulled the top off her in one pull. She screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands, but the chains held her back. His hand traced her skin, from her neck down to her neck, her breast, then her belly.

 

"Didn't you say no one could touch you?" He asked. 

 

"Stop! Don't touch me."

 

"What about this?" He asked as he reached down behind her back and unclasped her bra.

 

She struggled again, but it was of no use. He threw the bra to the side and glanced down at her boobs.

 

"Nice boobs." He complimented. "I wonder what it tastes like."

 

She wanted to tell him, but when his lips brushed against her nipples, She stiffened, her eyes widening. He licked the tip of her nipple slowly and softly.

 

"Stop!" She said this and began squirming.

 

He raised his head and flashed her a smile. "Well, no."

 

He buried his face in her boobs, sucking, kneading, and squeezing. His right hand was on her right breast, gently squeezing. His lips were on her other breast, suckling and biting on her nipples. She squirmed beneath him, and pain and pleasure rushed through her.

 

"Stop!" She said it, but it only came out as a moan.

 

He ignored her and went faster; she squirmed again.

 

"Stop touching me." She said, "Oh."

 

She couldn't believe he was molesting her, and she was enjoying it. She raised herself up and moved sideways to get his mouth off her breast, but that only made his grip on her breast tighten. The second hand pulled back her body and brought it back to place.

 

"Stop…" 

 

He pinched her nipples, making her scream out. He stopped suckling on her breast and rolled his tongue around her nipples. She squirmed again, and she could feel her pants getting wet.

 

'No!' She cursed. 

 

Her body was reacting to every one of his touches like it should. He moved to her second breast and began sucking on it; she couldn't let him keep touching her. She began struggling as hard as she could; he pinned her body down and continued with what he was doing. She struggled again, and when he bit her, she screamed out.

 

"Please stop." She pleaded and moaned.

 

He released her and glanced at her flushed face. "I purchased you, and you belong to me."

 

He stroked her face and grinned at her.

 

"Stop, don't touch me." She pleaded.

 

He looked away from her, his face turning hard. He reached down to her pants and pushed his hand through the band. His hand rubbed her pussy; she squirmed.

 

"Please don't."

 

"Wet already?" He taunted, and without warning, he shoved a finger into her and ripped off her pants with the other hand.

 

She screamed, and pain rushed through her. "Stop!"

 

Her breaths hitched, and tears began rolling down her cheeks. She tried to move away, but the chains kept holding her in place.

 

"Please stop." She pleaded, but he was hearing none of it.

 

He began thrusting in and out with his finger. She screamed as his hand thrust into her. He pulled out his hand and climbed the bed. He glanced at her. She was sobbing silently and looking away from him.

 

"Want to know what you taste like?" he asked.

 

She ignored him; he grabbed her face and pinned the side of her mouth. He shoved his finger into her mouth, and she struggled as he rubbed his hand on her tongue.

 

"Now there, you know what you taste like." He smirked.

 

He released her and began unbuckling his belt. She spit out what he had put in her mouth.

 

"Let's see if you are really a virgin or not." He said.

 

She shook her head rapidly and squirmed. The chain only hurt her wrists more; she stopped and glanced at him.

 

"Stop! You can't do this to me."

 

"I can, absolutely, and you can do nothing about it." He stated. "Next time, don't ever think of escaping."

 

He pulled down his trousers and his boxers. Positioning himself between her legs, he pushed the head of his dick into her pussycat. She screamed out.

 

"I am an HIV carrier; that's why they sold me off earlier. My father didn't want me dead; that's why he sold me off for money. If you do this, you are going to get infected too." She yelled.

 

He looked at her, his eyes widening, and he pulled away from her just as he had planned to enter.