After cleaning her plate, Lexie was forced to bathe, then coerced to haul on a tight fitted dress. He was taking her out and as his fiancé, he said she had to look her best.
Her makeup was heavily done, her hair styled with bands and gel, her nails polished and properly groomed. She felt like a doll, beautiful yet fake, but it seems to him, she was beautiful and awfully real, at least that was how she seem to look in his eyes.
She was standing atop of the staircase, a frown etched across her lips as his eyes assessed her. At the moment, his eyes didn't seem empty and dark, they had this little speck of light in them along with a pool of adoration.
He was smiling, the tips of his lips almost touching his ears. Momentarily, she didn't feel fear busting through her veins...why?
Well because he looked so innocent, way too innocent to kidnap and beat a woman into unconsciousness.
But she knew better, she got the kidnap and the beating first hand, oh and don't forget, she got a piece of his demanding self too.
He didn't ask questions, he spat out commands and right now, her going out with him was one of those commands. He had already told her the rules...well rule and also its repercussion.
Stay by my side. Move an inch and I'll cut off your toes.
His eyes had been dark and empty then and she was scared... Why?
Well because she could tell that out of those...1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12, 13, ye 13 words that left his lips, a whole sum of...well thirteen of them were him being brutally honest.
Who wouldn't be scared of losing their damn toes?
Certainly not her....
Sighing, she stepped down the stairs, tensing up the moment she breached the last one. His eyes hadn't left her, not even when he grabbed her arm and carefully entangled it with his.
"We're going to the mall, I'm not use to such crowded and combustible space. I hope you'll be kind enough to direct me to the clothes sections."
Lexie felt it when her throat ran dry and without even thinking it out, she nodded. "I-I...I will."
Seeming please enough, his eyes left her and in less than a second he was striding to his door, automatically taking her with him.
He took out a keychain filled with multiple keys and used one to penetrate the knob before pulling open the door.
The outside came into view then and she watched the grass and trees with so much interest that anyone would think it was her first time seeing them.
Her eyes shifted to the blue car seated in his driveway and immediately after, she noticed some serious people standing beside it.
There were two of them and both were dressed in a suit of black. Their eyes were blank, their feet straight and their hands by their sides.
They looked like statues, f*cking statues and it didn't seem like they'd be of any help to her. It was obvious that they were his bodyguard, they were getting paid to protect him, not her.
Pulling down her dress, she conceded to his steps as he lead her to his car. The men standing beside it bowed, then opened the backseat for him to enter.
He gestured her inside and she had no other option but to hesitantly enter.
Why was he taking her to the mall with him anyway?
She never once told him she'd like to accompany him. In fact, the last time she checked, the only place she asked to go was home, yet here he was taking her to a damn mall.
Huffing, she shuffled to the edge of the seat as he came in after her. She didn't want his skin touching hers, she didn't even want to breathe the same air this psycho does, yet when he closed the door behind him and looked over at her, her internal tantrum ceased.
"Come here." He sighed, lips pulling up in a mischievous smile.
Lexie didn't move, she wouldn't, not when moving any closer to him would hurt her pride.
On the other side of the car, Zheme watched her with a glare, he had thought being patient would solve this problem, but he was wrong and his damn patience was wearing thin.
"Lexie Shay Dillon." He drawled, eyes narrowing even more. "I thought I told you to come here."
The girl visibly tensed, her eyes becoming glossy as she shuffled an inch closer.
'Oh, intimidation is the only thing that demises her stubbornness.'
Zheme smirked at that. "Come. closer. Lexie." his voice was cold and it held finality, yet again only an inch closer she came.
Frustrated, he grabbed her, then lifted her until she sat in his lap.
She gasped, trying to shuffle out, but he held her tight. "I told you to come closer." He sighed, fingers running up her chest until they laid loosely around her neck. "This wasn't what I had planned, but since you disobeyed me, this is punishment."
He pulled her flushed against his chest, then slowly removed the hand from her neck. He ran said hand back down her chest, using it to pull up her dress and widen her tightly closed legs.
Lexie tensed, once again trying to escape such shame, but the hand tightly wrapped around her waist stopped her.
"You shouldn't have disobeyed me." His fingers slid her panty aside and just that alone managed to shatter her pride, her fight as well as the dam behind her eyes.
She started crying, eyes running water like a sea as his finger caressed the flesh between her essence.
"Stop crying Lexie, punishments were meant to be given."
He shoved her legs further apart, index finger penetrating the tight and surprisingly wet cavern. "Tell me you're sorry, tell me you'll never disobey me again and maybe I'll stop."
Lexie nodded quickly, heart palpitating rapidly, mind lost in space and her useless body succumbing to the pleasure his invading finger surprisingly brought with it...yet still... "I-I...I'm sorry, I'll n-never do it again." She fessed, taking deep breaths to swallow the whimpers of pleasure that bubbled up her throat.
Zheme smiled, sliding his sticky finger over her clit one last time before removing it and slipping her panty back in it's place. He placed her back on the car seat and slowly wiped away her tears. "Look how beautiful you are," he sighed. "That's what I wanted to tell you, but you disobeyed me and these tears that are now spoiling your beauty will always be the outcome of your disobedience."
He smiled even wider, running an arm up her thigh. "So today, I dare you to leave my side Lexie and my punishment will again make you cry."
Now standing shakily in the crowded mall, Lexie still felt like crying. After all, he had invaded her personal space and did something to her that she had only dreamt of doing. She was a virgin in every single way, maybe not her lips, but every other else part of her body, and yet someone completely uninvited had the audacity to touch the place not even she had the strength to touch and guess what...? She felt pleasure from it. Then again, anybody would... Or. Maybe not... But perhaps it was the way his hand had loosely draped her neck, the way it had slowly ran down her chest and the way it had gently, as if hesitantly caressed her clit. It felt good, like out of this world good and when he...when he pushed his finger into her delicate warmth, the pleasure became extreme. But should she feel this way, especially when
Again, Lexie sat timidly in the left corner of the car, her captor seated in the opposite corner. His eyes were fixated on her, a look of amusement dwelling in their depths. "Come here, Lexie." He demanded, voice deep and calm. Pretending not to hear, Lexie abruptly looked away, her eyes traveling to the tinted glass, barring her off from the blurred world of the outside. She missed her freedom and her drawings, she missed her mom, her dad, her best friend and her despicable brothers... She missed her old life. It had been almost a day and a half now since she had been kidnapped and the days of her captivation were her worst. She hated feeling caged, but sadly, in that prison her captor called a house was where they were heading. If she could, she'd refuse to go, but matters concerning her own damn life, she had no say in. She was n
Lexie was slowly losing hope. It's been an hour now since she started searching but there was nothing she could use to help with her escape. There was no sign of the keys which meant he had them on him and she watched too many episodes of prison break to not check the boards under the carpet for a secret passage. She checked upstairs too, checked under each and every bed, checked the closets and even though she was positive that the windows were barred, she still double checked them. But as she had hoped against, there was nothing to contribute to a clean escape... Which only meant she had to stay with this psycho for the rest of her life. Away from her family, away from her friends, away from her boyfriend, away from her drawings...away from her home and with someone she'd prefer to travel the ends of the earths than stay with. Her life was truly traveling down a path of lugubriousness, the
Zheme held tightly to Lexie's foot with the hand he considered good. He was in pain, his body aching so much that even sitting seemed arduous, yet he turned a blind eye to the pain and instead focused on his fleeing fiancé. What was she doing? Trying to kill him...? What else was she planning to do? Leave? Where was she going? To that place she once considered home? If so, then today will not be the day she returned because he wouldn't let her. She was his, now and forever more and to her, he'll ensure to make that very clear. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her back, watching with eyes that only held vengeance as she fell, face hitting the boards of the floor that had once been under her feet. She winced, breathing the pain she no doubt de
For the second time since she was kidnapped, Lexie woke up chained to the dungeon walls. Her head aching dully and her body sore and cramped. Impotence was the most primal emotion she felt along with shame. She was naked, her body bare to the breeze which scorched her skin like whips, her hair crawling all over her face and her lips chapped and dry like her throat. Her pride was now battered and bruised, her stomach empty and practically begging for food. But how could she quench her hunger when shackles restrained her hands and feet? Sighing a breath of frustration into the air, she listened to the only sounds loud enough to reach her ears, the chirping of the morning birds and the sound of every breath that passed her lips. Yesterday, she thought she had succeeded in getting away. She had managed to get her hands on hands the keys and had even managed to open the door
Pain... Hunger... That's all Lexie felt. Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain. As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one. Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst. It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it. Its been a day and a half —if she calculated it correctly— since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust tha
Zheme stood between the open space which the door had once been, his eyes fixated on his fiancé's erotically naked form. Even in such a drastic state she still looked like a being that had just stepped out of heaven. Her stiff breast, her most private possession, her curves, her...her everything, they were all heavenly, carefully and beautifully carved by that man they called god. But as he came to realize, physically, she was perfect, but mentally she had a problem that needed to be solved. She needed to learn how to submit, concede and obey, she needed to learn how to be his. His to control, his to use, his to love... She needed to learn and he'd teach her. Walking further into the room, he closed the door behind him and hasted but cautious steps were what he took to his bride. He stopped only inches away from her, dark eyes regarding her with m
Lexie's panic attack had just settled and now she sat dumbly on Zheme's lap, unable to face him. After all, she had appeared vulnerable before him, her body had shaken like live branches caught in a storm and her voice had been nothing but a quiet squeak. She felt betrayed by her own body and within her, she couldn't find an ounce of pride left. But aside from betraying her, her body ached with cramps that held onto each of her muscles and pain bit into each of the wales on her back. She felt tired too, a nauseous feeling clinging to her head and the nerves within it, yet still, she refused to tarnish her already diminished pride any longer. Instead, she tried with all the strength she acquired to shuffle out of Zheme's lap. But she was too weak or was it that Zheme was too strong? His arm was like a shackle around her waist, clinging to her tightly and almost desperate