"I appointed her as a slut of my hard-working men. She is the one and only one in our whole mansion, so isn't it a prestigious post?" He whispered in her ears while I trembled like a leaf. He pulled himself and smiled contentedly at me while a set of new tears flowed through my face.
Have you ever wondered at one point in your life about how and why your destiny turned into a disastrous way or, to be precise in a cruel way? I was wondering because I had never thought, even in my dreams, that a situation will arise in which dream of my man, Ernest Mervyn would abuse and torture me. Not only physically but also verbally and emotionally.
What had I done to earn a satisfied grin and pleasure on the face of my love, while I was enduring terrible pain? My whole right-hand was on fire and in unbearable pain. He mercilessly dislocated my shoulder and busted my h
Dominic Clint's Point Of View. "Jesus. That was incredibly fabulous." I remarked as my men were torturing an immoral soul, the man who tried to harass Isabella on the auction day. He was dangled above a huge glass tank filled with water. Large weights were chained to him, to pull him down, shoving and strangling him on his noose. It was vicious water torture and he had been tormented for an hour. I pressed a button and the cable immediately unspooled, smashing and choking him as the heavy iron balls attached to his body immediately dragged him under the water. The Man banged against the glass for help. He tried to scream, but couldn't and wasted his energy. He also tried to kick the glass walls of the tank. Ridiculous and Bizarre. Wasn't he? In less than thirty seconds, he had become delirious due to a lack of oxygen. He floate
Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View...Sleepless nights, here we go again. Its 3:22 AM and I was still fully awake, staring at the ceiling emotionless. There was not even an ounce of sleep in my eyes. Too many thoughts were swirling in my head and causing me nauseous. All I could think about is betrayal. I had trusted and loved Irina Ivor and her father since we were little. We used to be inseparable but not anymore.Being in love could often lead a person to do anything in order to make the other happy, or to keep from loosing them. I did everything in my power just for her happiness. Her contagious smile was the only thing, I used to desire. Love makes one incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, and often the person who is the receiver of this kind of blind love will take advantage of the circumstance and it happened in my case. The only thing, I expected from her was loyality but, I guess I asked for the most expensive thing which she couldn't afford.
Irina Ivor's Point Of View... The hardest part of losing someone, isn't having to say goodbye but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that's left inside your heart when they go. Only few hours was passed after the death of my beloved father but felt like an eternity. One could not distinguish it as death, it was the murder, gruesome one. A cold blooded murder. I could feel the void, not only deep inside the core of my heart but also thudding in the bones. I knew for sure that it was never going to be fulfilled and I would never be the same again ever in my life after the following sickening day. My whole existence was shaken to death and I couldn't get rid of feeling of numbness, which had surrounded me. An endless queries had been swirling, inside my brain like how, when and most importantly why. I was seated, chained like an animal just a few meters away from the behead
Veronica took a long, hot bath and laid out everything she would need. Three lengths of silk rope, two padlocks, an elastic band, duct tape, and a brand-new vibrator with an intensifying vibration pattern and remote. Ever since, she happened to live with Dominic Clint in his mansion, she had been addicted to sex. Not only because of new kinks, she happened to explore everyday but also because of her frustration, as she couldn't be with his brother, for a time being. She knew, whatever she was feeling against her brother consider as sickness but she couldn't help herself out. Her parents had enemies but she had to bear the consequences of enmity between them, although she was not at fault anywhere. Since childhood, she had lived only with her brother, grounded in the mansion. She knew only her brother as a friend and she shared everything with him only. Not by choice obviously, and at last she made her choice which was not acceptable at all. The moment she hit h
Irina Ivor's Point Of View...Life and death are the one thread and the same line viewed from different sides. [Disclosure- The ownership of the above stated quote belongs to its rightful owner.] Death is inevitable, no one can escape from. It follows life as night follows day, winter follows autumn or old age follows youth.My eyes fluttered open and closed immediately. I squeezed my eyes, in order to adjust it with the sunlight. I happened to be in the forest, amid all the trees, in warm and tranquil sunlight,and a gentle summer breeze. The environment is filled with lush green bushes and plants. It is a very densely wooded forest. I wonder how I got here, although pleasant and serene. I could feel the grass beneath me. My gaze fell on the path before me, amid the branches and dry leaves. I decided to walk through it, amid the bush and thistle, I trekked along the path. The sun was extremely hot. I wondered how I happened to approach to the jungle.I hap
Irina Ivor's Point Of View... "Hey darlo, Enjoying your time?" He asked, mocking over me and my condition in which I was in. Although, he was the one who put me in miserable position. I rolled my eyes from him, inhaled the large gulp of air to feed my raw lungs and squeezed my eyes tight in order to prevent the sound, that was torturing me mentally and psychologically enough to rip my ear drums. "As if you care." I answered after a long moment of silence, my voice was laced with bitterness. One could feel it. I decided not to ask him about the following disaster he committed in basement as the same arguments would had followed, which had followed in the basement and this would not conclude the conclusion. "Aghh... I can feel the hurt, straight in my heart. Why would not I care about my beautiful bride, the bride whom I loved the most?" He said, while acting hurt. "Have I ever told you, how much poor you look while acting?" I asked him back whi
Dominic Clint's Point Of View...I zipped my jeans back, and walked towards the other side of the room. I pull off one of the drawer, grasped the birth control pills and poured the water in the glass from the jug. I strolled towards Veronica, Baby Mervyn who was standing near the window for the length of time. I led her to my bed and pushed her on the bed."What the hell? I am not interested in another round." She shrieked almost spat unintentionally straight on my face, and pushed my hands away from her.I rolled my eyes in annoyance, groped her cheeks tightly without uttering a single word, pushed a pill inside her mouth and led her to drink water forcibly. Once she realized that I was not going to let go of her mouth until she swallowed the pill, her eyes watered and she coughed, sputtering around a bit."You could have asked me kindly, to consume the pill." She sneered and coughed again. "I just can not trust on you. Not only you but any damn gi
Irina Ivor's Point Of View..."Me? Pregnant? It can not be possible." I voiced out, stunningly. Shocked, I wasn't able to move."You are pregnant." He said with an unreadable face expression, with void of emotion staring back at me."How can I be? I have never involved in any sort of sexual intercourse." I asked, and wondered at how harsh reality can be."You are sick and fucking delusional. You had been whoring around in my absence and even dare to ask me, 'How' ?" He sneered as he said the sentence."How many times, should I tell you that..." Tears, threatened to escape as I was about to clear myself again but he cut me off in between."Dont. Dont you dare to start again with your blabbering. I have already listened enough." He said and walked towards me with long steps."There's always a real truth behind the truth we want to believe. We tend to believe