Prologue

Ananya Kapoor

I prayed to God not to let him into my room. Looking at him in this terrifying form worried me to my core. I'm not sure what he'd do to me or how he'd punish me. My hands and knees are trembling, and I'm not sure I can face him after what happened in the stable. It could also be my last day of life.

When I heard the door click, my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. I can't see his expressions because the room is dark, but his physique exudes hatred, rage, and wrath.

He took predatory strides towards me, and I took the same steps back. When my back hit the wall, I came to a halt. I wished the wall would eat me right now in order to save myself from this terrible man.

I close my eyes tightly, and I can feel his breaths fanning my face, indicating that he is extremely close to me. I was just pleading with God to save me at the time.

"Open your Eyes."

In a low but frightening tone, he said. I didn't even flutter my lashes.

"I said open your eyes."

He pinned my hands above my head, squeezing our bodies together. By the way I'm shaking, he's undoubtedly figured out how afraid I am right now.

"OPEN YOUR FREAKING EYES!"

He yelled in my ears, tightening his grasp on me, pressing me further into the wall and, if possible, getting even closer to me.

I moved my saturated eyelashes, and the pool of tears flowed through my eyes, straining my cheeks.

"What did I tell you about meeting the boys?"

His voice was low, but it terrified me to my core. I gulped, unable to open my mouth.

"Say something, Ana, don't make it more difficult for yourself."

"To.....to...st...stay away fr..from th...them," I struggled to say.

"Hmm...and what were you doing, especially on my back?"

"We were just talking."

"Oh really? What was it that I saw? Are you trying to say that I am blind?"

No, I shook my head.

"My leg slipped and I was on the verge of collapsing. He was only trying to help me."

"With whose permission did you go there in the first place?"

I flinched as he screamed.

"I paid 50 lakh rupees for you. You are my possession, and I don't like to share what is mine. You are not permitted to leave this room without my permission."

I just stood there like a statue. I was paying attention to whatever he was saying because I didn't want to aggravate him. He began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Oh...n...no...please! Not this! It will never happen again."

"Finally, you proved to me that a person never forgets his or her roots. I rescued you from the brothel, and you proved that you truly are a slut."

My throat tightened and I let out a gasp. He carried on with his deeds of stripping my garments. I slipped my hand over his, ignoring what he said to me.

"Please forgive me...please forgive me. This is not something I want."

He came to a halt and took a step back, his gaze fixed on me. I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding for so long. He examined me from head to toe. Analyzing me, looking at me through his eyes. I looked down, unable to meet his gaze, which was filled with lust, possession, rage, obsession, and other emotions.

"But, you must learn a lesson so that you do not repeat it."

He ripped my shirt in a split second, yanking me away from the wall, and all the buttons flew through the air and landed on the floor. I immediately cover my upper body with my arms.

"No, please...no"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hands away from my body.

"Hmmm....impressive"

By glancing at my body, he gave me an approving look. In humiliation, I looked down. He took advantage of the situation and removed the skirt that was within his grasp.

"Please, please, please. Not this; I'd do anything but this."

I pleaded, but he threw me on the bed, ignoring my pleas. I collapse onto my stomach. He smacked my buttocks.

"There's no doubt why they put such a high price on you."

I immediately turned around to my back as I listened to his remark. He yanked off his shirt and jumped on me in an instant. He stared me down with such contempt in his eyes. I'm not sure why he despises my eyes so much. Then his gaze shifted to my tingling lips and lingered there for a moment.

"No, a lip kiss is meant for love, and sluts like you are not for love."

I sobbed uncontrollably at the name he used to describe me. He gripped my wrists in one hand, pinned them above my head, and assaulted my neck, oblivious to my predicament. The entire mansion must be hearing my screams, but not this man. He wasn't kissing or licking my neck, but he was biting it really hard, like if he wanted to rip off my flesh. I was crying and pleading with him to stop, but he was too busy punishing me; he only wanted to cause agony, and he was succeedinig in it . He continues to bite the already wounded spot. He stopped and peered at me after what seemed like an eternity.

"PERFECT! My scars look stunning on your creamy white skin."

I got goosebumps all over my body and believed he was done, but I was completely wrong. He went lower and ripped my bra in half. My hands are locked in his, my body is pinned to the bed by his, and I am powerless to get this beast away from me. He lashed out at my nipples, sucking and biting them. He raised his head and sucked my nipples between his teeth. It shoots the pain within me, severing my soul in two.

"Please, please, please stop. It's excruciating."

All of my pleadings, beggings, and requests were falling on deaf ears.

He continued moving down after he was finished thoroughly destroying my upper body. My world came to a halt the instant his fingertips touched the hem of the last piece of clothing on my body.

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