2 - Finding out about Sylvaniel

The door shut loudly. I remained sitting on the floor. I glared at the door where he vanished. That asshole. He thinks he can the rule the world. He thinks he is better than anyone. He is so full of himself. If I was crazy over him before, well that was before! I feel nothing but hatred towards him now. I do not even know why he thinks I will let him touch me, let alone fuck me.

I fell asleep on the floor without me even realizing it. I woke up with a sore body all over. I winced at the pain as I tried to stretch my body. God, I need a bed. Even a small fucking bed with a thin mattress. Or even if it is just a matter alone! I do not know how long I can take this. I always wake up with a sore body every damn morning. It feels like I have been in an intense fight!

I was shocked to see few clothes on the table. They were all the same. Huge black shirt and some brand new panties. No bra. Not that I needed a bra but why did he give me any? He wants me to parade my tits?

I rolled my eyes at that thought as I wore the shirt.

The door opened few moments after. I clenched my jaw when I saw Sylvan. He is wearing a complete three piece suit now, ready for whatever bloody job he has.

I looked away, not wanting to have any conversation with him. My mind is too tired. It is so early but my energy seems to be drained already.

I saw from my peripheral vision that he sat on the chair. I do not want to look at him. I was gritting my teeth. He did not say anything but I could feel his intense stare in my skin, even in my bones.

“I found something,” he trailed off in a cold voice.

“Who is Sylvaniel?”

I froze at that question I heard from his lips. I swallowed hardly. No. He just didn’t say that. I know him. Once he finds out about my son, he will surely take him away from me! And I do not want that to happen!

I did not reply. It is safer for me to keep quite as I am afraid that I will say anything that will put my son in danger.

“I am asking you a fucking question,” he hissed. He now sounded so furious. I could feel the flaming anger in his voice. It was full of venom.

“I do not know what you are talking about,” I whispered, scared that he will find out the truth based on the tone of my voice.

I heard him snorted as he stood up and walked over to me. I did not spare him a glance even if he is already standing infront of me.

“You do know what I am talking about,” he whispered harshly as he knelt beside me.

I remained my gaze on the other side of the room. I am scared to look at him because I feel like he would be able to see what I am hiding through my eyes.

He forcefully grabbed my face and made me look at him. I gasped at the sudden pain I felt.

I trembled when I saw the flame of anger in his eyes. Too raw, too intense, too powerfully… It made me so weak.

“Who the fuck is Sylvaniel?” He asked in a quite but stern voice as he stared directly into my eyes.

I swallowed hardly as I looked back at him.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, ignoring the pain he is giving me.

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Is he my son?”

My eyes widened and I regret making any reaction. He smirked and I am certain that he already got the answer he wanted.

I shook my head a bit. He tightened his hold in my face, making me groaned in pain. I feel like my cheeks will going to break.

“No! He is not yours! You are not his father!” I raised my voice. And I know that he sensed the fear in my tone. I wanted to hurt myself for being so stupid now!

“You know exactly that I can find out who he is. I just want to hear it from you first and maybe, I will spare your life if you tell me the truth.” His tone was full of icy coldness.

“Then find out yourself! Leave me alone! I don’t even know what you are talking about!” Now, my voice was full of anger and pain.

He smirked darkly. “You will not say anything?” His tone was taunting.

I swallowed, shaking my head slightly.

“Okay.” His voice was too nonchalant that it was hard to ignore. Why? What is he planning?

He walked out of the room as he left me trembling in this corner. My tears fell as soon as the door shut.

No. I need to do something. My son is in danger. Sylvan will take him. I can’t let that happen. I have to escape! I have to keep my son safe! But how?! How the fuck will I keep him safe if I am in danger?!

I screamed out all my frustrations and pain as I clutched my hair painfully. I cried so hard that I thought they will hear me even from afar.

They brought my lunch. I did not touch it. I did not even open it. I have not seen Sylvan for a week. It has been a week since the last time he went here. That is a good thing. I just hope this will continue. I just hope that he will never come back here again. I do not know if what will he do the next time he sees me.

I am always anxious when I think about my son. What if he took him already? What if Sylvan found him? What If I will never see him again? God, no, please. Save my son. I do not know what will happen to me if he will be forever away from me. I will never going to accept it.

There is a huge possibility that Sylvan had already found my Vaniel. But why he has not yet showing up here? It has been a while since he went here. What is making him busy these past few days? Is he planning about something? What is then? Is it about my son?

But no. If he has ever took him, he should have told me and used my son to make me do everything he wants. He should at least let me know that he is holding him captive right now but then, I have not hear anything from him.

The more he is taking so long to show up, the more it makes me anxious. I can’t even eat because of this awful feeling. I am worried about my son. Oh, God. I do not know what to do anymore. 

I sighed as I tried to sleep. It was already dark in the room. I wonder what time is it now? I miss my son... 

I woke up when I felt a rough palm making its way to my waist up to my boobs. I groaned at the sudden pleasure electrified in my skin. What is happening? Am I dreaming?

I gasped when a long fingers made its way to my clothed pussy. Flame of lust overpowered my system. My eyes remained closed as I let myself be drowned by the weakening sensation the fingers brought in my skin.

The fingers made a circle in my panties, making me moan in pleasure. It was so good. It felt so real.

Suddenly, the rough hand teared my panties. I gasped at the sudden move. What was that?

My eyes suddenly opened. It took me few seconds before I realized what was happening when I saw Sylvan's face few inches away from me.

An involuntary moan escaped my lips when his fingers caressed my now sensitive wet folds. I trembled under his touch. This feels… illegal. I wanted to stop him but every fiber of my being was against with that idea. Only small part of my consciousness wanted him to stop. And I am too weak to even stop him.

“Ohh…” I moaned loudly when two fingers slowly entered me.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly. My eyes were closed as I let myself feel the overwhelming pleasure. I am too weak to even open my eyes.

“Yes, yes…” I moved my hips to welcome every enter of his fingers. I was so fucking wet that the sound of it can be heard in every corner of the small room. I trembled. This is too much. The pleasure was too much for me to even care about the man who is doing this to me. I do not even care if it is Sylvan anymore. I just wanted to feel the blinding pleasure. I just wanted to find my release.

“Fuck. Fuck! Yes, baby,” he whispered harshly in my neck as he nipped the skin on it, doubling the pleasure I am feeling.

I gripped his strong arm when the pleasure slowly building in my stomach. I moaned ridiculously loud when I came. I shuddered at the intense orgasm. It was… so fucking good.

I was catching my breath, slowly coming down from the intense pleasure.

But when I came back to my senses, I froze. Sylvan was staring at me. It was dark but the light from the small bulb is enough for me to see the unadulterated lust dripping in his eyes.

I gasped when in a harsh move, he pulled me closer to him, violently crashing his lips into mine. I moaned at his violent move when he bit my lip.

“Motherfucking…” He whispered harshly as he kept on bruising my lips. I feel nothing but coldness, lust and hostility from his kisses. His kisses were too violent, as though he wanted me to feel his anger and lust at the same time.

“Fucking slut!” He hissed as he stood up and hastily pulled down his sweatpants together with his boxer shorts.

I gasped when his hard huge dick welcomed my sight. This is not the first time I have seen it but I can’t help but be shocked at how huge it was.

“Suck me off!” He aggressively pulled my hair, gripping my cheek so tightly, forcing it to open. I gasped at the pain and he took advantage as he pushed his dick into my mouth aggressively. I was choking painfully as he kept on thrusting his dick in my mouth. His groan and moan were such a music to my ear.

“Fuck! Yes, baby. That’s it, Lineya.” He moaned like an animal in his each thrust. It was so fast and hard.

Pain filled my heart. 

Lineya...

Tears were already forming in my tears as I kept on making a choking sound.

“Lineya! Fuck, baby!” When his semen spilled in my mouth, I was left with no choice but to swallow everything as he did not stop moving.

He was catching his breath when he pushed me. He did not say anything when he walked away.

Tears fell in my cheek as I watched him left the room.