Chapter 3 Punished By Devil

Kyra

Again, I find myself in Steven’s terrifying mansion. The same woman from yesterday is waiting for me.

“Hurry up and send her to me,” he says without looking at her.

“But I—”

“Am I going easy on you?” he snaps, grabbing my neck.

“No, I—” I stammer.

“No talking! I’m the only one who talks in this house!” he thunders before flinging me away and leaving.

The woman grabs me and puts me in another revealing short dress. I don’t know why they keep doing this to me.

Before she sends me to Steven’s room, five girls appear, carrying baskets of strawberries and mangoes. I wonder.

“I’m in charge of giving him these fruits!” one of the girls shouts, smiling.

“No talking,” the woman shouts back.

“Who’s this girl?!” another girl glares at me angrily.

“Get out, both of you!” the woman orders, her voice terrifying.

The girls obey, but both give me death stares before they leave. This damn mansion! I can’t understand what’s going on at all.

It’s better to satisfy this demon and leave as early as possible. I can’t stand staying here! So when I reach Steven’s room, I walk up to him where he’s standing at the window.

“Let’s do what brought me here,” I say loudly and nervously.

He only stares at me like I’m a little rat trapped. He lights his cigarette and exhales smoke in my face. I cough and cover my nose with my hand, but he grabs it away.

“Didn’t I tell you? No talking here unless I give you permission. So why do you keep breaking the rules?” he thunders, and I get chills 

I stay silent, not even daring to look at him. I’m trembling. This man is terrifying.

“How do I punish you?” he says, pulling my waist against him. He stares at me for so long that I try to look away, but he forces me to meet his eyes. My heart is thumping. I want to ask why he’s doing this to me, but I’m too afraid. His eyes are as sharp as blades.

He carries me to his bed. “Give me your panties,” he orders.

Ashamed, I slip them off and hand them to him. Right now, I want the earth to swallow me whole.

“Good girl,” he says, putting my panties into his pocket.

He suddenly starts touching my thighs, his fingers sliding up my legs so slowly and gently that it makes me moan silently in unwanted pleasure.

When he touches my pussy, I want to scream, but he covers my mouth with his hand. I pant heavily while he presses his fingers against me.

This devil is so evil. How can he make me enjoy these horrible things he’s doing to me?

As I’m moaning, I don’t even notice that he’s holding a smooth brush. He runs it over my whole body, and I pant heavily under his touch.

“Remove your clothes,” he demands. At this point, I can’t resist. My body is betraying me.

“Good girl,” he says, staring at my nipples. I look away shyly.

“Lay down,” he orders.

I lie down, my heart on fire. I can’t resist this devil, not now. Wicked.

He spreads my legs slowly, and then I feel his hot tongue trailing up my legs, my thighs, and finally my pussy. My heart is about to explode. I pant as he continues licking me effortlessly. I’ve never felt this way. This devil has a way of making me completely helpless. At this point, I want him on me. That easily.

But suddenly, he stops and sits next to me. This is ridiculous!

“Put your clothes back on,” he demands.

“But why—?” I shout before I can think.

“That was your punishment,” he whispers, smirking mischievously.

I throw the dress back on quickly, my face burning with anger. “You’re a dick!” I shout in his face. I don’t even know where I get the courage from. Maybe from the anger boiling inside me.

“Let’s eat" He whispers, suddenly scooping me up onto his shoulders. I scream, but it’s no use.

He puts me down at a long breakfast table. Everything looks so yummy and delicious, I can’t take my eyes off the food. He chuckles, making me sit, then leans over and whispers in my ear:

“It’s all yours. Take your time… and then we’ll continue where we left off.”

“Shut—” I start, but stop myself when I see the way he’s staring at me.

I choose to eat instead. His eyes don’t leave mine as I chew. Does he think staring at me like that will stop me from eating? Huh.

But his gaze is sharp enough to cut me into pieces. I choke on the food, unable to concentrate.

“You okay?” he asks, handing me a glass of water. I drink without saying anything, and he smirks.

“Come in,” he calls loudly.

The earlier girls come in. One starts massaging his shoulders while the others sit.

“Stop,” he demands.

“Yes, Master,” the girl replies, smiling awkwardly.

“She’s Kyra. My new girl,” he introduces.

I freeze. Shock floods me. How does he know my name when I never mentioned it to him?

The girls’ faces twist with anger. I can tell by their expressions.

“She’ll be here for a few days, so make sure you treat her well. If you dare bully her, I’ll break your hands,” he warns, his eyes sharp on them.

“Yes, Master,” they answer in unison, bowing.

“And Kyra,” he says, turning back to me, “these are my girls. Feel free to learn from them.”

Not from your toys, Mr. Devil. What could I ever learn from them?

“Do you hear me?!” he thunders.

“Yes…” I stammer.

“Good! I’ll leave her in your hands, then. Do anything stupid, and I’ll break you,” he says, standing to leave.

As soon as he’s gone, the girls’ eyes burn into me like daggers.

“You must have a death wish,” one growls, yanking my hair.

“You just came today, and already you’re our Master’s favorite?” she hisses, tugging harder.

“Ouch, that hurts!” I cry.

“And it’s supposed to hurt, witch,” she spits.

“I’m not his favorite, he only tortures me!” I shout.

“That’s what he does, bitch! To his favorites!” another girl yells.

“Ugh, I’m disgusted already. Girls, let’s play in the garden,” another says with a smirk.

They walk away, and I follow silently. They ignore me completely.

“She’s lucky Master said not to touch her, or I’d kill her,” I overhear one mutter.

I chuckle bitterly as I walk into the garden. The air smells fresh, the flowers are sweet, and the weather is calm. For the first time, I feel a little peace.

But before I can enjoy it, a black cloth covers my face.

“Who are you?” I try to shout, but my voice is too low. Nobody can hear me.

Rough hands grab me, lifting me off the ground.

They throw me into a car. It is dark. I can’t see anything. My chest heaves with terror.

At a time like this, I almost wish that demon Steven were here to save me. Wicked!