CHAPTER TWO

Later that evening, Elodie sat on the stone steps outside the temple with her closest friend, a girl named Emily who was like a sister to her during the lonely years in the temple.

“You’re really considering it?” Emily asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.

“I don’t know…” Elodie replied, her voice trailing off. She held her tiny bag to her chest, needing some sort of comfort from it.

“It feels so sudden to leave even though it’s something I’ve always wanted, tge other problem is that I have to stay in the house. He has two sons and you know how i am around men, they scare me”

Emily grabbed her hands. “Elodie, listen to me. This is your chance, do you know how rare this is? A proper job, a roof over your head and safety. You’ve spent years here waiting and wondering what would become of you, this is a chance brought to you by the heavens. You sure as hell won’t be missing it, I won’t let you. ”

Elara looked at her uncertain. “But what if I fail? What if they don’t like me?”

“Then you learn how to fit in” Emily said firmly. “Although I don’t believe that will happen. You’re sweet, you’re hardworking and you care about people. They’ll see that and they’ll love you. You also won’t be stuck here anymore waiting for something to change, you’ll be making the change.”

The innocence in Elodie’s eyes flickered with something else, hope “A new life,” she whispered.

“Yes!” Emily squeezed her hands. “Don’t you see? You’re finally free to start again, you won’t just be the quiet girl from the temple anymore. You’ll be Elodie, someone who takes control of their life”

Elodie smiled faintly, though her nerves still lingered. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It won’t be easy,” Emily admitted, her voice softening. “But it will be worth it and I’ll be here cheering for you every step of the way.” The two girls hugged tightly, neither wanting to let go.

When they finally pulled apart, Elodie’s eyes were damp but full of hope “Then I’ll go,” she said, her voice steady “I’ll give it my best shot”

Emily laughed through her own tears. “That’s my Elodie, promise me you’ll write?”

“I promise.”

Elodie packed her small belongings into a worn bag, her heart pounding as she prepared to step away from everything she had ever known.

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Antonio returned home that night, his sons exactly as he had expected them. One hunched over a glowing computer screen, the other sprawled on the couch with the television blaring. Neither lifted a finger to help, giving him a distracted “hey, Dad” as he walked past.

He stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching them. He loved his boys, but he knew they were not going to grow up until something changed. Bringing someone new into the house wasn’t just for his sake, it was for theirs too.

The house felt stifling, he needed an escape, a release, something to shake loose the tension coiled in his chest. His mind wandered to her, Lucy. The woman he called when he needed a good fuck, when the daily grind turned his thoughts dark and primal.

She wasn’t a girlfriend, not even a friend really. Just a willing body, a vessel for his urges. She lived on the edge of town, in a rundown apartment that smelled of cheap perfume and desperation.

Grabbing his keys from the counter, Jonathan muttered a vague “I’ll be back.” Neither of them acknowledged it. He got into his car and drove toward the outskirts, the city lights fading behind him.

His grip on the wheel tightened as he thought about her, those full lips that begged to be bruised. The way her body yielded under his hands. He’d met her at a dive bar months ago, after a fight with his ex. One drunken night turned into a habit.

As he pulled into the cracked parking lot of her building and texted her: *Here. Door open?* Her reply came quick: *Always for you, daddy.* The word sent a jolt through him. Dirty little slut, playing games she knew he liked.

Antoi climbed the stairs two at a time, he knocked hard, and the door swung open. Lila stood there in a skimpy tank top and shorts that barely covered her ass, her dark hair tousled like she’d just woken up.

“Missed me?” she purred, stepping aside to let him in.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he grabbed her by the throat, pushing her against the wall as the door slammed shut behind him. She gasp “You know why I’m here,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Don’t fucking talk unless I tell you to.”

Her hands came up instinctively, but she didn’t fight. She knew the rules. Lila nodded, her eyes wide, lips parting. Antonio’s mind raced with filthy thoughts, how he’d break her tonight. He released her throat just enough to let her breathe, then shoved her toward the bedroom. She stumbled but caught herself, glancing back with a smirk.

“Strip,” he ordered

Lila obeyed, peeling off her tank top to reveal her full breasts with nipples already hard. She shimmied out of her shorts, there was no panties underneath. It was just her bare, shaved pussy glistening. Antonio’s cock throbbed against his jeans. Fucking whore he thought. Always ready, like a bitch

His free hand roamed her body, pinching her nipple until she whimpered into his kiss. “You like that, don’t you? Being used like a cheap fucktoy.”

“Yes,” she gasped when he pulled back. “Use me, Antonio. I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

He slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing in the small room. He pushed her onto the bed, her ass up in the air. She spread her legs without being told, exposing her wet folds. Antonio stripped quickly, his cock sprang out, it was thick and veined leaking pre-cum.

Kneeling behind her, he rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing. “Beg for it, slut.”

“Please,” she whined, pushing back against him. “Please fuck me hard, ruinmy pussy.”

He slammed into her in a brutal thrust, burying himself deep within her. He loved it when they responded to his cock in them, he likes to fuck them hard as they scream out.

Lila cried out as he pounded into that sweet folds of her’s, loosing himself there. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises. “Take it,” he snarled. “Take every inch, you dirty cunt.”

Her moans filled the room, muffled by the pillow she buried her face in. “Harder! Oh god, yes, fuck me like an animal!”

Antoine’s mind was a haze of dark fantasies. He imagined her as nothing but holes to fill, a thing to break and discard. He reached around, finding her clit and pinching it roughly. She bucked against him, her juices soaking his balls. “You’re dripping like a whore. Love being treated like trash, huh?”

“Yes! I’m your trash, daddy. Fill me up!”

He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back. Her legs spread wide as he loomed over her, his cock slick with her arousal. He slapped her face lightly, enough to sting. “Open your mouth.”

She did, tongue out, eyes locked on his. Jonathan shoved his cock down her throat, gagging her. She choked, tears streaming, but her hands came up to pull him deeper.

Filthy bitch, he thought, thrusting into her mouth like it was her pussy. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears. He face fucked her mercilessly, watching her struggle for air, her throat bulging around him.

When he pulled out, strings of spit connected them. “Good girl,” he rasped. “Now I’m gonna wreck that ass.”

Lucy’s eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. “Do it, please make it hurt.”

He flipped her again, spreading her cheeks. He pressed the head against her tight hole and pushed in slow at first, then rammed forward. She screamed, a raw, animal sound that made his cock twitch inside her. “Too much?” he taunted, starting to thrust.

“No…fuck, yes! Tear me apart!”

Antoine lost himself then, pounding her ass with so much fuck he felt her ass cracking. One hand wrapped around her throat from behind, choking her lightly as he fucked her. The other slapped her ass repeatedly, turning it red. His thoughts were pure filth.

She’s mine to destroy. Break her, use her, leave her sobbing. That was all he saw women as anyway, especially after he had caught his bestfriend balls deep in his wife. He lost faith in them and decided to just take what he could when he needed it and right now he does.

Sweat poured down his back, their bodies slapping together obscenely. “Cum for me, slut,” he demanded, reaching under to rub her clit hard.

Lucy shattered, her body convulsing, ass clenching around him like a vice. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, yes!”

Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, with a groan, Antonio buried himself deep in that ass and unloaded his hot spurts filling her. He collapsed on top of her, both panting, bodies slick.

She lay there, trembling, a satisfied smile on her face. Antonio dressed quickly, the release leaving him empty but calm. “See you next time,” he said, not looking back as he left.