CHAPTER 4

It was Friday evening. Patra arrived at Dolph's apartment to spend the weekend with him. She liked him, but she felt her mother was pushing her too fast into the relationship.

“Make him yours,” Benita had whispered that morning. “Tie him down before another woman takes him. Don’t come back until he sees your worth.”

“My worth?” Patra asked. “You’re saying I should give him everything? Even my body?”

Benita nodded.

“But Mom, we haven’t really connected. Don’t you think you’re pushing me too far?”

“Whatever.” Benita snapped. “The important thing is to win his heart. Dolph is rich and powerful. That’s all you need to earn respect.”

Patra was really uncomfortable with the visit. It all felt way too fast. She had divorced Kelvin just a week ago, and already Dolph had kissed her and pressed against her breast, even in her mother’s presence. She had barely known him for a week, and yet he acted like this just because he was rich.

The moment she stepped inside Dolph’s mansion, everything felt wrong.

Dolph wasn’t the charming gentleman she had kissed days earlier.

His eyes were hard today and different.

“Take your bag to the room,” he said, as if he was not in a good mood.

He didn’t even move to hug her.

Patra blinked. “Oh.. okay.”

“No. Not okay. Just move.”

She froze for a second, unsure of what he meant, but she obeyed. She walked into the bedroom. And he followed.

And that was when the nightmare began.

He grabbed her, roughly removed her dress, and pushed her onto the bed.

“What are you doing, Dolph?” she asked, wincing in pain.

He didn’t say a word. He looked like a hungry beast ready to devour its prey. He opened a drawer, brought out a rope, and tied her hands to one side of the bedframe, not with romance, but with a sense of possession, and her legs to the other, with dominance.

She wanted to resist, but she didn’t want to disappoint her mother.

Then he slid a big, soft pillow under her thighs, and her pussy opened up to him.

He leaned in and brushed his tongue over her cunt, and spat on it to wet, she was too dry. Maybe from fear.

He slapped her pussy, then thrust two fingers into her, deep and harsh. She screamed. A scream of pain.

Not romantic. Not passionate. Not loving.

This was about control. Domination.

A frightening hunger she didn’t understand.

He pulled his fingers free, inhaled her scent, and let them brush against her nose.

“Can you smell yourself?” he murmured, laughing, as if he owned the world.

He held her neck so tightly she couldn’t breathe well as he pushed his dick into her pussy roughly.

Patra gasped for air and begged him to slow down.

She told him she was scared.

But Dolph didn’t care.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t listen when she said she was uncomfortable.

“This is too much.. please stop..” she said.

When she cried, he tightened his grip.

When she tried to pull back, he held her down, her hands and legs still tied to the bedframe.

Dolph fucked her.

It was too fast, too rough, and deeply humiliating.

He grabbed her tits harshly and even slapped her face several times while pushing harder into her. He groaned with satisfaction while she cried in pain.

And when he climaxed, he pulled away and flushed his cum over her face, then forced her mouth open and pushed the rest into it while he groaned in pleasure. 

And when he was done, he untied her and simply walked away as if she didn’t exist.

Her wrists and legs were burning from the ropes.

She curled into herself and cried quietly.

“I think I’m in the wrong hands..” she whispered to herself.

She had never felt so used, so broken, and so owned.

Her phone vibrated.

It was her mother.

BENITA: “Hope you’re doing everything right. Don’t be boring. Men hate boring.”

Patra swallowed a sob.

She typed slowly.

PATRA: “Mom.. I’m scared. He’s not who I thought. He’s too rough. I think we made a mistake.”

The reply came.

BENITA: “Mistake? Are you stupid? Stay there. Don’t ruin your chance with a rich man. Kelvin was poor and useless. Dolph is your future and fortune. Please yourself. Endure anything.”

Endure.

Anything.

Benita’s phone buzzed.

It was a credit alert - $10,000.

Dolph had sent the money with a message that simply read: “Thank you.”

Ten thousand dollars..

Payment for pushing her daughter into slavery in his dark room.

Patra looked around Dolph’s room and realized her mother had pushed her even deeper into something dangerous.

And when Dolph returned with another command on his lips, Patra’s heart broke.

She burst into tears.

She couldn’t run. She was trapped.

This time, Dolph tied a rope around her neck and held a whip in his hand.

It was the most terrifying moment of her life.

Patra didn’t wait to spend the entire weekend with Dolph. The next day, she picked up her bag and rushed out of his apartment.

She returned home limping slightly, her eyes swollen from crying.

Benita noticed immediately, but instead of concern, she frowned. She had already received good money from Dolph; as far as she was concerned, everything was going well.

“What is wrong with your face? Why do you look weak? You’re going to scare him away.”

Patra swallowed hard.

“Mom.. He’s too harsh. Too forceful. I don’t feel safe. I don’t think I can continue with him.”

Benita stepped closer and grabbed her daughter’s chin.

“Listen to me very well,” she said.

“You are not leaving that man. Do you hear me? Dolph is your way out. Your new beginning. I didn’t raise you to be weak. Go back there.”

Patra shook her head quickly.

“No.. please, Mom. He hurts me. He’s not gentle. He's a beast..”

Benita slapped her. Hard.

“Men like him don’t want gentle!” she hissed. “They want complete submission. Give him everything he wants. Everything. Don’t you dare annoy him,” she added like a warning.

Patra burst into tears. “Mom, did you just slap me because of Dolph? The man who used me and intimidated me, who tied my neck, my hands, my legs.. No! I can’t go back there.”

“Then be ready to stay poor for the rest of your life!” Benita snapped. “Go back next weekend. Please him better. And don’t come back here complaining again.”

Patra now realized how foolish she had been to follow her mother’s instructions.

And then her phone buzzed with a message from Dolph. Just three words:

~ “Be here tomorrow.”

Patra felt like vomiting.

But Benita smiled proudly.

“That’s my girl,” she said.

“Don’t disappoint him.”