The room was strangely silent except for the soft rustling of the doctor’s movements. I sat there on the edge of the couch, my injured foot propped up as he carefully examined it. The pain was there like a dull throb that I could barely register over the storm of confusion and suspicion swirling in my mind. Judas had ordered a doctor. For me.The thought was baffling. Too much to the point I couldn’t help but steal glances at his face.Judas was stadning a few feet away though I could still feel his piercing gaze eating me alive despite the distance.He wore his shades this time, the same pair that made him look impenetrable, unreadable. The cane was in his hand, gripped tightly, and my entire body tensed at the memory of where that cane had been just yesterday. The cruel way he’d wielded it, the way he’d relished in my pain.But now, he was pretending—no, not pretending. Acting. Playing the part of a concerned man, the master of this twisted little world we both inhabited. And as muc
Judas returned but wearing a scowl and not his usual amusement. I held my breath and walked on eggshells around him. Kyle also followed him in as he looked at me and I unconciously pulled at the front of my sweater to not let him have a look at my perked nipples.The bastrad would’ve brought a bra at least.The earlier rage was still there but first I needed to convince him to let me out of this apartment. I couldn’t stay here trapped.To my surprise Kyle went into the kitchen and that’s when I noticed he had a bag with him. And watched as he unloaded the bag on to the counter. Food. My eyes flickered to Judas who was now sitting on the dining table still wearing the. Bloodied pants but his shirt was clean. Hair tousled unlike earlier. I hesitated not knowing whether to stay here or walk back into the room.Kyle put the food in three plates and I realised I should just stay. Taking and barely making it to the table with sprained foot, I sat on fattest end of the table. “What happened
I stepped back, barely able to contain the twisted grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. Watching her freeze up like a deer in headlights, her muscles went stiff and breath catching in her throat like she was bracing for the worse—I couldn't help but find it absolutely delightful.Now that I realise, I had been finding a lot of enticing things about her. The way she batted her lashes knowing she pissed me off, the slight scrunch of her nose, the mole under her eyes, and the soft tint of crimson that painted her cheeks.The way she clenched around me, the soft moans, the loud screams and cries. Ah…. I should stop thinking about that. The more I think, the more I’d be tempted to take her raw. And looking at her, I wonder if she’d be able to take me in her tight little cunt.The poor thing, trying so hard to keep it together, but the cracks were showing.And I could feel that delicious tension wrapping around my insides, tightening like a noose, and damn, if it didn’t feel good.I
“Why are you not home?” she pressed again, softer this time.I swallowed hard, forcing words past the lump in my throat. “I was just… busy with… college.”“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied, her tone lightening, unaware of the storm in my head. “Your professor called me and said something about you getting a grand prize. I am so proud of you, my child, but I was hoping for a meet-up.”My heart stilled.“Prize?” The word felt foreign, like something that didn’t belong to me, something that didn’t make sense.“Yes,” she said, a smile in her voice. “We also got 100k in our account. You just saved me from going through…”Her words blurred as my mind spun. Money? A prize? The world tilted, and I fought to stay upright, but the ground beneath me was slipping, shifting, pulling me down. Judas. The name burned in my chest.He’d sent the money, tied it up in a lie so neat and pretty that even my mother believed it. My lips parted, but no sound came. A thousand thoughts collided in my mind, each
“Ride me and I might consider.” His voice dropped to a dangerously low whisper, the kind that crawled under your skin and nestled there, cold and suffocating. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. The hands on my body were invasively rough.“Now let’s talk about my rules, alright?” he murmured, his tone soft yet laced with menace.I could only nod, my breath caught in my throat, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my legs refused to move. Fear rooted me in place, binding me tighter to his will.“I have some business to take care of. Till then, you’ll stay here, in this suite. Try to run,” he continued, “and I’ll hunt you down.”His grip on my waist tightened, and I winced.“Let any man near you,” he whispered, his lips brushed against my ear, “and I’ll fuck you in his blood.”“Disobey me,” he hand moved behind me and settled over my arse before he gave it a sharp squeeze, “and your ass will pay.”The pale gaze bored into mine, daring me to challenge
There was no arguing with him so I swallowed the lump and stared down at the phone he’d placed in my hand. It didn’t lowered the pulse hammering in my ears. The world was crumbling around me, and every word he spoke felt like another stone added to the weight on my chest, pressing me deeper into the abyss.But that hardly matter at that moment.He released my wrist, and I pulled my hand back, clutching the phone as if it might somehow protect me from the onslaught. But I knew better. Nothing could shield me from him, from his twisted games and the suffocating control he wielded over my life.As much as I wanted to call my mother, I didn’t have guts to open his phone. Maybe he was testing me. Playing another game of his? To see if I’d take the bait.Putting the phone down on the table beside the plate, I grabbed the fork with unnecessary force and forced the price of mushroom into my mouth. Under another curumstances, I would’ve enjoyed it, but I couldn’t. The nauseous feeling was maki