Damon’s pov
This seemed like a fun movie to watch. I had just finished with the Kim’s Factor;here comes the Zaxg Factor as well.There were three guards, all dressed in black suits with a snake attached to them. It was the Zach Factor sign.For years, they had attacked my dad unexpectedly, trying to take over my underworld and rule it.Knocking the guard down and snatching his gun, I pointed it directly at the one who had aimed at me.“If you don't want your member's gun, get out,” I ordered the rest of the guards.They didn’t move an inch."That's pretty nice... for guards of the Zach Factor," I said coldly.I pulled the trigger.With that, I blasted the guard's head, filling it with bullets.Just then, the rest of the guards ran away.“Shit,” I muttered. I had stained my new suit with blood.Just as I pulled the guard away from my arms, I felt a sharp pain in my bIris’ povI lean back on the couch as my vision blurs, but I can still see Damon hitting Julian,so hard there's blood all over his suit. I noticed it the moment I caught sight of him. For some reason, I felt happy,genuinely happy,to see him.He had come back at the perfect time. I was already sure my life was about to end here.I never thought Julian, Damon’s right-hand man, the one who always seemed gentle and calm, could turn into a beast so quickly.I had fought him. Refused him. Refused to sleep with him. But all that did was earn me more torture. On different parts of my body.I tried to defend myself. I bit him hard. But it only made things worse. He tore my dress like an animal, dragging his hands all over me, grabbing at me harshly, biting into my neck.At the point of surrendering, the man I hadn’t seen in three months appeared. In that tiny moment I looked at him, he looked even more handsome than before. But my chest tightened the moment I noticed the blood on his arms and
Damon’s pov"Don’t cry, little Iris. This isn’t his first time being badly injured. In most cases, he ends up in my VIP operation room," Kendrick said, reassuring Iris as he continued treating my wounds. Indeed, it wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time someone I had tortured seemed so worried about me. I mean, of all people—proper Iris. For some reason, I was beginning to find her more attractive. As for Julian… I made a shitty mistake letting him go, even after finding out about his backstabbing. I didn’t hope he’d change. I only waited to see how far he could go. "Arghhh, the fuck, Kendrick!" I couldn’t help but groan in pain. Kendrick’s thoughts were clearly interrupted by the sudden sting I felt in my back. "What?! I’d been asking you if it hurt—you didn’t say shit, so..." "So freaking what? Hell, I’m the patient!" I snapped, frustration mixing with the pain. "Pfftt. Nah, you’re not," Kendrick scoffe
Damon’s pov"Oh yeah, Damon,before I leave, make sure to clean up the wound and change the bandage. And also…" Kendrick said as he turned to leave."Yeah, yeah, whatever," I cut him off, taking a sip of my wine."You annoying punk. Let's see how you'll call me back," he said, pouting his face."Ahhh… nice," I exhaled deeply as the red wine went down my throat."Damon,yes, bring back your maid. Your home looks empty," he said with a brow raised. I threw the glass cup directly at him; with a reflex move, he dodged it and the cup shattered, broken on the ground."Shit! What the fuck, Damon,stop this shitty play. Alright, alright, I'm leaving," he said, and with that, he left. I could hear the unique sound of my Bentley's engine as he drove off.I sighed deeply, stretching my hand. "Argh," I grunted,I had forgotten I had a back injury.Just then, a buzzing phone on the couch caught my attention. Staring at the caller ID, it was the board of directors. I hadn't seen them in a long while.I
Iris’ pov I woke up to see no one in the room. ‘Has Damon left?’ I asked no one, as I glanced around the empty space. This wasn’t what I expected. I had tried to stay awake earlier,to look at Damon. I had missed him a little. But why did he have to leave right after saving me? I mean, he was also injured. I hadn’t realized tears were already falling down my face. I wiped them away and stood up. “Arghh, shit,my back,” I cried out. The pain was still sharp, still crazy. I went to the balcony, my usual spot, where the night breeze blew through. It was cold. It dried my tears. It kissed my skin. The city was busier. There were car lights, hanging street lights. I gazed at the sky,the full moon cast its bright luminance over the city. Little crystal stars hung in place, forming different patterns as you traced them together. It was beautiful. I suddenly felt hungry and remembered the half-made veggies and undercooked
Iris’ PovI stopped in my tracks. Was that really Damon? Was that who just apologized to me? I pinched myself a little to make sure I wasn't daydreaming. Damon, the monster who just wanted to torture me to death,just apologized? I must have heard wrongly, I said inwardly as I pulled down the doorknob to leave."I'm sorry, little Iris, I'm Sorry" he repeated, his voice calm yet authoritative,very firm, like he was clenching his teeth between words.I took my hands off the doorknob as I turned to look at him. He was on his knees on the bed, his head bowed. His hands were clenched into tight fists, his veins bulging.What was wrong with him? I walked a little closer. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. But what worse has Damon not done? I guess choking me was really the worst.Just as I was about to leave, I caught sight of the red stain on the back of his shirt. I hadn’t noticed it earlier.I had just remembered he had a back injury earlier, when Kendrick was cleaning it up. I h
Damon’s povI sighed deeply, running my hands through my hair. I was only lying quietly for a second, and she got all panicked to the point where she had a panic attack.I stared at her sleeping figure in the bed , she looked like a fairy. I had finally calmed her down after several mutterings of things I’ve never said in my life.I went to the bathroom, talking to myself, and placed my back under the cold shower. The blood mixed with the water as it flowed down. This was better than Kendrick.I walked into the kitchen, where she had left her unprepared meal before I abducted her.“Shit… how do I continue this?” I asked aloud, staring at different recipes spread across the marble counter. I really needed to bring back my maids.I punched the marble hard, just realizing Kendrick had said the exact same thing before he left.Rolling up my sleeves, I did whatever came to mind. I knew it would come out well,there’s nothing I begin that I don’t finish excellently.I placed the dumplings ba
Damon’s povI walked into the basement,it was as early as 2 a.m.Dragging a heavy metal rod on the floor, I strolled toward the basement where Julian was locked up.“Motherfucker,” Julian cursed as we locked gazes.“Backstabber,” I responded, chuckling. I held the metal rod tight against the wall as I lit up a cigarette. It was an attitude for me.I smoke before and during a torture. The screams and gun sounds were therapeutic.I glanced at Julian again, sizing him up with my eyes. His face was covered with traces of blood. His fair, white skin now bruised. His hands were tied against the metal chain.“I will make sure to bring you down,” Julian said, then paused and laughed loudly. “You're worth nothing without me, you know? And yes,I’ve given the Zch…..”“Ahhhhhh!” Before he could complete his words, I hit him directly in the groin, earning a loud scream from him.“Giving Zach access was a brave move, Julian. I had thought you’d learned enough,” I said in disappointment.“You mother
Damon’s povGetting out of the basement, I had just finished with Julian. He would breathe his last breath in 33 minutes. I stopped in my steps and looked at him, then at the guards."I won’t hesitate to end the life of whoever touches my pet," I said coldly. With that, I turned my gaze back to Julian. Kneeling on one knee in front of him, I leaned closer.He was still coughing up blood. “Fuck you,” I muttered, then stood and turned to leave.It was the last.I was covered in blood,Julian’s blood. I had hit him countless times with the metal rod. After watching the CCTV footage of him tutoring Iris, I couldn’t wait for the next day to torture him.As I watched the footage, Julian placed a glass of cold water on Iris's breast through her dress. She struggled out of his grip, but Julian pulled her back in place and even dared to hit her for not cooperating.He grabbed her lips, claiming them as his own, and dared to bite and kiss her, intertwining her tongue with his. I felt like tearin
Damon’s POV>>>Readers, read at your own risk>>>>“Arghh… Damon, please…” Iris moaned, her voice cracking as I sucked on her bubs.I kissed along her soft, smooth skin, the taste of her sending a jolt through me.I clutched her narrow waist, my fingers tightening slightly as I massaged it. My lips trailed lower, each kiss drawing a shiver down her spine until I reached her nerves… then further down to her pale, milky clit, already trembling.Her legs spread willingly. Her body tensed as I inserted a finger, rubbing and rolling it over her little peach-wet holes.“Mmm… Damon… please…” she moaned louder now, each thrust of my finger pulling a cry from her lips. I wanted to ruin her softly, then break her open completely.She’d left me starved too long. I held my throbbing erection, letting my fingers rotate on her wet, aching pussy.“Arghhh!” she cried out, voice raw, pleasure beading across her forehead. She shut her eyes, screaming for each thrust of my fingers.“Scream my name, love,
Iris’s povSoaking my tied body in the warm water, I felt my fatigue begin to dissipate. A rare calmness settled over me,more peaceful than I had felt in a long time. A strange sense of relief washed through me."Here, have it. You won’t die on me, not after what you’ve pulled," Damon’s words echoed in my head. He had said that, but his eyes… his eyes had said something entirely different. He was probably searching for a reason,an excuse,to be gentle.I sank my body deeper into the bathtub filled with warm water. I felt so at peace, shutting my eyes and letting the warmth take over my numb limbs.“Dad!!”“Dad, please come pick me up.”“Dad, I don’t want to stay here alone.”“Iris.”“Iris!! Are you awake?”“Dad, I want to go back.”“Iris, wake up.”“ARGHH, Fuck, Iris! Damn shit,” Damon’s voice broke through the haze, laced with curse words and frustration.Struggling to open my eyes, I was met with Damon’s annoyed face.He pulled me out of the bathtub, and I leaned against his shoulde
Iris’s POVI watched Damon’s back, trying to match his pace. His grip on my hands was tight, his large palm clenching my wrists together.He didn’t say a word, but I could feel his anger through our clasped hands. With each step, his grip tightened. My eyes didn’t fail to notice his clenched jaw.Trying to keep up with him, my body felt weak. I was so hungry. My throat was dry, and my head felt heavy. The headache I thought had subsided yesterday was back again,worse. I felt dizzy and my vision seemed to be blurry.My legs were still jelly-like, threatening to give out. I couldn’t match Damon’s long strides.I stumbled on my steps, trying to regain my balance. Damon suddenly turned around, and I fell directly to the ground,my butt hitting hard."Ouch…" I cried out in pain, holding onto my sore backside."Even your legs seem to fail you, don't they?, if only they had failed you at the right time" Damon said coldly, leaning down and grabbing my chin. "You dare to ask for freedom? Freedo
Iris’s POVI sat down in the quiet, dark basement, staring hard at nowhere. Since it was dark, my vision seems blurred.“Damon!!!” I stood up, yelling and screaming at the top of my voice, hoping he would come back. He can't lock me up here. I’m a human, not an animal without emotions.“Damon, please let me out.” I cried out, tears falling as my heart pounded hard against my chest, nervousness gripping me.Banging hard on the metallic door, its echo sounded loudly in the quiet room. I hit it with all my might, but it was all in vain, no response, and my hands ached a lot.I suddenly felt a splitting headache and sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the door. Holding my breath and squeezing my fists, I tried not to make any more sound. Fear gripped me. I was scared of being alone here.I had just remembered when I was stuck in the rain Andrew had come to help me. Though he had become fierce all of a sudden, he didn’t change his kindness. It breaks my heart even more thinking
Damon’s povThe perfect body, perfect lips, and perfect boobs,I had finally found her, but in the most terrible way.I punched Zach so hard that I wanted to take out all his facial features, including his ability to see.Worst of all, Iris dared to try to protect him,those eyes I had missed were pouring out tears. Not for me. Not for when I bullied her. But for this hell of a motherfucker. With that thought, I punched him again, yanking Iris away from shielding him."Damon, let me go!" I heard Iris’s tearful voice from behind as I gestured for the other guards to hold her in place.I shot a death glare at her. How dare she shed those tears for Zach? With that, I kicked Zach hard in the groin, earning a loud growl from him."Damon, you monster!" Iris screamed again, sobbing my name through her tears,those damn tears.The deep squeezed i felt in my chest intensified even more, knowing that my pet wasn't crying because of me. Those tears weren’t mine,they were for the motherfucker, my da
Damon’s POV It’s been two damn weeks since I last saw my pet, Iris. I had drowned myself in work, starved myself countless times, and taken endless cold showers to ease the burning need , but hell, nothing was working. Maybe I had given her too much freedom yesterday. She dared to run away. But what she didn’t realize was that I hadn’t forgotten one thing this time , the damn tracking device. I had searched the city top to bottom for her. Leaning back lazily in my chair, I lit a cigarette and strolled out to the balcony, my gaze fixed on the streets below , the glowing lamps, the passing cars, the towering buildings. I couldn’t help but slam my palm against the glass in frustration. If I got my hands on Iris... I would rip her in two. How dare she leave my premises after I had bought her?She was mine.And what’s mine can never belong to anyone else. No matter how hard I
Iris’s POV I looked at Andrew, who had an even uglier expression on his face. "Why did I end up thinking I could use you as bait? You've been with me for a whole fucking two weeks, and that motherfucker hasn’t come for you," Andrew said angrily, hitting the steering wheel. It was late at night. The sky was dark, and there wasn’t a moon, but indeed there were clusters of cyst-like stars scattered across the sky. The side street lights radiated over the dark road, and the busy people around began to walk while others moved around on tricycles. This moment only reminded me of myself. I felt sticky and disgusting. My body was filled with my own gut feeling, and Andrew kept yelling things I didn't understand. After a few more rides, Andrew parked at a corner. "Get out," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. I opened the car door and stepped out. Just as I pulled my legs out, I was suddenly pulled back by a hard gr
Iris’s POV"Iris, let's go home," Andrew said, pulling my hand."Hey, let go! I want to have fun with my friends," I protested, pulling my hand back."It's late, and you're drunk. It's not safe here," Andrew mentioned, attempting to pull my hand again, but I held them to myself."I would have to make sure they both get home safely, then yes, I would go," I said, gesturing a ‘no’ to Andrew."Oh my gosh, who's this handsome guy? Iris, not fair! You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend!" Ava yelled."No, no, no! He isn't my boyfriend, he is Andrew, a friend," I explained with dizzy eyes. I wasn’t drunk, but I knew the beer had a little impact on my sight and my head."No way! He is handsome. Hello!" Ava smiled, raising her hands lazily to Andrew.I couldn’t help but chuckle. Though I didn't know Andrew that much, I knew he wasn't the friendly type.I still wondered why he had helped me... me, that night.Turning to Andrew, I met with his face darkened."You are new here, Iris. You think yo
Iris’s pov "Iris, what exactly can you do? What the hell is this? Just a few plates you were carrying and now they're all over the restaurant! I'm going to deduct all this wastage from your salary!" My boss exclaimed. I stood frozen to the ground. I felt both a hot sensation on my skin and a deep ache forming in my chest, along with a pain in my head. Damn , my skin can get bruised, but why my salary? "Hey Iris, what the hell happened?" I heard Mia’s voice from behind me. I glanced at Scott; she had a smug smile on her lips. "Oh shit, come on in. I’ll clean it up while you clean yourself up." "Sure, thank you," I said as I turned toward the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I smiled slightly, trying to curb the anger in my chest. I felt like walking up to Scott and giving her what she deserved, but that would only make me lose my job. Looking at my dress, now stained with hotpot meal, I felt lost for a moment. What should I do? It was like the universe