When does this hell end?

**Jasmine's POV***

I woke up to a sharp pain on my joint, my head spinned from suffocation. When my eyes flew open Justin stood across from me, we were in a different place now.

What was going on?

“Justin–” I made to stand up but my hands were tied to my back.

“Hey, sweetheart. You're awake already?”

I grunted.

“Easy there, pookie, I need you fresh for the buyers tonight.” He walked towards where I lay and crouched down.

“Buyers? What's going on—please, let me go, we can talk this over.”

He made a sad face then caressed my cheeks down to my chest region. Then sighed.

“I really enjoyed you, you know, but money has to be made, You're going to someone else's pet now.”

“No, please.”

He spat on my face at once. “Yes–go on, beg, I love it when you do. You're nothing but a cheap whore. Go on.”

I grunted. That's it—the last person I trusted had just betrayed me, now I wished for nothing but death now, a pet? Could it be..?

“Yes,” he answered As if reading my thoughts. “You're going to be a sex slave, baby, I mean noone is going to come looking for you anyway, might as well make yourself useful while I make money too. you know–to bag my specs.”

“How could you, Justin?” I whimpered.

“Let's just say, life's not fair and never would be, to the weak.”

He stood up straight. Zipping down his trouser.

“Let’s make sure you're still sweet and fresh.”

“No–no, please.”

But he didn't listen, he dragged me forcefully up tearing up the remaining parts of my dress. Pushed me to the crooked bed at the corner, I landed with a loud thud.

I stopped crying. Guess there wasn't going to be any use now. This was my fate and I wasn't going to give him or anyone else the pleasure of hearing me beg.

Instead I was going to take charge. Enjoy it.

“Arrgh.” I moaned in pleasure when I felt him at my entrance. It was still a bit tight. And he was forceful this time.

“How did you get sweeter than last time?” He chuckled. “Oh, you're going to be naughty and not beg right?”

He spanked my butt.

I let out a moan instead.

He smiled vaguely. “I'm not going to be gentle since you're trying to be naughty.” He whispered into my ears, roughly pushing my head backwards. And with a full thrust he was in.

“Arrgh.” I moaned as he maintained the pace going in and out, which felt appealing to me for some weird reasons. I was definitely turning into a whore now. He made me. “Don't stop.” I heard myself say.

He tossed my left leg a little bit high off the bed and continued with the pace, and it made it very smooth. He reached every single part of me, which made a rush of pleasure flow through my entire body.

“Oh my goodness, don't stop,” I begged as I enjoyed every single bit of his thrust he made into me.

He stopped for a while and placed his hands on my clitoral area, massaging it gently, which made me go crazy instantly.

“F…f*ck..” I moaned, holding his hands, as I couldn't handle his teasing again.

“I want you,” I begged.

“Louder, say you want me inside you.” He whispered into my ears as my body flinched, craving his touch again.

"I want you badly!" I yelled.

He placed his hands on my breasts and fondled them to his satisfaction.

I knew it was reckless.

I knew it was wrong.

He had just betrayed me. I was getting ready to be sold out.

But I didn't care.

For once, I let myself be free—free of fear, free of guilt, free of the world outside.

And as Justin's lips trailed down my skin, I forgot everything else.

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After he was done, he left me there on the crooked bed, pain wailing in-between my legs as he went to freshen up, he came again towering over me.

“Are you just going to lay down and not freshen up?”

“I'm still tied down here.” I motioned to my hands which were still tied to the back.

He smirked.

“Don't even think about running, this place is surrounded by soldiers and I'm just waiting to be settled to send you a way. You're already a property of theirs.”

I growled at him.

I hated him now more than ever. Regardless he was good in bed but now all I fancied was being rough handled in bed.

I was messed up.

Reluctantly, he cut off the rope that bound me and released me to freshen up.

When I came out. He was speaking in hushed tone to a soldier at the door. I slid on a plain dress he had laid down on the bed.

“You're ready to go.” He dragged me pinning me down and binding my hands.

I scoffed. I didn't even struggle why the roughness? somehow it made me real horny.

I was then dragged away and handed to the soldier.

“My job here is done.” He said. With that the soldier dragged me out roughly.

I was thrown in a room filled with young girls about my age. None of us spoke to each other but I could see the fear in their eyes.

After what felt like hours we were dragged out in a straight line to a grand hall where high profile men sat.

It was obviously a darn exhibition.

I watched as the other girls were picked. When I was finally chosen by someone he asked if I was a virgin and since Justin had already defiled me. I was rejected.

I didn't want you old hagged men either.

I muttered to myself. I didn't get if I was angered or just frustrated.

The rest of us were dragged back to the room and locked up in there. A middle aged woman walked in minutes later with a single tray of food.

“Ya’ll had better pray to whatever you believe in to be bought soon. We don't have food for trash girls.”

She walked out smugly and the rest of the girls rushed to the food, I just sat at the corner. I could think of only one thing right now. Revenge.

It was all dark now and late at night. The room door handle groaned as someone fiddled with it from the outside.

I jerked up.

I was wide awake.

The door opened and the smug old lady stood at the entrance, her eyes searched the room then she pointed at me.

“You. You've been bought. Get up.”

Fvck. When does this hell end?