My sleep was disturbed with the creaking sound of the door swinging open reached my ear. I struggled to open my eyes because the light that came from the door penetrated through my closed eyelids.The cold floor on which I was lying was rock hard and every inch of my body was hurting badly. I groaned softly, my senses slowly awakening to the harsh reality around me. I am not sure whether hours or days had passed by while I remained unconscious on this floor.The last thing that I remember happening to me was Damien attempting to almost kill me in the name of punishment. I lost consciousness and since then I have been locked in the same room.At the moment I cannot feel anything else than pain and hunger. Both were equally consuming, gnawing at my insides like a relentless beast.With effort, I managed to blink open my eyes, a low groan escaping my parched lips as I forced my heavy eyelids open and struggled with the strong sunlight but soon the door closed allowing my eyes to adjust to

"Rather it was..." "Wait a minute, there is someone!" I heard his father, who suddenly changed his words just as he was about to reveal the name. Panic rose as I realized that they had felt my presence and that I would have to act quickly. If they found me here, I am not sure about his father, but Damien would surely kill me. Gathering all the strength I could muster, I quickly scrambled to my feet and moved to the spot against the wall where they had left me earlier. The door to the room swung open just as I settled into position.I pressed my face against the wall, keeping my eyes shut tight, even though my racing thoughts made it difficult to focus. My lungs screamed for air, and I struggled to regulate my breathing. These men were cunning, and I couldn't afford to give myself away."It was just a misunderstanding," his father said, dismissing the conversation."Now, if our discussion is over, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave," Damien's voice sounded cold and distant."Hmm, I cou

Trigger WarningShe is the culprit and she has gone through everything, yet I am still unable to accept it fully. Somewhere, I still believe that something is hidden in it. Something that we are all unable to see.Suddenly, the dizziness hit me hard and my head started spinning and throbbing at the same time. I am sure this is because I put too much pressure on myself.I didn't want to bother her but my hands lifted my head on their own to hold the skull in place."Are you fine?" I heard her as she rested on my shoulder.It took me a minute to get a hold of myself. I drew deep breaths. Though I was not feeling well yet the determination to know everything kept me moving forward."Yes, I am fine," I said. "Please, I want to know everything""But you..." she began, concern clear on her face."I am fine," I assured her. "It is just that everything is too much for me to accept but I am fine. I need to know the whole truth"She took a deep breath and nodded when she was sure that I was not

I braced myself for what was coming next. Desperation fueled my flailing arms, they thrashed around looking for something to hold on to, to gain balance, to save myself from breaking my nose but nothing came in my hand. My body leans forward and just when I thought that nothing could stop me from hurting myself, I feel two strong arms that wrap around my waist, saving me from falling down. I know really well to whom those arms belong. He quickly pulled me to his chest. My heart pounded in my chest, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as my senses reeled from the close call. I could feel his chest rise and fall against my back as if he was also scared.My foot! "Are you fine?" I came to my senses when I heard his question. I nodded. We were so close that I could hear his heartbeats, which were surprisingly louder than mine. If he was also afraid of me getting hurt, then why didn't he stop doing such cruel things to me? And then suddenly I remembered the thing he said

"Freedom" I replied without any hesitation and his body froze. Slowly he moved back, his eyes now red with rage, and his palms, which were resting on my thighs earlier, moved up and gripped my waist tightly. "Indeed, the only thing that I can't give you is freedom. You are mine until your last breath. You have to remove that word from your dictionary," he retorted, his hold on my waist growing even firmer as if he had no intention of letting go."I would prefer fighting till my last breath than to submit to you. Why don't you accept the fact that I am not a property to claim?" I asked in his own tone. I knew at the moment that I was in his embrace and he could do whatever he wanted yet I was playing with fire. He had just brought me out of the dungeon, where he could again push me back but the frustration and anger in me were not ready to give in. Not yet. "You became my property the day I purchased you," he countered, his words filled with bitterness. "I am ready to pay you the a