Marianne I now realize why she was acting this way. This woman loved money. Calmly, I answered. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Mother, Erin is mistaken. I took a per time job and my employer was nice enough to let his driver bring me home.” I took the initiative to cover everything that was happening in my life with a lie because I knew she would freak out, knowing that her daughter was living with one of the prominent personalities in New York. Rubbing my shoulders like she was trying to console me, she sprouted out. “It’s okay Marianne you don’t have to hide it, I’m totally okay with it, even if he’s an old man, remember as long as he has money I will gladly accept him, you don’t need to be ashamed.” The only person I was ashamed of was her. How can she even say such things to her own daughter? I might not be her own flesh and blood, but that doesn’t mean that she can just sell me off. “You are mistaken.” The seriousness of my words made the smile on her lips slowly evaporate to wh

Marianne I gripped on the sheets and I felt my eyes pricked in tears when his fingers tore into the flesh above my hip. His calm voice maintaining the chilling atmosphere. “If this is your definition of me fucking you with no mercy, then you should be grateful. I don’t fuck girls Marianne I break them to the point that they can’t get up. Hard core sex.” He didn't drop the temperature, and I reached to stop his hand from the abuse and I was sure that he was doing this deliberately. I buried my face into the pillow, nudging his hand, but he didn’t budge. I force myself to say. “It hurts, please…” A tear quickly disappeared into the pillow. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to taste the treatment I give to other women, since you are not satisfied.” He flipped my body over. He had me lying on my stomach, pulling my hair. He leaned to whisper in my ears. “Why so quiet? Does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts.” He brought his devilish face to my neck as more tears streamed down my pr

Marianne Two days passed along with my life that was placed at a standstill because it felt like time had stopped. The last two days I spent in my room felt like I was being intentionally tortured because I was forbidden from stepping out. I slept through the day and during the night. I couldn’t say much about that. Although he left early and came back late, he did not stop by to visit me once and I could assume he was busy. I heard the clicking of the door that immediately grabbed my attention because it was only at a specific time of the day that Dania brought in my meals and medication. “Madam your meal.” She whispered, dropping the tray and I peeled my eyes off her, not seeing the need to make any conversation with her, because I knew she was reporting my every move to Ezekiel. And coincidentally, I was told by her that Ezekiel had made it known to everyone that no one should try befriending me because it would cause them their lives. So I was also isolated from them. I t

Marianne The ice-cold glass touched my lips, pressing against my skin as Ezekiel kept poking me to take a sip from it, his face very kin to his decision. “It would be unfair that I would be the only one to drink while you wallow in your own sorrow. I’m not that heartless.” He voiced, not too far from my ears. With a sense of panic in my eyes, I somehow managed to stay composed and forced a small smile that reached the depths of my eyes. Gently, I pushed the glass away, knowing that he was adamant about me drinking it. “I can’t drink alcohol because I’m on medication and also injured.” Lightly I moved to touch my head that had a little mark, but my hair was doing a good work in hiding it. Twisting his face in pure amusement, he was quick to agree, as if my words were finally melting his stoned-heart. “My bad, I almost forgot about that, but I’m sure a little won’t hurt.” He drew me closer, but seeing that I was unwilling to drink, he then added. “Fine, but I will have to kiss

Marianne Slowly, the sensation of pain trickled down from my shoulders, reaching my arms and causing them to feel numb; this discomfort jolted me awake. Right now, both my hands were tied up, while I stood in the center of the room, my feet barely touching the ground. Cold sweat was already peeling off my skin. The room had a warm glow, and the windows were covered. I struggled, spurring my body around, but I winced in slight pain, like my hands were going to pull out. Things, unexplainable things were hung on the walls of both side, I squinted my eyes as my eyes were still blurry. Whips, shackles, handcuffs of different types, sex toys. The view banged horror on me, and my breathing grew in excessive panic. I locked my eyes to the chains that bounded me, battling to get my hands free, but it all went in vain. Ezekiel, the name shot in my head, he is the only one who could put me in such a place. The more I slowly gaze at the room, it emitted an eerily feeling, something that