Semua Bab Corrupt Temptation: Bab 11 - Bab 20

IVY.Long after Sophia had left, the enigmatic phrase Its time spoken with that oddly nostalgic smile reverberated in the deserted hallway. I had called for her but she had already left, engulfed by the mansion's silent grandeur. “Time for what?” I asked myself. A restless energy throbbed in my heart. The girl from the visions first then its time. . I was always trapped on the outside looking in and this place felt more like a huge gilded mystery box than a house. I didnt enter my room again. No way. My curiosity a dangerous beast kept biting me. It felt impossible to withdraw to return to my opulent prison and just wait. I had just made it through a dramatic vase incident an inquisition at breakfast and Sloans terrifyingly possessive speech. Investigating a mysterious ‘Its time’ was undoubtedly the next sensible move. Or you know the most naive. Officially my life had taken a drastic Foolhardy turn. Silently my bare feet on the soft carpet I followed the side Sophia had left. I

IVY. I was paralyzed by the words which were said so abruptly so casually but so completely without surprise. Somewhere near my throat my heart did a frantic little jig and practically leaped out of my chest. I closed my eyes tightly wishing to blend in with the dust bunnies beneath the desk and become invisible. With my mind racing I asked myself “Did I hear that right? Or am I just hallucinating because I'm scared and havent had any coffee. A pause. Just my own hearts frantic pounding and the offices constant hum. Its possible that he was putting me to the test. Perhaps he hadnt noticed me. Perhaps a particularly articulate dust bunny or himself were speaking. As I waited I held my breath. Ivy! His voice pierced my frantic hope heavier and sharper this time. It was impossible to mistake. There is no doubt. he was aware. All along he was aware. My face which was already red with shame turned even more red. My inner monologue which is usually filled with witty responses was comple

IVY.The mansion appeared to be drawn into an early twilight as the sun a huge fiery orb in the sky seemed to fall with frightening speed. Night appeared to have decided to arrive much too soon. With each growing shadow it seemed as though a clock was ticking away the minutes until midnight and the strange penalty Sloan had imposed. Before midnight I undressed on my bed. The words reverberated in my mind like a steady eerie drumbeat. With my silk nightgown snugly around me I stood in front of my rooms full-length mirror my reflection a pale uneasy stranger. My eyes stared back at me wide and nervous. I tried to summon some of my typical sarcasm but it felt thin and brittle like a bad shield against a very sharp sword. What exactly was he planning? Was it really just about obedience or was it some twisted form of dominance another one of his lessons that verged on the completely humiliating? A thousand horrifying scenarios flashed through my mind each more ridiculous and nerve-racki

IVY. The words struck me as if they were a hard cold slap across the face. After being a symphony of raw sensation a quivering jumble of pleasure and excruciating restraint my body went completely horribly still. I looked at him without blinking my eyes still wide with a mix of incredulity and a desperate lingering need. He repeated it his voice hoarse this time but firmer unquestionably final. “I said leave!”Had I heard correctly? Was he asking me to leave? Just like that? After everything he had done after making me beg writhe and shatter around him until my climax exploded into a white-hot oblivion leaving me panting and broken beneath him? Stand up. And take off. I gasped as the shock struck me with such force that it took my breath away. “Get out.” As if I were worthless. As though I were an object a disposable tissue that was used and thrown away without any further consideration. I was chilled to the core by the realization which was harsh and frigid. All of my nerve endi

IVY.The harsh frigid floor beneath me was a cruel contrast to the raging storm inside. My body trembled in a desperate rage after being violated and exhausted. The unadulterated humiliation and the overwhelming sense of being completely used and discarded were demonstrated by each sob that burst from my chest. I was left emotionally and physically bare by Sloans cruel game leaving me a shell of the person I used to be. His scent and the specter of his touch seemed to cling to my skin serving as a repulsive reminder of my apparent unworthiness all the time. My eyes burned with a dry desperate ache and I sobbed until my throat was raw. I wept until my eyes were dry and nothing remained but a deep painful emptiness. My last memory was of the darkness of my room enclosing me and the cold seeping into my bones reflecting the dark despair within me. When sleep did come it was more of a violent drowning than a gentle descent dragging me into a crippling oblivion…There was no peace in t