My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My eyes turned blurry with tears, and the pain was so unbearable. He... He slapped me! I moved a little under the force of his slap. It took a few seconds to recover from it, and then I turned to look at him with my teary eyes, which were wide open in shock. He grabbed my hair without giving me a second and said in his deep dark voice, "Obey me! If you dare to deny my orders, you will go through hell-like punishments." While staring at me with those intimidating eyes that I once fell in love with, but right now, they are unrecognizable.

His obsession with power and control knew no bounds, and we were mere pawns in his grand scheme. But we refused to be victims. Armed with determination and the strength of our love, we confronted our adversary. It was a battle of wits, a clash of wills, as we fought to reclaim our lives from the clutches of this puppet master. In a climactic showdown, the truth was laid bare, and justice prevailed. The strings that bound us were severed, and the puppet master's grip on our lives was shattered. We emerged from the ordeal battered but resilient, our spirits unbroken, and our love forged in the fires of adversity.

Reign snarled. The pain radiated on my cheek, coppery blood pooling in my mouth. Reign climbed over me in disgust; I knew what he was planning. Whether I wanted to or not, Reign was going to fuck me, and Roy would follow, or he would stand there like some creep and watch the entire time. I won't break. They won't hurt me. Zeus had made it so no one could. "I loved you," he confessed, "I loved you, and you stomped on me like I was nothing.

Not of the enemy beyond the walls, or of death, but of myself. I sit curled in the window seat, arms wrapped around my knees, forehead pressed against the cold stone. The fire has long since burned low behind me, casting the chamber into deep, trembling shadows. The walls seem closer tonight. Pressing inward. Breathing with every panicked beat of my heart. I do not know how much longer I can endure this. “You were never meant to rule.” “You will lose them all.” “You are weak.” “You are powerless.” “No one has ever really loved you.”

—I tried to get out of the restraints, but just as Lale said it was impossible, no matter how much I fought they didn't give in, every time I tried to take them off they squeezed me a little more, my wrists felt numb, the pain was starting to make me feel dizzy —Stop being stubborn Alpha, you are in my domain and I have you in my power, it is impossible for you to let go, I know you are suffering, it will soon end, you will forget everything and only be true to me as your worship, I will be your goddess and your pleasure will be my strength

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“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

I roughly flipped her towards my desk and Amber instinctively knew to bend forward. "If only you were this obedient, instead of scheming little futile plots with your new toy," I grunted, angrily and clawed at her skirt, scraping her flesh in the process. She moaned with pleasure, but I could hear her pained and fearful thoughts. Aware of her disloyalty, yet delusional in this illness of the so-called 'love' she has for me.

LILA POV "Why, then, does the soul fall in love with its oppressor? For it is not the body that suffers in this union, but the spirit itself, bound by invisible chains. If love is but a reflection of the divine, then the moon goddess herself must be a cruel architect of our suffering." NO! I leaned back against the bench, my fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of my bag. The hospital hallway was silent around us, and for a moment, I thought maybe the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for me to say something, anything.

"If I am to watch my steps in your presence then you must tell me, I do not wish to disobey you?" "You do not?" A growl appeared on his face at my meek answer. "Then we will see how obedient you are, undress me." I was expecting this, still, yet color flooded into my face, so both cheeks were now equally red. He stood at akimbo, watching me with a slant smile. I hated him. Hated getting anywhere near him or touching him. And he knew that was the reason he was doing this. This was just another punishment. Treating me no better than an Omega- no, more like a slave. His personal slave.