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“You are making me curious,” I said with a smile. “Haha, are you ready to see yourself, ma’am?” She questioned me from behind with a chuckle. “Yes,” I said, and when she was about to remove her hands, I remembered something and stopped her. “Wait, he is the one who wanted me to get drunk, right? So before I see myself, let him look at me,” I said. “Ok, ma’am. As you wish, let me call the master,” she said, and I asked her to take me there as I didn’t want to miss his expressions. They turned me around, and after making sure I was not facing the mirror, she removed her hands from my eyes, and we walked to his cabin. He is working seriously and looking more handsome, making me drool over him. I was shocked to experience the change in my feelings towards him. He didn’t lift his head or turn to me. I coughed to grab his attention. “There is water in the room. Get it,” he ordered without lifting his head, and I got annoyed with his reaction. The woman and her assistant were trying to c
“About me. I want you to know every detail about me. Everything in the sense of every tiny detail,” he said. I felt the sincerity in his words. My heart ached to see him like that.“Say what you want to say. But, trust me, I don’t think it would make any difference to me about you, as I have already seen your devil side,” I commented, to which he kept a poker face, nodding his head.“Bad joke, but you are true. "You have seen my cruel side, but there are still some things you do not want to hear, and I will still say them," he said, and I nodded.Third-person POV:"Who are you? Where is my mom? Why am I here?” A 13-year-old boy was questioned, looking around with fear. After coming back from school, he took some food and felt drowsy. So he slept and by the time he woke up, he was in a huge room, clearly indicating that it wasn’t his home as he lives in a very small home where there are only two rooms.The walls were painted black and red, sending shivers down his spine; the room was f
I never had peaceful days, even with my mother but she never hit me. I know she is rude; she is a drug addict and consumes a lot of alcohol. Even after alcohol had an effect on her and she was not in her right mind, she never raised her hand at me. She only tortures me mentally but when she is in my senses, I would say she is a great mother.The next day, I awoke with a lot of body pains that made me want to miss school, but I forced myself out of bed, knowing that if she changed her mind, I would lose this opportunity, which I did not want to risk. I took a hot shower after making my way to the restroom with the help of a wall. The shower helped me relax and feel rejuvenated, only to realize I had not brought a towel or my dress with me. Even though there is no one else in the room, I cannot go out naked because there is always the possibility that someone will walk in unannounced.I cautiously opened the door to the bathroom just a crack and peered out to see that nobody was there,
My mom was sitting on the lap of another man and that was too naked. I felt uneasy seeing her like that, so I turned around and put the nearby vase on the floor to grab her attention. I heard some movements behind me and I didn’t turn around to know. After a good 5 minutes, my mother came in front of me and looked at me with her bloodshot eyes. “Why are you here?” She inquired abruptly, which caught me off guard because I had anticipated that she would be sleeping or exhibiting another reaction after glancing at me. "Mom, are you aware of her identity? Have you left me where you came from? Are you fine, mom?” I asked her, ignoring the fact that she was sleeping with another man. “Why are you here? Don’t you ever dare to come here?" I am content without you; in fact, I sold you to her for money after obtaining use of you for the first time; in exchange, he gave me money." She then repelled my hand gestures and led me away from the scene. My mind was struck by the word "sell.". "Ins
As a result of my mother's words, I no longer hesitate to confront the darkness that has already enveloped me. Even though she hates me, I love her, and no one can change that fact. I sat there in the darkness, looking into nowhere. I don’t know how much time I spent there, lost in my own world and with my own thoughts.I came out of my thoughts at the sound of someone opening the door. I turned my head to look who it was but when the door opened, I couldn’t take the light so I closed my eyes, and after two good minutes, I opened my eyes and looked at the person who was standing in front of me.“Come, ma'am, you asked me to get you in front of her." The person helped me stand up and when I was standing, I could hear the sound of my bones stretching.“For how many hours am I here?” I questioned him, trying to make my body straight.“Hours? You are here for two days, not hours,” he answered, looking at me pitifully.“Oh,” I muttered, not knowing how to react. I am not feeling hungry or
“No, no, don’t do that. Please stop; don’t kill my mother,” I pleaded with her.“I won’t kill your mother unless you obey me; otherwise, I don’t think twice about killing her, as you know I don’t care about anyone or anything,” she said and I looked at her. There was no emotion or truth, and her expression made me learn that she isn’t joking or just giving me a warning; she is saying the truth.“Don’t think much if you want your mother to be alive. Accept my condition or else be ready to lose her." She locked me in a situation where it was do or die but in this case, my mother was in the die position so I didn’t have any other choice but to nod my head.“I want to hear it by words, not by your head nod,” she warned.“I will do as you say; don’t do anything to her,” I answered.“Good,” she said and she immediately dialed a number from her mobile.“Come back, but keep an eye on her. If she tries to approach him or if he tries to reach there, inform me immediately." She ordered her men i
“All the rich kids drink. You never drank because your mother couldn’t afford to buy it for you.” “No, my mom said it’s not for kids. So she never brought that,” I answered her. "Now that you are not a kid anymore and a teenager just has a glass, nothing will happen,” she said but I denied it. The next minute, she got up from her seat, walked towards me, and pulled my hair with her hands. "Ahh!" I screamed in pain and when I opened my mouth in pain she poured wine into my mouth. “Gulp,” she ordered, pouting continuously. I felt pain in my throat without having any option. I gulped it. The taste was sour but when it went down my throat, I felt good. She made me drink half of the bottle without letting me breathe. "I am unable to breathe,” I managed to say in between and hearing it, she stopped and kept the bottle on the table. “From now on, don’t ever say no if I ask you to do something; otherwise, you have to face more cruel consequences,” she warned and I just nodded my head. Af
After that, she made me sleep on the bed and climbed on to the OT. She removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed. She slept on her back and then asked me to come near her. “Finger me,” she ordered and I looked at her, not knowing what she meant. She extended her legs widely before exposing her clitoral region and seizing my hand. She then pushed my hands toward her. Later, she guided me and made me fuck her. I didn’t like it and I pleaded with her to leave me but she never paid any heed to my pleadings or cries. As the days passed, she used to have many other trails on me by handcuffing me using vibrators. In between, she used to hug me with a belt. I started to endure everything, as when I tried to rebel back at her, she made my mother meet with an accident and that too in front of my eyes. She was badly injured and only after pleading with her and making sure that I wouldn’t ever rebel did she give in and help her get fully treated. Days turned into weeks and the weeks turned i