The woman screamed, her voice hoarse, the high-pitched sound that seemed to come from deep in her throat. She is shouting something. I wonder if that's his name. For some reason, that thought made me extremely angry. Here I am, right here, in this place, tied to a damn bedpost like an object while another woman screams his name. No doubt it was the intense orgasms. Yet I must call him Master. I have no right to call his name. Even at the top, which I wouldn't do if I did, that's not the point. She screams again and this time I can't stop myself from moaning his name out loud, not in ecstasy like hers, but in pain. I had never called his name before, and hadn't realized it until now. Ever since I came here, I always think about each passing day. In my head, he was Eric, always, but I never let his name escape my lips. I spoke up again, challenging myself to call his name a little louder, forcing myself to stay ahead of the competition. More aches came, they were heavy, warm and wet be
Time goes on and on. I never heard from that woman again, but often wondered what had happened to her. My life became monotonous, filled only with Eric, punishments, occasional orgasms, and endless darkness. It's been a long time since I've seen the sun, or the moon, or any light that doesn't come from a candle or a night light. I lost track of the date. Usually I can tell from the times he delivers the food, not anymore. Now that I know, Eric feeds me whatever he thinks I should, at whatever hours he thinks fit. I'm slowly losing. If only I had a little sense of time, I would be able to…don't know…do something. Eventually, I became so angry that I removed the night light from the wall and threw it as hard as I could, listening to it shatter. I almost cried for hours in the pitch-black night, afraid to take off the night light in the bathroom and move it, because I certainly wouldn't be able to find the latch. Peering through the slit under the door, I hoped to see something, but all
With deft fingers, he managed to lock my wrists between the bars of the bed. My body tensed, preparing to fight. His weight left the bed. Then I heard him undressing. This time is different. Very different. I pulled the rope. "Please, do not." I couldn't stop myself from speaking up. He prepared very slowly. I looked into the dark space around me, trying to catch his hazy form more clearly. My blood vessels throbbed in my ears and fear seemed to be in the air. His weight caused the bed to shift, and it was immediately clear to me that what was about to happen was inevitable. He pressed his bare chest against my bare back, his weight almost crushing me. “Do you want to be my lover, Kitten? Is that why you called out my name?” I struggled frantically, trying to push him off my back and tug at his bound wrists. Worse than useless. I feel him harden between my thighs. And I lay motionless. He's completely naked. He had never been completely naked before. I sobbed on the bed sheet. He d
With each passing day, I become more vulnerable than the day before. With each passing day, he robs me of more of my sense of self. And now, he's taken the last piece of it, the last piece of me. But who would that make me? A spin-off of him? A new person? I do not know. Don't want to know either. He leaned over and kissed my tears away. But he still didn't move. Taking over my body wasn't enough, he wanted to rape my mind as well. That worked. I want him to be kind to me. Kiss Me. Make it good for me. I was afraid of getting hurt, and once again sought his protection. What a mistake! And then he took me. In all my life, I have never felt anything like this. The feeling hit me, making me dizzy, as if my mind couldn't keep up with how I should react. My whole body shakes and vibrates around him as he stabs me again and again, and yet, there's a sickening pleasure still present. It rose within me and begged to be released. Will it always be like this? Would it feel like this if he to
The door slowly opened, and Eric's shadow, looking less intimidating than it was obvious, was surrounded by light from the room behind him. I must admit I was extremely relieved when I saw him. Eric. I stopped myself before I could say his name, and took a deep breath instead. Sit down…wait. He stood by the door, then leaned on it leisurely. What looked like a silk nightgown lay casually in his left hand. I stared as he held it up to me. Tired, I tried to make out his expression in the dark. Another damn game? If that's the case, then this is the most cruel game. “What, Kitten? Are you going to put it on or have you finally gotten over the fun or the sentimentality?” I waited for the next sarcasm to come out, but he just looked at me questioningly. I walked over to him and grabbed his shirt, sure to meet resistance. But that didn't happen, so I fell forward, my cheek touching his chest for a brief moment before straightening up again. He laughed, an almost…sweet smile. The fabric is
Dazed, I stared out into the night. Reaching through the bars, wishing they didn't exist, I touched the window frame, the warm glass. The scene was so quiet and difficult to identify; the moon is nowhere to be seen. I wonder if it's because of this inert, dark landscape that he's allowed me out tonight - there's no telling where the hell I am. Maybe I'm just three blocks from where I live, or I'm in a completely different country. That thought tormented me, Mexico is so close to California, yet so far away from any hope of being saved. Eric's voice broke into my thoughts, "Are you hungry?" he said from behind me, far behind. I didn't look back at him, just absorbed in my shadow outside, distracted by everything. I managed to say, "Something like that". “Well, that 'kind of' is a yes or no question. I would be very grateful if you could answer more clearly, and face me when you talk.” I took my eyes off the window and looked at him. He put a big smile on his face again. It was that s
“I have five brothers,” I said, determined not to tell him about my sisters. He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “And you are…?” "Oldest sister." He leaned back in his chair and stared at me, piercing me with his dark eyes as if he knew things I didn't, and was thoroughly amused by it. "And your parents?" Why did he suddenly care? “Only my mother. My father passed away a long time ago.” "Is he gone?" he asked, almost cautiously. “No,” I replied, irritated, “just…just go away.” "So your brothers are brothers from different fathers?" “Um…several different fathers.” I look down at my plate again, pushing the food around, trying not to think about him looking at me. “Your mother has children with more than one man?” he sounded… not very agreeable. Shaking his head slightly, he whispered under his breath, "Western." Then again, his eyes darted to mine, “How does that make you feel?” What are you? My Psychiatrist? "I do not know. I guess I don't really care." “
I look away, take a sip of my beer, pick up my fork, and stuff a huge scoop of food into my mouth. If the mouth is full, there is no need to talk anymore. We sat in silence for several minutes, only the sound of chewing food and drinking beer. I stare at my fork, my metal fork, for a little too long because when the feeling of being watched rises, I look up. Eric just smiled at me. He was challenging me to use it as a weapon. It was strange to discover that I was learning his smile patterns. I must be a little drunk because the world around me seems to be, I don't know, swaying? For reasons that were incomprehensible at the time, I was forced to repeat a question… carefully. In the past he has vowed to do whatever he wants with me, but has never made it clear what that might be. Was what happened between the two of us the worst? I found myself surprisingly full of hope. "Owner?" I stop. When he said nothing, I continued. “What happened… is that all you were going to do to me?” The qu
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back