First Command

Chapter Two : First Command

Lena

The morning was barely breaking, and the elements of light barely filtered through the sides of the thick curtains, but the house was quiet, dark, and foreboding. I had hardly slept, my mind plagued by the reality of what I'd agreed to, and the man I was indebted to.

A knock came to my door, loud and heavy, impatient. Opening it with a racing heart, I found one of Damian's men waiting for me on the other side-a stone-faced giant of a man who didn't say a word. He merely cocked his head toward the hall, clearly meaning for me to follow.

I followed him down the long, circling corridors, my feet growing heavier with each step. It was as if I were being taken into the mouth of something dark and monstrous. The quiet, the heavy silence, seemed to pulse around me and fill me with dread.

We finally stopped in front of a broad, double-door entrance. Without making any noise, the guard opened it, gesturing for me to go inside alone. I pushed my legs forward, although everything inside me was shrieking to turn and run. The door shut behind me-the sound just like a cell slamming. Damian was waiting.

He sat on the edge of his bed, silhouetted against the soft, grayish light seeping through the heavy curtains. His manner was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp and unyielding; it studied me, as if I were a sort of prey caught within his trap. The air felt thick with tension, suffocating.

"Lena," he greeted, his voice soft like silk but edged with something darker. "You're here to serve me. Every way I see fit."

I was unable to move, to even breathe as he spoke. His gaze, sweeping over me cold and calculating, caused my skin to prickle under the intensity of it. I knew this was going to happen, that from the second I accepted him, being here, face-to-face, feeling the weight of his expectation. was too much to bear.

"Yeah" I said, shaking, "What do you want?"

"I want you on my bed"

I swallowed; my voice barely above a whisper. "You… you mean you want me for… for sex?

He cocked an eyebrow, seeming to be greatly amused. "Is that a surprise?"

 

My cheeks flushed as I looked away, trying to compose myself. "I… I never have been with anyone."

I hated how small my voice sounded. I hated how vulnerable I felt under his gaze, but words slipped out before I could help it. My chest was tight as I waited for his response, a mixture of shame and fear twisting in my stomach.

For an instant, something quivered in Damian's eyes, a flash of surprise, it seemed, but it was there and then nothing. He leant forward; his gaze punctured.

"And that matters why?" he asked with cold politeness. His tone dismissed my fears, my inexperience. "You signed yourself over to me, Lena. Or did you think I was interested in your services to clean the floors? or do any house chores?"

I took a shaky breath, the reality of my situation washing over me like a wave. I had no power here, no control. But I couldn't give in to him like this, not when it meant giving away something so deeply personal. I clenched my fists at my sides, calling on whatever strength I had left.

"This isn't something I can just… give you," I said, trying to force my voice to remain steady. I raised my eyes to his and hoped he could sense the desperation in them. "Please… let me find some other way to make it up to you. I will work day and night. I will find a way to get the money somehow. Just… please."

He dragged me harder over to his bed and force me to remove all my clothes.

He off his clothes too, he wanted to insert his dick on my p*ssy, but there was no space, it was block.

"Please... I am.... I am a virgin" I said shaking"

Damian watched me in silence, his face hardening with every word I said as he pushed me away, disappointedly. His eyes turned cold, his lips pressed into a thin line as he seemed to weigh my plea against his interest. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with impatience.

"You think I care if you're ready? " he asked, the edge of a blade in his voice. "You agreed to my terms, and you'll see them out." He leaned back a fraction, his eyes never leaving hers, his regard like unbending steel. "And let me make one thing very clear. The second you deny me anything, the deal is off. All that debt will come right back onto you, with interest.

A tear had fallen down my cheek, and then I brushed it away, hating how powerless I felt in front of him. I had never thought this would be how it went-that I'd beg for mercy from a man who acted like he just didn't care how terrified and desperate I was.

Damian allowed his eyes to flick to the tear, and a faint narrowing of his eyebrow betrayed him. But just as quickly, his gaze was steely again, seeming to steel himself against even that weakness. Standing tall, his towering presence threw a shadow over me as he took a step closer, forcing me to look up at him.

"You're pathetic," he whispered, and there was a bite to his voice. "You think the tears would somehow change things? They won't. You signed yourself over to me, Lena. You're mine. And excuses, or for that matter, resistance, are not tolerated.

I bit my lip, holding the sob back. The room seemed too small, too oppressive. I wanted to scream and run, to get out of this place, but I was trapped. Trapped in a deal that I had never really comprehended and at the mercy of a man who saw me as little more than a possession.

I summoned up what little bits of courage I had left and looked up at him, my eyes pleading. "Please… give me time. I… I just can't do this.

Damian's eyes flashed, but his face remained granite-hard. Finally, he exhaled a slow, exasperated breath and stepped back. "Fine," he bit out, the word sharp with anger. "Get out and clean the rooms. But let's get one thing straight," he added, his voice going low and dangerous. "I expect nothing but compliance, Lena. You'll do anything I tell you to. And sooner or later, I'll come to collect on every single part of this deal.

I nodded quickly, relief and dread swirling inside me, as I back-pedaled, stumbling a little as I turned toward the door. I didn't turn around as I left, my legs weak and shaky. The moment the door closed behind me, a sob racked my body. I bit my fist off to muffle the sound as my body shook with sobs, sliding down against the wall.

In that instant, I knew what dark dimension I had fallen into. Damian would get whatever he wanted, whatever the way. And no matter how hard I tried to resist, I was his for as long as he decided. There was no escape, only survival.