"Stop crying" I jumped from my seat as his deep voice commanded me darkly. I quickly wiped the tear I didn't know I had shed and looked up at him. He looks at the bowl and smiles. "I was hoping you touched it. That would have given me another reason to play with you. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer."This is what he wants. To hurt and control my mind, for fear of him to cloud my vision and to cower at just the mere thought of him. Stone is not a regular man. I genuinely believe that he was born evil."Good to see you finally moving around. I thought I had killed you," he says nonchalantly, staring at me."Why are you doing this, Stone." I managed to ask, even though I knew his reasons. I just couldn't comprehend it. I know I'm pathetic, but why does he have to hurt me like this.He ignored my question. "I expect you to be on your knees by the foot of the bed when I walk into this room and a proper greeting from my wife." He said, casually looking at me. Why is he calling m
"Disobedience, it makes me happy Sierra, and you're going to find out why." He stated darkly, taking off his blazer. My heart thumped rapidly against my chest as I clutched the bedsheets tightly. When he started marching toward the bed where I was sitting, at first, my body froze in fear as a natural response to him. When I was finally able to scoot away, he was already right in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out handcuffs. The thought of having these cuffs around my wrist again drove me out of control, and I started kicking him as they were the only weapon I could use at the moment. I must've caught him off guard when my leg kicked him straight between his legs.He released my arms, and I rolled off under him. Dropping to the floor, I looked at the door and bolted for it.A scream tore from me as I was picked up and lifted off my feet. He roughly threw me on his shoulder, and I fought harder. "Let me go!" I screamed and trashed around, kicking my legs and thr
"Not bad, I like it. I'll be expecting a real kiss next time." He walked around me and sat on the bed. "Come here" my heart drops to my ass every time he says that phrase. I never know what he thinks when he says it, but it's usually to beat the fuck out of me.I limp towards him. Careful not to put too much pressure on my bandage foot. I sat on his lap sideways, just like I always do. His arm securely wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. He placed a kiss on the side of my head, the side of my face, and my neck. His lips lingered on my neck more than usual. But I felt the effects of his warm lips shooting up my core.After getting my foot hammered to the ground, things changed. I really have given up. Just the thought of running away scares me now.His lips were warm, and his soft breath blew against my skin. His proximity allowed me to feel every bit of his body warmth, and I couldn't help but notice my body leaning more into him. My fear of Stone has skyrocketed.
My body felt numb and alive at the same time. The tiny little specks of shock shooting throughout my body wouldn't stop. Nothing ever stops, not the pain, the pleasure, and certainly not the fear. The fear that I have of Stone is almost second nature to me. It increases with each passing second, and I get frightened that at some point, it might become all I know; I might fall into a scary world where all I feel is fear of my husband.It brings tears of sadness and a bit of joy as I recognize that I've lost myself to Stone. It makes me happy because I will no longer fantasize about my life without him- it always leads me into trouble. The thought that there could be life out there for me without him always drives me to make foolish choices in hopes of getting away from him; In the end, I get hurt, really, really bad.A life where I am utterly submissive to Stone is much better than a life where I fight for the impossible. I can't escape him. I could never get away from him. He made tha
The bed is warm and soft. The scent of Stone's manly cologne invaded my senses. It was more intense than before. I wouldn't doubt he was in the room; his presence wouldn't let me forget about him, not even for a second. For the past weeks, I would wake up wrapped in his arms, where he would later proceed to fuck my brains out and make me feel complicated feelings. I felt his hand caressing my face; moments later, a pair of lips softly pressed on mine. The atmosphere around the room felt different, warm. The air didn't feel suffocating. And the bed definitely was different. It was soft and fluffy compared to the one I'd been sleeping on for the past months. My eyes fluttered open, needing to see why the atmosphere had changed. I was met with a pair of dark eyes staring back at me. My body shivered, and shocks shot up my body due to our proximity, an effect he left on me from our constant sex. My eyes scan the room, and I realize I am back in our room. I was out? Stone had finally tak
I stood silently over, reading the names written on the tombstone. At least Stone was kind enough to bury them and let my dad, Avery, and Danny rest in peace. I was scared to face the three people who were the cause of the guilt eating me inside; I still feel like running away and crying in a corner whenever I think about them. The events of when Stone broke the news that he killed them still runs through my head—that was the worst day for me to be alive because of what he had put me through.For the past month that I have been released from hell, I feel like I have entered a new one, Except this one was much prettier and more luxurious. My fear of Stone has genuinely taken a toll on my body, being so close to him all the time, having to see his face when I first wake up in the morning. Everything was triggering to me.I am surviving only because of my kids, but even then, I had a hard time adjusting to suddenly seeing them, they're my babies, but I feel so distant from them. I tried
"You're all dismissed," I finally decided to end this meeting that's keeping me away from my little family for so long. They know from my tone that I am satisfied and approve of our process. I pay these people well for a reason, so I only need to work when I want a full report. It isn't surprising to say that I am the happiest man on earth. I have two loving children, a beautiful obedient wife, control, and most importantly, an empire for my family to rule over for generations to come. My eyes stayed glued on Sierra as the sound of chairs being pushed back into place echoed in the room, and soon the door closed, erasing all signs of this meeting. "Stone, you broke the poor girl. The twins should use some of your techniques on their girlfriend. I heard she's been giving them a hard time" I looked over at Jonas, who sat across from me with his eyes on me as he talked about Sierra. Seems like everyone is finding their soulmates at the moment. Good luck to them with taming their little s
A few months later Sierra POV Change, what is change? I am very familiar with the verb. It has happened all my life. I have never stayed in one place for too long; here I was for the final time moving. Moving to a new life, a new beginning, and a new setting. The background change will do me good. I needed a new place away from that house; Stone didn't mind when I talked to him about wanting a new house. He had only smiled at me, stating, "Whatever my wife wants." It took a few weeks to renovate the new house how I wanted, but ultimately, it's done. I was excited to spend some time outside in the big garden house in the backyard. I try to spend as much time outside as I can. Maybe it's because of the time I spent confined in that white room with not even a speck of sunlight. I tore my gaze from the window and looked at the back seat where my twins were fast asleep. We'd been driving for over two hours now; they were sleepy. A small smile made its way onto my lips, and I looked over
A few months later Sierra POV Change, what is change? I am very familiar with the verb. It has happened all my life. I have never stayed in one place for too long; here I was for the final time moving. Moving to a new life, a new beginning, and a new setting. The background change will do me good. I needed a new place away from that house; Stone didn't mind when I talked to him about wanting a new house. He had only smiled at me, stating, "Whatever my wife wants." It took a few weeks to renovate the new house how I wanted, but ultimately, it's done. I was excited to spend some time outside in the big garden house in the backyard. I try to spend as much time outside as I can. Maybe it's because of the time I spent confined in that white room with not even a speck of sunlight. I tore my gaze from the window and looked at the back seat where my twins were fast asleep. We'd been driving for over two hours now; they were sleepy. A small smile made its way onto my lips, and I looked over
"You're all dismissed," I finally decided to end this meeting that's keeping me away from my little family for so long. They know from my tone that I am satisfied and approve of our process. I pay these people well for a reason, so I only need to work when I want a full report. It isn't surprising to say that I am the happiest man on earth. I have two loving children, a beautiful obedient wife, control, and most importantly, an empire for my family to rule over for generations to come. My eyes stayed glued on Sierra as the sound of chairs being pushed back into place echoed in the room, and soon the door closed, erasing all signs of this meeting. "Stone, you broke the poor girl. The twins should use some of your techniques on their girlfriend. I heard she's been giving them a hard time" I looked over at Jonas, who sat across from me with his eyes on me as he talked about Sierra. Seems like everyone is finding their soulmates at the moment. Good luck to them with taming their little s
I stood silently over, reading the names written on the tombstone. At least Stone was kind enough to bury them and let my dad, Avery, and Danny rest in peace. I was scared to face the three people who were the cause of the guilt eating me inside; I still feel like running away and crying in a corner whenever I think about them. The events of when Stone broke the news that he killed them still runs through my head—that was the worst day for me to be alive because of what he had put me through.For the past month that I have been released from hell, I feel like I have entered a new one, Except this one was much prettier and more luxurious. My fear of Stone has genuinely taken a toll on my body, being so close to him all the time, having to see his face when I first wake up in the morning. Everything was triggering to me.I am surviving only because of my kids, but even then, I had a hard time adjusting to suddenly seeing them, they're my babies, but I feel so distant from them. I tried
The bed is warm and soft. The scent of Stone's manly cologne invaded my senses. It was more intense than before. I wouldn't doubt he was in the room; his presence wouldn't let me forget about him, not even for a second. For the past weeks, I would wake up wrapped in his arms, where he would later proceed to fuck my brains out and make me feel complicated feelings. I felt his hand caressing my face; moments later, a pair of lips softly pressed on mine. The atmosphere around the room felt different, warm. The air didn't feel suffocating. And the bed definitely was different. It was soft and fluffy compared to the one I'd been sleeping on for the past months. My eyes fluttered open, needing to see why the atmosphere had changed. I was met with a pair of dark eyes staring back at me. My body shivered, and shocks shot up my body due to our proximity, an effect he left on me from our constant sex. My eyes scan the room, and I realize I am back in our room. I was out? Stone had finally tak
My body felt numb and alive at the same time. The tiny little specks of shock shooting throughout my body wouldn't stop. Nothing ever stops, not the pain, the pleasure, and certainly not the fear. The fear that I have of Stone is almost second nature to me. It increases with each passing second, and I get frightened that at some point, it might become all I know; I might fall into a scary world where all I feel is fear of my husband.It brings tears of sadness and a bit of joy as I recognize that I've lost myself to Stone. It makes me happy because I will no longer fantasize about my life without him- it always leads me into trouble. The thought that there could be life out there for me without him always drives me to make foolish choices in hopes of getting away from him; In the end, I get hurt, really, really bad.A life where I am utterly submissive to Stone is much better than a life where I fight for the impossible. I can't escape him. I could never get away from him. He made tha
"Not bad, I like it. I'll be expecting a real kiss next time." He walked around me and sat on the bed. "Come here" my heart drops to my ass every time he says that phrase. I never know what he thinks when he says it, but it's usually to beat the fuck out of me.I limp towards him. Careful not to put too much pressure on my bandage foot. I sat on his lap sideways, just like I always do. His arm securely wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. He placed a kiss on the side of my head, the side of my face, and my neck. His lips lingered on my neck more than usual. But I felt the effects of his warm lips shooting up my core.After getting my foot hammered to the ground, things changed. I really have given up. Just the thought of running away scares me now.His lips were warm, and his soft breath blew against my skin. His proximity allowed me to feel every bit of his body warmth, and I couldn't help but notice my body leaning more into him. My fear of Stone has skyrocketed.
"Disobedience, it makes me happy Sierra, and you're going to find out why." He stated darkly, taking off his blazer. My heart thumped rapidly against my chest as I clutched the bedsheets tightly. When he started marching toward the bed where I was sitting, at first, my body froze in fear as a natural response to him. When I was finally able to scoot away, he was already right in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out handcuffs. The thought of having these cuffs around my wrist again drove me out of control, and I started kicking him as they were the only weapon I could use at the moment. I must've caught him off guard when my leg kicked him straight between his legs.He released my arms, and I rolled off under him. Dropping to the floor, I looked at the door and bolted for it.A scream tore from me as I was picked up and lifted off my feet. He roughly threw me on his shoulder, and I fought harder. "Let me go!" I screamed and trashed around, kicking my legs and thr
"Stop crying" I jumped from my seat as his deep voice commanded me darkly. I quickly wiped the tear I didn't know I had shed and looked up at him. He looks at the bowl and smiles. "I was hoping you touched it. That would have given me another reason to play with you. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer."This is what he wants. To hurt and control my mind, for fear of him to cloud my vision and to cower at just the mere thought of him. Stone is not a regular man. I genuinely believe that he was born evil."Good to see you finally moving around. I thought I had killed you," he says nonchalantly, staring at me."Why are you doing this, Stone." I managed to ask, even though I knew his reasons. I just couldn't comprehend it. I know I'm pathetic, but why does he have to hurt me like this.He ignored my question. "I expect you to be on your knees by the foot of the bed when I walk into this room and a proper greeting from my wife." He said, casually looking at me. Why is he calling m
Time is slow. Everything around me moves in slow motion. I feel cold, like a falling leaf from its tree in autumn. My body shivered, not due to the room temperature. The room was rather warm. The weakness and loneliness I had succumbed into forced my body to shiver. As if I were walking in the middle of a snowstorm.It's striking to me how everything seems so warm at the moment, yet my body shivers. My eyes scan the room for anything that looks cozy and warm, thinking that if I keep my eyes on it, I can somehow compare its warmth to a person.I need to touch something. I wish for my legs and hands to be free. To be able to hug myself. I am afraid my hands will fall off my body if cuffed like this for even one more hour. I will no longer have an arm if the devil doesn't come to free me. I hate him and wish to be far away from him, yet I find my eyes traveling to the door every passing hour, hoping he will come and set me free.I know if he comes down here, it will be most likely to puni