Chapter 4

I forced myself up, and ignoring the pain in my knees, clambered up the nearby bed.

In my mind, it concerned me he was going to tear me apart again. Ever since I stopped seeing Jacques come for me, he had likely departed on his trip as well. I heard from the guards’ chattering that he had left to conquer some territories and only today I had known that he had left for his impending marriage.

Not that it would help me. The only way I could stay alive was to not die. After waking up from the dream with my injuries somewhat healed, I felt calmer and thought more rationally. Even though I had no explanation for it, I suspected it was the childish version of Milanda- the witch. What she had done to me had helped me.

After I successfully left this place, I would plot my revenge, I swore silently. Closing my eyes, I wished for an escape from what I expected would happen next, but my wish didn’t come true. Instead, I winced from a pain across my cheek. The Master had slapped me.

“Don’t you close your eyes, my dear slave. I want you to keep your eyes open and enjoy what you have in front of you.”

How could I possibly enjoy when every image I had in my mind of him was undoubtedly torture?

I opened my eyes and forced myself to focus on his naked body. He wasn’t an ugly person, but he was cruel and scary. The first time he had me, they had drugged me, although I felt his hard entrance as painfully as ever. But every time after that, I was sober. His men were worse than him, reckless and many. I was not a virgin since I had given my first time to a man I thought loved me when I was dating him in high school. But even then, every man I dated had treated me with utmost care and affection.

His men had pounced on me like animals. I eventually got used to the idea of them taking turns to have their way with me, and it was never just one person at a time. I forgot the meaning of pleasure. Everything was horribly painful for me.

Taking out his knife, he cut through the dress, followed by tearing off my underwear, while mumbling about how distasteful his guard had been in getting me a dress that didn’t expose my female bits enough. I tried to brush aside his words and just focus on satisfying him orally, but it didn’t happen. He started roping my arms and legs to the bedposts.

“Slave, you will stay still and listen to my orders.”

My vision blurred. My r*pist turned out to have this sort of fetish. I just nodded weakly. Better the Master than all his lackeys. I didn’t know how long I could withstand them before they tore me apart. 

I heard Sis Landa, no, witch Landa’s voice in my head. I couldn’t have imagined it, I thought. 

“Satisfy him tonight, at all means.”

I didn’t have any choices right now, being bound up like that in front of him. So, I yielded. 

“Master, I will listen.”

My obeisance pleasured him, because he began his magic. Without closing my eyes, I visualised him as Syl. He was the only man I had loved with all my heart and with time; he had shown me how he loved me back even more. 

It worked, and I moaned with pleasure as the Master slipped an object between my legs. I had never used a vibrator before and it made me get out of control when he started working the remote that he had in his hand.

I didn’t dare question why he was now playing with me slowly after how he had r*ped me with no concern for lubrication weeks ago. After some minutes, he took the string of the vibrator and pulled it out of me. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, exposing how needy I was at that moment. Without saying a word, he slid inside me.

I let out another moan, this time of surprise. He filled me with his entire length, a feeling I thought I would never experience again.

It had actually felt wholesome when he wasn’t taking me by force; I realised. Snapping out of my stupor, I reminded myself that this was the Master, Lenard Lee, the man who had caused me so much pain. Watching this handsome, seductive face with thick eyebrows, eyes that called out to you and a smile that would linger in one’s mind for a long time, just brought up those harrowing images in my mind. 

No matter how attractive this man was, it would not change the fact he was my tormentor and r*pist, and the cause for me to be in such a state. I would feel nothing for him.

But my desires overrode my emotions instead, and I submitted, bearing in mind that I was only acting on Milanda’s instructions. My body was already reacting on its own, betraying my soul. I didn't even want him to pleasure me. I had just wanted to make him believe I was submitting to him, as this weaved the path for my ultimate plan.

He untied me afterwards, although he hadn’t finished with me. 

“Get on all fours and face the other way,” he ordered. I did as I was told, not wishing to dwell on it further. His hands slipped up my bust and groped me tenderly before he took me quickly from behind.

“Milanda…” He heaved a sigh, calling out her name.

Milanda? What was his connection with the woman?

I remained silent. He disengaged and flipped me down onto my back, ramming himself inside me zealously until I thought I was going to explode.

Every time he was done, he would never go limp, and he just continued partaking of his pleasures from me each time.

After three hours, he was finally ‘done’. Nervously, I put on my underwear and got ready to leave the room, but his hand on my shoulder halted me.

“You will spend the night here, slave.”

But why? 

Though I didn’t voice my questions, he added, “You will stay in my chambers and accompany me until Jacques returns with what he promised me.”

“Will you really release me if Jacques does?” I asked uneasily in a hamster voice.

“I will have to,” he sounded firm yet reluctant. His arm tightened around my waist. “Until then, you are to serve me at my beck and call. You belong to me.”

I shivered at his mention of the word ‘serve’. From his r*pe victim, he had made me his sex slave. But I would rather be this than for him to treat me as savagely as he did in the past.

But nothing hurts more than having to live seeing the face of my r*pist, even if he kills me with kindness. I don’t ask when Jacques will return with what the Master wants, and just remain silent as I lay beside the Master in bed.

A feeling deep inside me tells me it will be soon.