Chapter 6

Amidala's POV

I sat without uttering a word after Zane's tantrums. I was already used to the pain and the scolding. The harsh tunes weren't new either. Even if at some point it became unbearable, I always found a way to keep my emotions at bay and get past all the trouble. The last thing I would want was for any of them to see me succumb to their maltreatment.

Zane just stood watching as I stared back at him with my expressionless face. He probably expected me to cry and beg him for mercy and forgiveness, but my reaction to his words and actions were totally unexpected and surprising. I saw him arch his brows in surprise, and bend his lips in disgust. To him I was trash, and all trash was expected to do was bend and succumb to whatever the master had to say or what the master desired.

I could see in his eyes the burning desire to torture and hurt me the more, but unfortunately he had ran out of options. The beatings and words were simply not effective, and I was already used to the harsh labour. He wanted something new, something extraordinary; Something to torture me the more, something that would make me yield, but no matter how much he searched his mind, he just couldn't come up with the torture he wanted.

I felt kind of relieved at his unsuccessful search, but I was rejoicing too soon. All the feeling of relief had suddenly vanished the instant Mrs Kardashian walked inside the room. It almost seemed as if fate was against me. Nothing ever went my way, and as much as I hated living this way, I had accepted my reality. This was life for me and no matter how much I might try to deny it, there was no escaping reality.

Mrs Kardashian's face folded with disgust the instant her eyes found me. She was the embodiment of evil, a bully with a difference, and a complete menace. It was not news that she hated me with all that was in her, and I hated her just as much.

"What is she doing here?" She questioned Zane while taking strides towards the man whose eyes seemed to be gleaming with joy at a new discovery.

I didn't know what he was smiling about, or the why he had such joy in his eyes. All I know was that it was bad, and whatever hellish idea he had in mind, I was going to suffer it. I didn't really care. I've already taught myself to accept anything they might throw my way no matter how hard it was. They would never see me break.

"She's about to get what she deserves" Came Zane's simple but complicated reply. With the words he had just uttered, I could tell that he had something in mind, and it had already been openly admitted. I watched him pull Mrs Kardashian aside and for a minute or two, I watched them discuss in suspicious tones. They were plotting against me it was obvious. Soon enough, Mrs Kardashian was grinning just as Zane was, and before I could comprehend what was going on, Mrs Kardashian was already stripping herself.

'What? It couldn't be, they wouldn't!' My mind screamed trying to convince me. My thoughts might have lingered too far, but everything pointed to the place that it had wandered.

They were really trying to do this. They were going to sexually torture me.

"Kneel you pest!" Zane commanded and I obeyed. He bent close to my face and squeezed my cheeks in before uttering the most disgusting words he had ever said to me.

"You're going to watch and you will cheer us on. If you ever think of turning your face away, then it would be the last thing you'll ever do." He concluded before spitting on my face, and just before I could react, his tongue reached my skin and licked off the same liquid he had splattered across my face.

I had to nod to show my agreement to his words. As much as I hated my life, I still cherished living. As long as I was alive, there was hope of change and survival. I knew Zane too well to ever think he was bluffing.

I just knelt without complaints as his hands made their way into my dress. Tears streamed up in my eyes, but I refused to allow them drop. This was beyond anything they had ever done. This was sexual harassment.

He fumbled with my breasts for less than a minute before making a disgusted face and pushing me aside.

"Trash" He commented. I wasn't spectacularly busty compared to Mrs Kardashian, so I couldn't really blame him for his words. I rose from the floor and focused my eyes on the two as they both undressed and made their way to the bed while giggling at their victorious torture, and as well to the pleasure of their bare skin touching each other.

I watched as Zane's hand toyed with her breasts, while his tongue slowly progressed towards her clitoris. Mrs Kardashian arched her back and moaned at the pleasure and her expertise. It was obvious he was a guru at what he did. The movement of his tongue was unique and unlike anything I had ever seen before, but nevertheless these two were disgusting and evil, and there was no getting past that fact. I had never imagined they would actually stoop to this extent just to make me unhappy and hurt. This was unlike anything they had ever done. This was the worst punishment they had ever given me and I had no choice but to watch and cheer them as they nulled both my dignity and theirs.

He progressed back towards her nipples with his tongue and circled around them for some minutes before engulfing the entire thing into the warmth of his mouth. I could tell he savoured the softness and buoyancy of her beasts because even he let out a soft moan. He cupped the second breast with his hand and fumbled with them even more fiercely, and before Mrs Kardashian could react to the overflowing pleasure, he trust into her making her body escalate with joy and satisfaction. She let out a soft and satisfied moan before digging her fingers into his back and wrapping her legs around him while he rocked back and forth without stop, 脿nd with remarkable speed and energy. once again showing his proficiency and mastery over the art of love making.

Mrs Kardashian was moaning uncontrollably now, while whispering words I couldn't hear into Zane's ear. I could tell she wanted more, and Zane didn't hesitate to give her what she demanded. His pacing had increased and Mrs Kardashian was now almost screaming. There was nothing romantic about her at all aside from her features. She was an absolute monster in person, and in bed she was even a bigger monster.

I continued my almost inaudible Cheer while holding back my overflowing tears. At this point I knew that my cheers probably didn't matter. They were too engulfed with each other to even notice me speaking, but fear of death wouldn't let me stop.

As I spoke, I silently prayed in my heart that somebody would interrupt them and save me from the unholy scene I was forced to watch. This was beyond anything I had ever witnessed, and I already knew that this would haunt my dreams for months and probably years, but I couldn't do anything but watch. I still loved life and as long as I wanted to live, I had to do whatever they wanted no matter how much it hurts me.

This was my life and I have come to terms with it. There was no running from reality and that was the painful fact of life that everyone had to accept someday and sometime in life.

As for me I had already accepted mine and was living it without regrets. It was my fate to witness this soul shattering scene and there was no altering fate. I've come to terms with myself, and as long as I had my resolve, then my survival was assured. All I needed was a little faith, but everyday the light I saw at the end of the tunnel dwindled and it scared me.

Zane shifted his gaze towards me the instant I made an attempt to stop the cheer. I could see in his eyes satisfaction and hatred. Satisfaction from the work he was doing and hatred for me. It was plain obvious that he was enjoying himself. He derived pleasure from torturing me and with the sexual exploration that was happening, his joy had escalated.

I immediately began voicing the disgusting words that he had ordered me to say. I didn't want trouble from him any longer. He had already done enough and all I wanted right now was for them to finish and dismiss me as soon as possible.