Chapter 2

"Why are you doing this? Why should you choose me? Why, sir? Why?" Yara asked again in a hoarse voice, looking at Damian hatefully.

Damian smirked. "Because I was sure you were a virgin."

Yara was shocked. Her eyes widened at the answer. "What? You're crazy! You have nothing to do with it!" she shouted, trying to move away, but Damian was faster.

He grabbed a chain with a leather collar from a small bedside table. Without saying much, he wrapped it around Yara's neck like a dog.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me! You've gone too far!" yelled Yara, her body writhing in an attempt to resist.

But Damian didn't care. He pulled the end of the chain with his strong hands until Yara was dragged towards the bed. Yara's breath caught, her body trembling with fear mixed with anger.

"Listen, Yara. You must know your place. From now on, you are mine, whether as a servant or more than that," Damian said in a low but threatening tone.

Yara shook her head violently, tears beginning to flow. "No! I don't agree! You have no right to do this!"

Then, Damian took the handcuffs from the table and quickly handcuffed Yara's hands to the headboard. His movements were so fast that Yara had no time to resist.

"Damian, stop! You can't treat me like this!" Yara continued to plead, but Damian just shook his head slowly.

"I can do whatever I want, Yara. You signed that contract. You're the one who entered into this game. So don't blame me if I play my part."

Yara took a deep breath, trying hard to control the fear that gripped her. "Please don't, sir! Let me go. You lied to me! You tricked me!" 

Damian leaned closer, bending down until his face was only inches from Yara's. His dark eyes looked directly into Yara's tear-stained eyes. "Stop crying. Tears won't save you. If you obey, I might treat you better."

Yara bit her lip, holding back the tears that were about to break free. "Damian, please..." Her voice trembled, but Damian showed no mercy.  

"You think I'll melt with your crying? You're sadly mistaken, Yara." With one swift motion, he undid the top button of Yara's shirt, making the girl gasp and turn her face away.

"You really are like a monster!" exclaimed Yara, trying to kick despite her bound body.

Damian just chuckled. "Maybe. But this monster is the one who paid for your mom's surgery, right?"

His words pierced Yara's heart like a sharp knife. Damian was capitalizing on her weakness—her love and sacrifice for her mother. In her heart, Yara prayed that this would all end soon.

But that night, no one heard her prayers. Damian destroyed her pride, taking her virginity without mercy. Her tears flowed freely, but Damian didn't stop.

When it was all over, Yara lay limp on the bed. Her body trembled; her hands were still cuffed, while Damian just stared at her with a cold gaze.

"You are now officially mine, Yara. Welcome to hell," Damian said, his voice full of mockery before finally leaving the room, leaving Yara alone in her destruction.

Yara cried silently, thinking about how her life had turned into a nightmare.

***

Yara was still lying on the bed, her body trembling. The thin blanket she had pulled up only partially covered her. Her eyes were puffy, swollen from too much crying. Occasionally, she would sob softly, drowning in the pain and humiliation she had just experienced.

The door to the room opened with a creak. Damian walked in with casual steps, carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a slice of bread. His eyes immediately fell on Yara, who turned to him with a hateful stare.

"You should eat," Damian said in a flat tone, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Yara didn't answer. She just stared at Damian with piercing eyes, full of anger and disgust.

Damian walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down next to her. In one swift motion, he began to undo the cuffs around Yara's wrists and removed the chain still around her neck. "Since I've had my fill of enjoying your body, you're free to move now."

As soon as her hands were free, without thinking, Yara swung her hand hard at Damian's face. The sound of the slap filled the room.  

Damian was silent for a moment, his face turned to the side from the blow. Slowly, he raised his hand, touching his now reddened cheek. When he looked back at Yara, his eyes were dark, filled with cold anger.  

"You dare slap me?" His voice was low, but the look in his eyes was sharp. 

Yara didn't flinch, though her body trembled. "You deserve it! You're a monster, an asshole, and I'll never forgive you!"

Quickly, Damian grabbed Yara's jaw, leaving her speechless with her mouth forced open. His strong fingers pressed hard until Yara felt pain.  

"You have to learn when to fight back, Yara," Damian said in a cold voice. Without warning, he brought his face closer to Yara's, looking directly into her hate-filled eyes.

Instantly, Damian crushed Yara's lips roughly, forcing the unwanted kiss. Yara tried to fight back, pounding her chest weakly, but her body was too exhausted to put up much of a fight.

Not content with just that, Damian bit Yara's lower lip until it bled. Yara winced in pain, fresh blood flowing from the small cut on her lip.

"This is a warning, little girl. Don't ever try to defy me again," Damian said with a cold grin, licking the blood off the corner of Yara's lips before letting go.

Yara gasped for air, holding her sore lips. Her eyes were teary, but she didn't let the tears fall this time. She stared at Damian hatefully, even as her body trembled with fear.

"I will hate you for the rest of my life," she whispered in a barely audible voice.

Damian smiled slightly, then stood up. "Your hatred won't change anything, Yara. You're mine, and I'll do whatever I want."

Without waiting for a response, Damian walked out of the room, leaving Yara alone again with the scars on her body and heart. Yara stared at the closed door, clutching the blanket tightly. In her heart, she vowed that she would survive. She would find a way to fight back, somehow.

"I can't be weak," Yara whispered, wiping away her tears.