Ralph out a groan as he adjusted his trousers that seemed tighter in his pelvis region. He was hard. And that scared me more. I felt another presence beside me before a hand lept in front of me and tilted my chin up with curved fingers. I was acutely cognizant of my barely there camisole lingerie set, my vulnerability, especially since they were all dressed—not that they’d be any less intimidating without them.
They could do anything they wanted to me.Fatalistically, I meet Killian’s pale-blue gaze and wait as he let go without saying anything but I couldn’t miss the swirls of darkness in this eyes. I did not knew if I should be glad or anxious.“I…Can I leave?” I stuttered, eager to run away from this suffocating feeling. Killian stared down at me, his jaw flexing, and as the silence streatched I was certain he’d laugh and mock me for thinking they’d ever let me have peaceful moment. But I was wrong. He stepped back, bobbing his head to the stairs.<TWENTY YEARS AGO (FRANKFURT—2003)SCHMIDT MANSION********“This useless brat! Bring me my cane, Rachel!” Killian placed his hands behind his back as he looked tearfully at his father, trying sniffing as he tried to catch his breath. Rachel looked pitifully at the little seven year old as her heart tightened. She couldn’t bring herself to bring the cane as her master ordered knowing how it’s end. Her teary eyes moved to Killian’s short legs adorned with several cane marks from yesterday which still looked afresh and raw. "I-I am sorry, Vater," Killian sniffed trying to control his tears. If he cry, Vater would punish him more. "No, you’re not sorry, Killian. But you will be when I’ll be done with you." Jakob snarled as he stormed up to his son. “Rachel!” Rachel flinched startled as she glanced at Jakob, pleading him with her eyes but her master seemed determined and adamant. She eyed Killian and with a heavy heart, she grabbed the wooden cane from the table and timidly walked over
******My forehead creased as I caught the glazed look in Rachel’s eyes. "Killian was an unwanted child by his father," she said, breaking the silence. "Jakob Schmidt was a man of great power, a sadistic man who enjoyed pain on others." She gulped down as she stared outside. "Jakob never loved Kristina, for him she was just a woman his parents arranged for him to marry and birthed a heir. When Killian was born, I was hired as his care taker since Kristina was….sick most of the times." A look of pain flahsed in her eyes, that kind which was far more than physical. “He was a lovely child—kind and sweet.” “I wonder if we are taking about same Killian Schmidt.” I muttered in disbelief. She looked at me curiously before she smiled. "Circumstances change people—" “To the point where they hurt others to make them feel what they went through.” I blurted as I felt a ache in my chest. People never change, they always reveal who they truly were. “He’s a living devil.”"Well," Rachel said tho
I jumped startled as the door to the room swung open. Killian stormed towards me and roughly grabbed my arm. “What the hell are you doing in here?!" He barked angrily as I looked startled at him. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as the suddenness of his anger jolted me, leaving me wide-eyed and startled in his presence. My heart responded with a rapid and thunderous beat, making its presence known against my chest.“Hold your breath, Killian... your wife was keeping me company," Rachel smiled through her tears. His gaze softened when he saw Rachel wipe the tears from her face. "Are you alright?" "What would happen to me, huh?” Rachel smiled gently patting his hand tightly grasping my bicep as I felt the sting. "I like talking to your wife. She's a good listener." "She’s a good screamer too," Killian scoffed eyeing me up. I swallowed hard as his grip over my bicep losened, my eyes snapped at Rachel as she chuckled. A smal
I lay there on the bed—drained and motionless, the tear-soaked pillow served as a silent witness to the overwhelming flood of emotions engulfed me. Time seemed to stand still as I remained lifeless, unwilling and unable to move from the spot where Killian had left me— used and violated, the haunting emptiness lingering in the air for what felt like an eternity. I felt a deep sense of shame and degradation, surpassing I had ever felt in my whole life.My encounters with any of them had always been far from pleasant; marked by an unsettling mix of aggression, coercion, and pain. Sex with them was always about intimidation, and the piercing sensations of discomfort had left me with an enduring sense of uneasiness. The weight of this emotional anguish bore down on me, rendering me immobile, as I grappled with the profound realization of being truly broken. How long do I have to tolerate this torture? Was I just a men’s to pent their anger on? To use me as th
I could feel Jude rubbing the back of my hand as she helped me out. The open garden and fresh air provided me with a false sense of security. Even though it was just for a second. The green garden was devoid of any flowers, just a small patio that seemed unused and cold. Just like my heart. My jaw clenched as I struggled to get familiarised with the harsh reality. Now it all made sense to me. From the moment I encountered them they knew who I was. Lawrence Williams. Geroge. My father. It was all a web. Web of betrayal and lies. Strangely the guilt I felt for Lawrence and Geroge subsided. The ache was gone. I admit their deaths were brutal, but what they did to Anya was more cruel. How much pain she must be in? My soul shuddered even thinking about that. Looking up at the cloudless sky, I tried to come to terms with my situation at hand. Even though I knew it was my father who was the real culprit, that did not justify what my tormentors were doing to me. This path could have been di
All I could do was sit there, quivering, as he slowly, deliberately, reached over and laid his left hand under my thighs and the other behind my back and lifted me in his arms.“I…” His touch jolted me. The feel of his hand on my thighs was like an electric shock, scorching every nerve ending with violence that stole my breath and made my heart feel like it was exploding. Yet, I couldn’t do anything. If I resisted, the consequences wouldn’t be pleasing. “I just discovered something, and it was not pleasant.” “And what did you discover?” Ralph asked as he carried me down the patio. The blinding sun rays had me hiding my face in shades of his neck unconsciously as I wrapped my arms around his neck instinctively. I licked my dry lips as I shook my head. “Is Killian gone?” I asked changing the subject. I’d rather keep my thoughts to myself, I couldn’t have another panic attack. “Are you missing him already?” I flushed. “I don’t miss him. I just..wanted to have a talk with him.” I look
“Ralph…” I let out a sharp breath as Ralph pulled me up. Ralph’s eyes were dark, watching me with hunger and intrigue.“Let me feel you, topolìno. I’ve waited long for you, now that I have you, I am not going to let you go. You can fight if you want, but we both know it won’t do any good.” I swallowed hard processing his words. All the right left my body, focusing solely on his hands on my body. Whether it was guilt or my own desires, I felt strange sensations coursing through my being. It was both pleasant and terrifying. His lids lowered, his gaze growing intent as I gazed up at him. There was thick tension between us. Raw and pure guilt ate me. “I heard about Anya and Killian’s mother.” Ralph stiffened and flinched every so slightly that I might just have imagined it. “I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry. I know nothing can take away that kind of pain, and I’m so sorry about that. I—” I stopped and swallowed thickly. “I know what it’s like to lose the people closest to you. I kno
Defeated by my predicament, I let out a heavy sigh and straightened up. I slowly untied the straps. I slowly unzipped the dress and pushed it down my hips as I let it pool around my feet. Stepping out of the dress, I stared at him watching me with lust and amusement. “….keep going…” he grinned as he leaned back letting his broad shoulders flex. I hooked my fingers in the lace bralette and hesitated. Was I really doing this? Blushing with shame I peeled it off my breasts. The breeze touched my nipples making them instantly harden under his scroching gaze. Hooking my fingers in the underwear, I pushed it down. Ralph’s heated gaze travelled down my naked body settling over my breasts for a longer minute while he chewed his bottom lip as I shamefully turned around and clutched the table. The contrast between the well-dressed Ralph and my bare naked body was striking and gave me a strange sense of humiliation. My ears burned with red-hot shame, as I tightly clutched onto the sides of th