Chapter 5

The first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, casting faint beams on Elise's bare skin, startling her awake. Every muscle in her body ached, each throbbing bruise a painful reminder of the torment she had endured the night before. She could feel the marks on her skin, cruel reminders of the life she was forced to bear.

Elise struggled to rise from the bed, her legs heavy as she made her way toward the bathroom. She wanted to wash it all away, scrub the remnants of last night from her body, but a familiar voice echoed from behind.

"Good morning, Elise," Lucas’s voice rang out.

Elise froze mid-step, her heart tightening painfully. She didn’t need to turn around to know that Lucas’s eyes were tracing every detail of her body, scrutinizing every inch. He moved closer, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Last night must have been quite entertaining for you," Lucas said, his tone laced with a sickening mix of jealousy and twisted admiration. He stepped even closer, his arm sliding around her waist, pulling her into him.

“Senator Thompson was very pleased,” Lucas continued, his sharp eyes gliding over the marks left on her skin. “He said you performed exceptionally well.”

Elise kept her voice steady, hiding the disgust boiling within her. “Did he?” she replied, her voice light but hollow.

Lucas's fingers grazed her shoulder, his hands moving slowly, possessively, over her body like he was appraising a prized possession. “Thompson isn’t an easy man to satisfy,” he whispered, his voice a sickly sweet mix of flattery and menace. “But you endured well, Elise. Not everyone could.”

All Elise wanted was to free herself from his touch, but her body refused to cooperate. His control over her was overwhelming, and she had once been lured in by his handsome face and smooth words. Lucas was a trap, an invisible snare she couldn’t escape.

Lucas leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. “Now, I think it’s time for your reward.”

Elise’s heart clenched at his words. She knew what was coming, and she knew she couldn’t refuse. Her body stiffened beneath his grasp, unable to fight back, unable to flee. Lucas lifted her effortlessly, laying her back down on the bed with a gentleness that belied the dominance behind it.

“Elise, you belong to me,” he repeated, his voice dripping with possession and power.

Elise could only remain silent, enduring what she knew was inevitable. She felt his ownership in every touch, but it was all just a game, one she was forced to play. Each movement of Lucas felt like a knife, slicing deeper into her soul, leaving scars that would never heal.

"Lucas..." Elise whispered, "It hurts."

Lucas laughed softly, ignoring her words. "Don’t worry," he responded, his voice a deceitful caress. "I won’t let you suffer for too long."

Lucas's heavy breathing filled the room as his tall, muscular body pressed down on hers, forcing Elise to lie still beneath him like a compliant doll. Her body moved involuntarily to his rhythm, her fingers gripping his flesh in a desperate attempt to bear the pain and the twisted pleasure he inflicted upon her.

Lucas was a master in bed. He always knew how to make women crave more with his expert lovemaking. Elise had once fallen for this honeyed trap, seduced by the idea that perhaps he truly loved her. But now, she knew better. She was nothing but a commodity to be traded for money and power in his world.

His body was hotter than ever, slick with sweat that soaked into her skin as his pace grew faster, more brutal.

"Lucas, slow down, it hurts," Elise panted.

Without a word, Lucas tightened his grip on her hips and spilled himself inside her.

Panic flickered across Elise’s face. “You didn’t wear a condom?”

"Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant, my love," he smirked.

Of course, she thought bitterly. All the women here were forced to take birth control. Condom or not, it made no difference. Lucas was the one who made the rules, and she had no say.

Satisfied, Lucas collapsed onto her chest, his head resting against her soft skin while Elise’s body trembled beneath his weight. After a moment, Lucas shifted off the bed, then abruptly flipped her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her waist with cruel possessiveness. A new wave of fear crashed over Elise as her heart raced wildly.

"Are you going to have sex with me again?" Elise asked, her voice trembling with exhaustion and dread.

“We’re just getting started, sweetheart. I’m still hard,” Lucas replied, his cock driving deep into her again with a powerful thrust.

“I’ve already been through the whole night,” Elise pleaded, desperation in her voice, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Lucas chuckled coldly. "You don’t have to do anything. Just lie there and enjoy it. I’ll take care of everything."

With that, Lucas shoved deeper into her. The wet sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, mixing with Lucas’s ragged breaths. He was like a wild animal, relentless in his pursuit, growing stronger with every thrust. Elise lay there, her body limp, her eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the nightmare to end. But for Lucas, it had only just begun.

His muscular frame dominated her hourglass figure, his desire insatiable. Each forceful movement left her breathless, and he relished in watching her curvy body quake beneath him with every deep stroke. He thrived on the complete control he had over her, both her body and her soul.

When Elise finally awoke, the afternoon sun was casting long shadows across the room. Lucas lay beside her, a satisfied smile on his face. He leaned over, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

“Rest now, my doll,” he whispered, his voice deceptively tender. “I’ve got business to attend to.”

Lucas leisurely rose from the bed, dressing himself in his sharp suit. Before leaving, he glanced back at her with a look of regret. “Goodbye, my love.”

Elise didn’t respond, offering only a faint smile. She listened as the door clicked shut and Lucas’s footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving her alone in the empty room, silence pressing in from all sides.