All Chapters of You Can Run But...: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Damon, please, I beg of you, let me go," she cried as he pulled her with his tie, which he used to bind her hands. Damon looked at her eerily, causing her to shiver within her. She tried to read his eyes, but like his conscience, they were all blank. He left her and walked to the bedside table in the room. Maya felt frightened as she wondered where he had gone and what he would do with her. When he came back, he was holding a pair of scissors. "I love it when you beg me," he muttered, snipping her white dress away, tearing it to pieces, till she was completely naked before him because she wore no undergarment. "Beg me, Maya, beg me!" Maya gulped. "Oh, you're being disobedient, aren't you?" He poked his tongue in her ear and whispered, "I like that too." He dug his fingers into her bum. "Because now, I have every reason to do what I've always wanted to do to you. Maya..." ***SOME MONTHS EARLIER*** Maya walked into the room, completely tired from work. Being a journalist ha

She struggled to keep eye contact with him since he wanted that, but the pain made it unbearable even to think. It wasn't a mistake the pain he inflicted on her. His hands rounded her neck as if to strangle her. She held his fist as it tightened slowly around her neck. This man would kill her, and not even her father could stop him. "Good!" He was satisfied she was focused now on him; this was only the tip of the iceberg of what he would do to her and with her. He was going to make her suffer. He was going to make her beg "Do you know why you are coming with me?" She tried shaking her head, but his firm hand held her neck. She was scared of him before. But seeing the hate in his eyes, she became scared of him more. "Speak with your lips, puttana!" "No, sir!" Her voice flowed into his ears. She sounded just how she looked. Like an angel. An angel who will be in hell soon His brows furrowed dangerously, "Sir? Did I hear you call me sir? Didn't you read the papers you signed?" He r

Maya's povIt was early in the morning, and I sat inside the maestros' room in front of a large beautiful painting of a snake-like creature; I was alone and naked; it was a couple of weeks since I came into the mansion, and his treatment of me had not changed.I learned to respect him no matter what he told me to do or how to do it, I never left his room, and even though I was always brought food, I lost a little weight.The way I got treated depended on his mood. When he was angry, I stayed in the corner of the room, almost breathless, so he would forget I was even there. It didn't always work.When he was in a happy mood, he brought me close, kissing me and playing with my hair like I was a doll. One of his rules was that I slept naked; I didn't know the reason why but I never asked questions because I didn't want to be punished.The maltreatment still hadn't stopped, now my lips were bruised, and my face looked swollen. The dark circles around my eyes couldn't even be covered with

But wasn't that the goal? To not die? She pushed the voice of reasoning out of her head; _even dying is better than this_Hardening her heart and mind, she began to pull away from him, slowly, sneakily trying to make as little movement as possible, she was making progress, and soon she was out of his elbow.His hand still lay straight on her. She looked at his face and sighed. Phew, he didn't look disturbed. The alcohol must have knocked him down like a dummy.She tried lifting his hand away from her, but with each gentle push, she was more convinced that his body was made of iron. Solid ironShe glanced back. This time his brows furrowed. She swallowed in anxiety and had a rethink. What if she got caught? She ignored the thought of gaining more bravery.She continued sneaking out of his hold until only his fingertips touched her. She blinked in relief, but then he stretched and wrapped his hand around her again so firmly that she couldn't even move.She became frustrated and on the ve

So that he won't repeat himself, she stammered, "I was try-trying to pick Ab-Abby's call. I promise I wasn't tryi-trying to run away." He chuckled at her desperate attempt to make the lie believable. "Pretty little liar, your face betrays a lot, sadly." He placed the back of his palm on her cheeks, his face dark, "You can't run from me, Maya; no matter how hard you try to, I'll always find you. Even in the deepest part of hell. And when I find you, you get punished according to how long you were away from me, understand?" His tone was so soft and gentle it could have fooled anybody but not her. She could see through him, and She trembled under his touch. "Y-yes, maestro " She kept eye contact with him. He smiled and kissed her tender lips. Surprisingly he didn't bite or gnaw, just light feathery kisses around her face. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't want to, but you made me do it. I wasn't myself; I just wanted you to focus on me. Just me without faking it." he made their forehea