Chapter 1

A moan pierced through the stillness of the night.

I turned my head to the left and stared right through the camera.

Sweat beading my forehead, I winced.

The tension hung in the air so heavily that you could cut through it with a knife.

The pain kept throbbing and it gradually made its way down to my lower abdomen.

I clenched my hands tightly against the sheets.

Everything was so sore.

I couldn’t breathe.

And when I tightly slid my eyes closed, the darkness swept over me.

The last thing I heard was the bed creaking.

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Something sliding then hitting forcefully somewhere was the first sounds that reached my ears.

Then a bright light shining through my closed eyelids.

Sunlight filtering through the hollow spaces occupying the nearly empty room.

It was made up with only a bed in the middle of the whole thing with a bedside drawer next to it.

A huge bay window showing the wide ocean scenery outside.

I cracked open one eye and saw him.

I shivered as a small breeze flew in, hitting my body with its coldness.

I realized I was naked except for the thick blankets that covered me from my waist down.

He was standing next to the window, his right elbow resting casually by its’ ledge.

He always had a calm, collected aura around him that anybody around can’t help but be relaxed with his presence.

He was always watching me like this, trying to pierce through my soul as if he wanted to know everything about me.

Peeling off skin after skin, tissues after tissues of muscles until he knew that he got to me.

I think this casually became a routine for us.

He would come at night, kissing me so passionately that I wouldn’t notice the other people discreetly entering the room with us.

They were always there with him, every single time he took what little I had left of myself.

They were always there, setting up camera equipments in different corners of the room.

They were always there, taping the whole thing over and over again while he jammed into me repeatedly.

It’s ironic really. I still remember him saying that it was never really rape unless I was really against it.

The thing is…

I was, before, maybe a long time ago.

I don’t really remember when I used to think it was.

Maybe after the first two weeks that he took me in, I started to let myself believe that it wasn’t wrong.

My mind reeled back to reality when I felt him place his hand on my breast.

I didn’t even notice him walk towards me at the short time that I zoned out.

His piercing gray eyes were always able to send a shiver down my spine.

The bed shifted against his weight as he straddled me.

His other hand traveled downwards, towards my sex.

He gently cupped my mound while his left hand tightened their hold on my right breast.

I felt a penetration as a single digit entered my silken folds.

He slowly retracted his hand, pushing back again carefully, this time there was a second finger.

My back arched slightly on its own accord as I threw my head back.

He gently caressed my breast while I looked in his eyes filled with lust.

He bent his head down to firmly latched to one of her awaiting nipples.

A small gasp ensued as I felt the hardened bun bloom.

He licked and nipped until he heard me cry out loud in pain.

He lifted his head to look at me. A lazy smirk adorning his features.

He resumed his play with his fingers.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

In and out. In and out.

He pulled out completely, I opened my eyes, already expecting what he wants.

He inserted his fingers in my mouth while I licked it clean of my own juices.

I stared him in the eye while I did.

I saw his eyes travel from my own down to my lips.

His tongue darting out and unconsciously licking his full bottom lip.

I heard a click in the distance, a door opening, then a gasp following.

I licked his fingers clean one last time before letting my eyes rest on the figure standing at the door.

Her face reflected pure horror and disgust.

Lisa was assigned as one of my maids a few years back.

A good aroma floated up my nostrils before I noticed the tray full of pastries she was carrying.

I bit my lips as I felt his breath on me.

Lisa proved to be a good distraction since I didn’t even notice him move downwards.

“Just put it right there by the door.” his voice came out husky and deep.

Never strained, his voice is like a command, always has been.

It was usually firm and controlled.

The only way I can tell that he was turned on is how his voice would drop deeper.

I cried out once again in ecstasy. My breath hitching. I started to pant.

My God, this guy is blessed in the mouth!

I felt his tongue lick me once more.

I caught Lisa’s glare before gasping once more.

The poor girl has always been infatuated with Daniel.

I heard he had her once, but never came back for another go.

I know for sure he’s been busy with other… ahem… sources.

He got off me once we heard the door close with a tight slam.

I stayed where I was while he walked to the door and picked up the tray.

“I want you cleaned up in an hour, we’re going out.” he placed the tray by my feet.

I watched him walk out, still feeling hot and bothered.

I’m disgusted with myself. I can’t believe that a man like him can make bring me to my knees and beg for more.

It’s pretty sad what I’m reduced to.

My name’s Annaleise Cornell.

And this,

This is my life.