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I was... Blank! What have I done! So easily? So easily! He made me do whatever he wanted so easily! Just by physically hurting me? Am I becoming one of those girls who became sex hungry slaves after they had trauma in thier life?
No this can't be happening, I need to build walls, become cold, I had to avoid him as much as I can so I can ignore him as much I have ignored every other human in my life.
I sucked his dick!
The very thought made me pukish! I brought this to myself! Why I needed attention in such a household? I am a captive. This is bound to happen. But I could've done something... Anything. How could I let it happen!
But the body conflicted my mind. He got is release and I was still empty, his cum still dripping from my lips, his imprints decorating my skin, I felt like lava was running through my veins.
My hands without my permission touched my clits and found them shamelessly wet. I rubbed my finger through them.
"No! Not again!"
I remembered what happened last time I thought about him in solitude. I became so weak that I walked into this trap. He used sex to control me from the moment we met. May be he is stronger than me physically but mentally also I was diminished.
So I abstained myself of any and every kind of sexual pleasure. I tried to scrub off tonight and slip into the void and make it a habbit.
The next day was mundane. As before. Just like nothing happened! But I was on fire. Everything semmed a catalyst to my sexual drive. The sheets I pulled over rubbing my skin, the slight tingle of sweat rolling down my spine, the unwilling waves rushing out from my pussy, It semmed like I really went crazy to be fucked.
With a loud thud I woke up from my afternoon nap. I was wearing a sweat shirt and panties, socks in feet. God only knew why I was dressed up like that.
"Get up, pet. Boss has called you"
As I sat on my bed the bodyguard guy named Aman stood beside the door, wearing his usual suit and natural arrogance of masculinity.
"Any delays will have consequences" He said as coldly as possible.
I hesitated as my lower body was naked. But I didn't wanted any repercussions of disobedience.
"I need a moment"
"No, you need to come Now"
"I need to dress up"
"No need to dress up. He will prefer you naked anyways" He smirked. A shameless smirk, a smirk to put me in my place.
I decided not fight. I stood tall in front of me and my long sweat shirt covered my decency, but left everything under my thighs bare.
Aman stood still as I walked pass by him. No reaction. Just like a statue he stood. But still I felt ashamed as my long legs were blatantly giving a view. My ass will wiggled as I walked infront of him making me jittery.
This was the first time I came out of my room in days. It felt good for a while. Aman led me through the long corridor and we entered a totally different wing of the property.
He kept me waiting outside a room which seemed like a study or office. I stood there as a old clock tick-tocked and made me hypersensitivity go crazy. I wanted to eavesdrop but as I took a step the door opened and I got startled.
"Go" Aman instructed.
I entered the room. So many books! I couldn't help but gawk. And he sat just in the middle, he had a ledger in his hands and semmed very occupied with it.
As soon as I saw him the war of two personalities heightened. Why! Why he has to epitomize everything I crave in a male partner and be a abuser.
He took his eyes off and I kneeled. I knew I had to kneel. I crawled to him and sat infront of him on my knees.
"Inform me when its done" He got caught up again with his ledger and Aman left.
He and me.
The hunter and the prey.
I tried to snap out of the moment. I tried to think about anything else, happy sad any memory would work. And it did worked but just for a while.
I dont know for how long I sat there. I looked around the room to keep my mind busy. It looked ancient. Books were kept with such care and preciseness. It was hard to trace the source of light in the room. Several Candelabrums lit in the cornors but there was some electronic arrangement I was sure.
I wondered how they catalogued the books. A tech savy girl like me can't even imagine that a room like this can exist without a computer.
I jerked as he closed the ledger with a thud and relaxed in his chair. He was in a faded jeanes and black shirt, I kept my gaze low my he was irresistible to unsee.
He came closer, I wanted to move but petrified. He held the hood of my sweatshirt and put it on. He smirked. A soul shattering smirk.
His phone rang, "Yes, good, wrap it up" the conversation was short and made no sense to me.
"You made happy last night little one, So am gonna reward you tonight. Tonight you get to know your future!"
My heartbeat got faster, so many emotion raced my mind, is it even true? What he is about to do now.
"The police have found a corpse similar to your description, the DNA will be swapped and soon you will be pronunced dead. Your family is looking for you. It will be a closure for them. Miss. Nandita Sharma is now finally dead"
Am I hearing this all right? Or is it a nightmare I never dreamt?
"No... No you can't do this! My family... They will be devastated no you can't do this"
I went into emotional shock immediately. I cried first and then anger took over. He sat there with a cold expression letting me mourn my own death.
"You bastard" I stood from the floor and launched fists at him. But even before touching him he held my hands, gave them a spiral squeeze, shoved me to my knees and held me in his lap.
"Do not fight it Little one, accept it, accept that I have effaced you from this world. You are a brand you entity and you belong to me."
I sobbed as his otherworldly power took my control and I realised I can do nothing.
"Today is a special day Angel... And I have brought some gifts for you!"
He manhandled me like a rag doll and made me sit on his lap. The inner turmoil was too much to handle, so I snapped out from reality and pictured my loved ones mourning my death, burning a unidentified corpse in my name, I, being dead will never be searched, I will remain his captive forever.
I, Nandita, existed no more.
"Remove your shirt" He instructed. I didn't care. I kept my silence.
A moment fell thick and thicker as he stared at my face, I could sense. He rolled me down on the floor and I snapped out from my imagination.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else, my house my bed my pet, but before I could drift he started to pour liquor on me.
With a metal tik sound I looked at him. He was holding his lighter in one hand, ready to drop it on me. I skipped a bit. The moment he declared me dead to my family I lost the urge to live my life, but choosing death was not easy, and being burnt alive... I couldn't even imagine.
The snapping out of the situation and being locked in my head didn't work. It could never work in his presence. He started to lower his hand and as the flame inched closer to my body I started to remove my sweatshirt.
"I told you... It could go easy if you obey"
I sat there, naked, in my panties and socks, trail of liquor soacked my locks partially, it dripped from my locks to my face, my shoulders, and my nipples.
I looked like a perfect treat for him, naked, dripped in liquor and powerless. He sat on his chair and picked me up on his lap.
As my ass touched his knee the betrayal of my body started. The hardness of his thigh muscles felt like iron rods. I tried to squeeze my pelvic area upwards but couldn't do much about it, it started plotting treachery.
"Today is your new birthday, So I have a gift for you."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a wooden box with his long hands and placed it on my laps.
"Open it" He caressed my hair softly.
I did as he asked I opened it and immediately my eyes went foggy, the box had a collar. A collar for his new pet, a collar with diamonds shinning on the black leather, like a great contrast of yin yang. It look precious and breath taking at the same time.
"Show me, wear it"
I held it with my trembling hands and jolted as he followed my spine to reach the ass crack.
I am a novice with all these. I struggled to buckle it on my belt. He helped me with such care and benevolence that for a moment I forgot that he was such a cruel man.
He made the collar tight. It burned my skin with utter shame. Today I died as a human and born as a pet.
"Now kneel and bow to your master little one "
I did as he asked. My face was close to his feet and ass was up in the air. I still had me panties on.
"Crawl to the door and come back to me" He threw his feet to my cheeks. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I came on all fours. The moment I turned to the door he ripped my panty.
I cried in shame and loathing.
"You make too much noise" He grabbed my nape and shoved the ripped panty in my mouth. I chocked as the ripped piece of cloth filled my mouth and my own shame, my own feminin juice touched my tongue.
"No fo fetch it for me." He threw a pen towards the door.
My skin crawled in shame, I saw him licking his bottom lip as my ass wiggled for the first time infront of his eyes. The room air touched my pussy and made the muscles ache inside as I felt the psychotic maniac part of my inner sexual desires took over my existance.
For the first time in my life I was controlled.
For the first time in my life I was not the Alpha in the room.
I went to the pen, I voluntarily took it in my mouth and came back. I felt a burden being lifted from my shoulders but the next moment the self pity took over.
He scratched my head. A simple affectionate move. I was still on fours. He slid his hand from my head and traced my shoulder blades. He pressed his thumb.
"You are too perfect little one"
He manhandled me and took me in his lap. I did not hesitate.
"You nead to bear some scars" he grabbe my neck and made my chest be pressed on his thighs. He licked the center point of my shoulder blade and I moaned.
A soft unwilling moan.
The next moment I felt something cold. Something metalic on my skin. I panicked as I realised that it is a blade of a knife.
"No please no" I panicked like a prey trapped in the claws of a hunter.
"Shhhhh..." He cupped my cheeks "If you move even a bit, I will slit your very throt with this blade, do not move and you survive"
I was petrified, by his voice, by his aura, by his god like appearance.
He dug the blade in my skin, I hissed, then cried as he drew blood. But in that moment I realised the pain... Was not that bad.
As iron touched my flesh the pain shot through my nerves, pain took all my focus, It made me numb for a moment, for a moment I was only bothered by it, all the other emotions faded.... Just pain.
He handled the blade like a artist, with every cut he became furious, the crimson blood was getting spilled and with every stroke I cried in agony and I cried in otherworldly pleasure. A pleasure I never knew I wanted.
He took his time. I liked that he took his time. He made a scar. A desgine. The cuts were unforgiving. The mix of pleasure nad pain did not spare me the physical exhaustion. My whole upper back was on fire. No matter how much I loved the blade decimating me the cuts made me weak.
I felt his breathing heavy, I felt his buldge throbbing inside his pants. As he finished his carnage, He came closer to my ears
"No you have wings my little one"
He carved... Wings! Wings on the both sides of my shoulder blades. I felt overwhelmed.
"I know what you did in the shower we met first time Angel... I know what you want"
My eyes shot open... How! How??? How he could knew something so personal. How he could knew that I pleasured myself with his thoughts.
Is it what led him kidnapping me and keeping me as a pet? Have I brought all these on myself!
The pleasure... Gone!
The numbness... Gone!
Shame...
Only Shame!
And I drowned in it.
He never retreated, He smeared my blood on the fresh cuts, she took a deep breath and inhaled the metallic scent of blood. He took me by surprise as he licked, he licked my wound and tasted my blood.
I cried and weeped as the saliva made the burn worse, he kept licking and the just born self loath kept becoming heavy.
But he enjoyed...
He kissed every scar, he licked every wound, he did as the animals do to thier own. He felt connected to my skin more than I was to myself.
"This scar make you mine"
He let me... I fall on the ground. I looked at his with absolute disgust. Disgust, that he make me so weak and vulnerable not just to himself but to my own chaos. The chaos I craved in solitude. He made it roam free.
"Monster! You Are A Monster" I screamed as I saw my blood staining his dark lips, he seemed hungry, hungry for more...
I think by the time you are done with this story, I am going to fall in love with you
You and me, we have such similar choices. When he said something about a scar, I thought he was going to carve his initial. But wings is cool too, just so much more carving
The part about proving her dead was too sexy!
Keep it ups add more twists
I slept like a baby after writing this 
am glad that you have enjoyed 
