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*trigger warning*

I was sleeping soundly in my bed, enclosing myself in the comfort of my blanket, outside it was too cold to even get out, I was happy in the little heaven that was protecting me from freezing, but I knew it was short-lived happiness and anytime it would be snatched from me and I would be forced to go to hell.

I clutched my blanket closer to me, thinking that maybe if I hold tight enough then I would be safe.

And then there it was, dreaded knocking banging on my door, I clenched my eyes shut tightly, trying my best to seem sleepy, but it continued, soon the door was flung open and I felt a shadow looming over me.

"Shana? Sweetie, are you asleep?"

"I'm asleep." I moaned softly, keeping my eyes shut, trying to fool my mom into thinking that I was indeed slumbering.

"Alright. Your school bus will be here shortly, get up!" She plucked the blanket away from me making me whine in response.

I opened my eyes slowly to the front doorbell chiming continuously, there were hard knocks in between as well, groaning I plopped my head back into the pillow, who died for f*cks sake?! It continued going on, can't a hungover girl sleep in peace?!

Rasping one last time I got off from my bed, it was only 6 in the morning! I swear if it's Diya then she is dead! As I opened my bedroom door the first thing I saw was stephano walking in nothing but his boxers, he was already on his way to the front door, his biceps flexing when he passed a hand through his hairs, I hurried behind him, he must have heard me since he turned to me with a smile.

"Someone is at the front door." He said and I nodded.

"It must be Diya," I answered absentmindedly, leaving him to be as I made my way to the kitchen to grab an Advil to suppress my hangover, drinking the much-needed water for my parched throat.

I heard the front door opening but then there was silence, a frown contoured my face, drunk Diya is not a silent Diya then why the heck is everyone so silent?

I marched back to the living room, chilled morning temperature trickled my body then I realised that I was only in my lacy lingerie from yesterday.

The realisation came a little late since I already called out to stephano," who is it?" Well, not the best choice I've ever made.

The doorway was wide open with Xavier and stephano on either side, I right behind stephano in nothing but my exotic lacy lingerie and him in his boxers.

Xavier on the other hand was a total mess in his black suit, his hairs dishevelled, he also had dark circles under his eyes, but I was terrified when my eyes met his, the fire forging in them, I was frozen at my place, not even able to rush out of here and wear something more appropriate.

"Umm. Why don't you come in Mr king?" Stephano suggested awkwardly, dragging both of us out of his way, Xavier came inside, dropping the temperature several more degrees lower, there was only one thing going in my mind.

This is bad, really bad.

No, don't think so negatively you can clear any misunderstanding, Xavier is a reasonable person, he would understand.

And while I was busy giving myself giving a pep talk Xavier started laughing, a tear rolled down his cheek, I was stilled at my place, stephano was silent as well, Xavier plopped down on the couch leisurely, wiping his tear, his laugh slowly turned into mocking chuckle.

"One hour of tracking the location of my girlfriend and three hours of driving to only find that she has finally fulfilled her promise. Isn't it funny?" He asked stephano mockingly.

"I swear Xavier it's not what it looks like." I literally pleaded with him to listen, he turned to me smiling and a shudder passed through my spine at his grim smile, he huffed before standing up, coming my way.

"You really f*cked him as you promised." His hand gently resting on my face but it felt like a hard slap to me, dread and disgust rolling out of his tongue making me disgusted in my body when I wasn't even at fault.

"It's not what you think Mr king, I only stayed over because it was too late, nothing happened betwe-"

"Get out," Xavier mumbled, wiping the fearful tear away from my face, passing his other hand through my locks, he was spaced out in his thoughts and I knew I was this close to losing him, one wrong word and I would lose him.

"What?" Stephano inquired confusedly.

"Get out!" He snarled, turning to stephano in rage, veins in his neck bulging out, his hand fisted letting his knuckles turn white, his chest almost bumping into stephano, he was looming over stephano with good two inches.

I was crying mess till now, this was not how this morning was supposed to start, hell I'm having a hangover, just let me rest, and how the f*ck would I explain this situation to him, we already were having trust issues in our relationship and this will only worsen it.

Stephano diverted his gaze to me and I pleaded with him to leave first, his presence will make Xavier angrier."Yes listen to your girlfriend stephano, please leave." He mocked again, stephano was fast in getting ready, he was hesitant to leave me alone but did anyway.

Chilling silence surrounded us the second stephano was out of the door, I hesitantly touched Xavier's arm."Xavier please, just listen to what I have to say."

He jerked my hand away, turning around with blood-red eyes, he was in front of me in a second, gripping my shoulders in death hold, I whimpered when his fingers dug into my flesh, scraping my skin.

"Was he good?! Did he satisfied your desires?! You were sounding very pleased when you told me about how you sucked him off!!" He snarled to my face. I closed my eyes to stop his loathing gaze from piercing mine.

"What are you talking about?" I asked meekly, confusion looming in my senses, I don't remember any sort of that conversation, I would never do this to him.

"You have a boyfriend. Who am I to you then?!" He yelled, my head throbbed with headache, his hands leaving bruises on my shoulders.

"Please Xavier, you're hurting me." I sobbed helplessly, my energy was leaving my body due to emotional turmoil, it was too much emotional stress for me, my body was limp in his arms and I was sure if he left me I would fall.

"What about what you did to me?! You cheated on me with him! All I ever wanted was us to be happy together and you ruined it all!" He harshly pushed me back causing me to land on the couch in a sitting position, my hair covering my face, he settled his knee between my legs on the couch, bending down till our faces were almost touching, his hard breathing flowing on my cheek making me shudder vulnerably, his hand clasped my face tightly, forcefully making me look at him, I never thought that I would be terrified of anything in my life ever again after experiencing so much but I was so wrong, in this very moment I was terrified of his thoughts of me, I was terrified of what he has to say about me, I was terrified of losing him, I was scared that this might be the last time I see him.

"Why Shana!? Why!? Was I not f*cking enough for you?!" He snapped, his clasp on my face getting tighter by seconds while tears carelessly flowed down my eyes, I f*cked up so bad.

"Xavier, please" I mumbled weakly in the attempt of composing him down, he jerked my head to the side, my hair hoisting in different directions due to force, he stepped back from me, turning around so his back was facing me, I gasped to get my breath back before trailing behind him deliberately, lightly clutching his arm in the attempt of getting his attention.

"How pathetic I am, yearning for someone with my whole being and still didn't able to have her." He whispered erratically and I felt myself break piece by piece, listening to his breaking voice.

I tried to turn him around, softly explaining myself, "I don't know how to explain this but I need you to trust me, nothing happened. No one could touch me instead of you. Please just believe me."

He turned around but unexpectedly there was a grim smirk plastered on his face, he domineeringly stepped closer to me making me trudge back.

"The fault is not with you baby, It's my fault, do you know how I managed to attain and remain on the top of the business world?" His voice was deep and dire, I felt a wave of shiver pass through my body, goosebumps erupted on my body in anxiety.

"N-No" I stuttered out to his previous question even when I knew It was hypothetical.

"Because I take what I want. You are the only one I tried to win instead of taking, look where it brought us." He answered pushing me back on the couch, my heart was pounding in my ribcage, he is going to do something bad.

"Just-just calm do-"

"Oh, I will. when I'll make you choke on my c*ck." My eyelashes trembled at his threat, he'll not do that to me. Right?

"You can't do this to me, you will not do this to me, the Xavier I know won't do this to me," I whispered inaudibly just to make myself believe.

"Then you don't know me at all." He answered my non-spoken question, trapping me between him and the couch, his hands on either side of my head, he forcefully tried to get rid of my bra while I tried with all my might to get him off of me.

"Stop! Please stop!" I cried when he ripped one of the straps of my bra, anyhow I managed to free my right hand from his clutch and landed a hard slap right across his cheek, his head yanked left due to strike, tears carelessly flowed down my eyes accompanied by a heart-wrenching sob, I never sob. My chest was falling and rising due to the panic stalling inside me, everything was silent and for a good time, he kept his head away from me.

It was of course my first sob but absolutely not the last, the first one followed many more, I felt like screaming at him for even thinking about doing something like this to me.

"You monster!" I lashed out at him in between my sobs, he only turned his head at me with that wretched smirk still lingering on his face.

"Good that you know that now."

I didn't get time to interpret his meaning because before I could react he pulled me up from the couch, gripping my arm tightly and dragging me in the direction of my bedroom, where not long ago I was dreaming about my mom.

"Leave me!" I screamed at him but he unaffectedly kept dragging me with him, my hand was firmly put on my bra from keeping it from falling, he didn't seem even a little bit bothered by my wailing. I didn't recognize him at the moment.

"Xavier! Please! Please don't do this! Don't do this to us!" I begged him as we came closer to my bedroom door, continuously resisting against his bulky body dragging me across my home like a twig, years of training like a f*cking dog and not a single move came to my mind, I was frigid to even realize what the hell was happening.

The opening of my bedroom door dawned reality upon me, he's going to force himself upon me. In a mere spear of time, he had dragged me all the way to the bed and pushed me on it, my limp body hurled on the bed, I was quick to get up and dash to the door.

But he was quicker, he toppled me into the air by my waist, my back attached to his chest, I trashed around to get free from his hold but he whispered mockingly, his lips grazing my ear, "Shh...calm down." I tried to quiet down my sobs but failed miserably. I didn't know if I could.

His voice alone sent tremors of horror in my body, I wanted to be far away from him, I felt disgusted by his touch, it was nothing like the loving kisses he left on my lips or the way he used to adoringly gaze at me. His touch felt nothing like the only night I spent with him.

"L-let me go!" I yelled disgustingly but he chuckled at my futile attempt, he threw me on the bed yet again but this time me on my stomach and him on my back, securing my hands on my back with his knees.

"W-Why are-you doing this?!" I cried into the mattress, tears soaking the bed sheet, I was helpless underneath him, writhing in pain and terror, there were already bruises forming on my body, he discarded his suit jacket, removing his tie and using it to secure my hands behind my back.

"I'm taking what's mine." He answered disposing of his shirt.

"I'm not yours!" My voice was fierce this time but I was powerless lying here.

"No. You were always mine, you will always be mine, you are just delusional enough to think that you are not."

A rustling voice came from his direction as he rose onto the bed, easily snapping my bra from my back, I closed my eyes in fear of seeing him as the one to do this to me, I feared that I would open my eyes and see him raping me.

"I beg you. Don't do this." I attempted the last time in the hope of making him see how wrong he was about to do, he will break me, for him and for anyone else. My pleas were answered when he yanked me up by my arm, my breasts free for his view while I so deliberately wanted to cover my body and cry my heart out in some dark corner.

He dragged me down the bed, my knees took most of the collapse as I fell from the bed, he stood tall in front of me while I kneeled in front of him, beaten and bruised, he removed his boxers letting his c*ck sprang out, hard angry veins were clamped on his shaft, I felt disgusted.

"Take it."

Now it was my turn to chuckle silently, if he thinks I would willingly obey any of his commands then he has another thing coming for him.

"No."

I knew I couldn't do anything with my hands bonded behind me while he could anything to me.

"Alright." He grabbed my hairs in a death grip, yanking me forward, forcing himself into my mouth, I kept my mouth shut tightly refusing him to have his way with me.

"Stop!" I cried again, not once during this whole time my tears ceased. He took advantage of my open mouth and shoved himself into my mouth, gurgling sounds filled my surrounding, I closed my eyes to stop myself from capturing this into my mind.

I sobbed causing him to groan in pleasure, who was this man? The one I loved. He continued thrusting into my mouth not even bothering to think that I was suffering all this while. I gaged when his length touched the back of my throat.

My head was killing me with his tight clutch on my hair guiding my moments however he pleased, I caught his thighs to stop myself from collapsing down. I kept choking whenever he shoved his full length inside my throat.

He kept thrusting in and out of my mouth, my tears mixing with his precum on my lips, I was lost. I was broke. I was not me.

He did not once try to stop or slow his thrusts, he took all of me till there was nothing left to give away, I was hollow inside by the time he was close to his climax, I was broke when he was done using me as a mere sex doll, I could never be back to being the Shana I once was.

There was nothing left.

His c*ck twitched into my mouth as he groaned and moaned while chasing his climax, I whimpered when his hold tightened on my hair, even more, he bucked his hips forward slamming harshly into my mouth.

He heaved heavily when he c*mmed into my mouth, filling his seeds into my mouth, he continued thrusting till every last bit of him was released right into my mouth and was dripping down my chin, when he finally came down from his high and slowly removed himself from my mouth, I spatted out his cum, coughing to catch my breath again, collapsing on the hard floor out cold, him still lingering on me.

I rested my back to my bed, curling into a ball beside my bed on the floor, rocking myself involuntary in hope of any type of comfort.

He squatted in front of me and I voluntarily shifted away from him in fear, I didn't trust him, he could do anything to me and he would anything to me, I was nothing to him. Nothing.

"And that's how I take what I want." He said with a straight face, twirling my hair strand around his finger while his other hand removed the tie from my hands, I tried to get away from the monster I once called my boyfriend. Whom I loved.

"I hate you," I whispered looking at him, my tears dried out, no tears left to cry anymore.

"You invite anymore man inside this house and I promise you'll regret ever meeting me."

"I already do."

"I don't care what you think of me, but I'm sure you do care about the plans I have for you and your family." He threatened, not once wavering, and he just proved that he'll do anything and everything to have me as his pretty little sex doll.

He stood up and wore his clothes, leaving me out cold on the floor and made his way to the door.

"I'll die before I'll ever let you touch me again," I stated brokenly, just before he could exit, he halted in his way, his back facing me before he swiftly went away, not even glancing my way.

The second he was out of my room I crumbled down on the floor, letting myself cry for me, letting me drown into the pit of self-pity and grieve, covering myself from the empty place, I wanted to scratch my body until this horrid memory fades away but no matter how much I do I only feel betrayal surging through me. I was tortured by the man I love. Maybe not anymore.

I cried for being a total fool, trusting someone only to be deceived, the first lesson I've ever learned was to never trust somebody but here I lay like a broken doll left by the one I trusted most, I loved most.

I don't know how much time had passed by since everything happened, I was tired of crying, darkness was slowly galloping me whole, I saw little yellow stars dancing in front of my eyes and with them, I drifted into the cold darkness imagining maybe they can take my sufferings away.

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"Please don't do this!" He kept dragging me to the bedroom over and over again like a broken CD.

I tried every single time to ran off only to be back into his grasp again.

I begged him to stop but he didn't until he knew I was broken enough to never be with anybody.

*drip.* *drip.*

Dripping sounds were coming from right beside my head, my head was throbbing like someone had smashed a hammer into my skull, repeatedly. I slowly opened my eyes only to close them once again, the light was piercing through my eyes, the second time I blinked several times to let my eyes adjust to the sunlight reaching into my bedroom through the balcony.