What happened suddenly?

One minute he was furious and probing me to prove myself that I was not flirting. That I was innocent at that moment. That I was not doing anything out of the limits he created for me.

And I did.

I closed my eyes and stopped struggling to prove myself and to show him that I'm not who he thinks.

"You were asking how my father used this punishment room for my room, yes!" He asked while making himself comfortable on me. I didn't reply anything because I know this is not the time to get to know the family histories.

I was quiet terrified and scared a lot and there was lot of pain in my heart caused by many things that happened and happening with me.

"Answer ME!" He bellowed biting my lips like and animal and drawing blood from them while I gave a quick nod and looked at his evil smirk through my glossy eyes.

When has he become so heartless suddenly?

"Then let me start the story of the century. My bi**h of a mother was so beautiful and used her beauty to the fullest. She was happily married to my father for almost twelve years, or so we thought, because the next thing we found out was she was having an affair with my uncle, my father's younger brother."

I gasped at the gall of the woman who even tried to cheat on a Bianchi intentionally. I looked at Mr. Giant's face which is void of any emotions but there is this little hurt and betrayal in his eyes that can be found on when looked keenly.

He must be a small child and finding his dear mother to be loitering around his father and uncle must have been the reason for his biased and judgmental nature.

"My father was so hurt and devasted that the lady he loved and married was having a happy marital affair ever after with his own brother. So he did the only best thing that he thought, He brought her here, to the same old family discussion room and tied her to the same bed."

His words brought a wave of dread and a chill ran through my spine. The look that Mr. Giant holds right now is the look that is clearly described as possessed.

Is he possessed by the scene that happened with his mother or is he possessed with dreading me, I didn't know. But he looked so frightening that the rain of tears I was showering from past two hours intensified with a new wave of cyclone.

He trailed a line of wet kisses on my shoulder down towards my brea*ts and his teeth giving red love bites all over the places his lips travelled.

I wanted to stop him and tell him that he misunderstood me but I'm scared that I'll make the matter in hand more messed up.

"He tied her to the same bed and you see there, the large box of pins. He used the pins on her drawing the betrayal blood out that was stacked up in her body. The long, short, thin and thick pins made her realize the state of my father. But sadly, she didn't live much after that for my father to show her how much he loved her and how much she hurt him. Sad, isn't it?" Mr. Giant nonchalant tone was even more dangerous than his usual domineering tone.

I knew why he narrated his father and mother's story now. He was vouching me to prove myself and show that I'm not like his mother.

How? I didn't know. I was confused and lost. I wanted to prove him that I'm nothing like his mother nor am I anything he thinks about me. I want to prove my own innocence in everything that happened. No vocabulary can change his thinking on me.

No word can give him the reassurance about me. No tear can melt his heart for me and no plea can change his mind on me.

So I did what I thought was important to prove him. I closed my eyes and stopped struggling against him and let him go through with it.

I just not only wanted to prove that I was innocent but I also wanted to shatter the filthy image he has of me in his mind.

I submitted into what atrocity he was doing. I lost the most precious thing I had which I was saving it from many hurdles.

My virginity.

That evening, in the punishment room, he proved to be a monster and took off my shield with hard and merciless thrusts. He didn't not even look up into my eyes to see if I was fine or not. He didn't care if I was screaming in pain and agony and nothing penetrated his ears and mind. He was completely blinded by rage.

I was shuddering, withering and howling in pain, beneath him. It was so painful, both physically and to my heart too. I did not want to give away my virtue in such harsh way and always wanted to be loved and caressed when I gave myself to the person I love.

But never in my life, not even for once, that my deepest wish ever came true. It was not completely his fault. It was my fate too.

"Ma'am, your washed clothes are kept in the last rack." Cary, one of the house maid squeaked.

I got out of my long train of thoughts and looked at her one long minute to try and understand what she was trying to say. She must be calling me for my attention for long time that her face was in a frown.

Oh, Uh! Okay." I answered quietly.

She nodded slowly and went inside the large closet room to set all the other clothes in their respective racks.

Cary is one of those maids who tried very hard to gain my attention and favor as I'm the lady of the house.

If only they knew the truth!

She told me many stories of the Bianchi family and many secrets that I thought were spiced with the servant gossips.

I came to know more about Mr. Giant's grandparents and their astounding love sequences which made me smile at awe for their understanding on each other.

"Cary!" I stopped her when she was about to go out of my room from seeing the message just pinged my phone. She turned back and stood still for me to talk further.

"Was Mr. Bianchi, home last night?" I asked her softly.

After the day in the punishment room, I didn't see Mr. Giant much. He was either avoiding me or he suddenly has so much work, which I don't believe.

I hardly saw him twice in these few days. It's like he's a ghost who can disappear any moment.

Was it because he was disappointed in me?

He must be with ladies who were very experienced but I'm not so experienced since it's my first time. Was he avoiding me because I did not satisfy him? Or did I do any wrong at that moment?

Should've I done something at that time and I didn't do it?

Was he avoiding me for that?

Before that night, he would at least taunt and yell at me for everything and nothing but his silence is hurting me more.

I should be glad that he was not talking to me but why is it bothering me instead?

I was not so desperate to talk to a person like him. I wasn't. Was I?

"Yes, madam. He was home by seven but he ordered every one of us to not tell you since you were already resting." I nodded and looked at the opened door longingly to get one sight of him so that I can have a conversation I wanted to have from past few days.

"Is he here right now?"

"Yes, madam. He's in his study from morning." I nodded and asked her to leave.

I think now is the time to ask what I wanted to.

It's time to be what I like to.

I walked towards his study with hesitant steps and usual dread taking over me.

What if he denies it?

What if he accepts it?

Would I be happy if he accepts it or denies it?

With a series of loud knocks, I waited for his acceptance to get in the study room.

When I heard the loud hoarse 'come in', I took and deep breathe and went in with a determined mind.

Yes I want this.

He was busy stuffing his face into laptop and bunch of papers he had in front of him. He didn't lift his face to see who was it and was busy doing the work on the papers.

Waiting for few seconds, I cleared my throat reluctantly and his head flew up towards me in shock.

It was the first time after that night that we are looking straight at each other.

His eyes held a lot of unknown emotions but one that was overtaking is guilt.

Guilt for probably taking the most precious thing from me. What to do now? It already happened and I cried enough that there are no tears anymore in my eyes.

"I w-want to talk to you"

"I'm busy. I can't." He quirked immediately not even curious to know what I wanted to say.

But this discussion is important to me and I don't want to prolong it according to his wishes. So I just spurred out what I wanted to tell so desperately which made him look at me with disbelieve and possessiveness.

"I wanted to buy myself back from you."