I didn't know what happened next with the sleeping gas but as I wink my eyes,

It's 8:37 in the morning.

At his revelations early on I can't believe that I've been living in a cell. He understood and saw everything and it makes me go down the hole of recession. Like I was a pet in a cage all along.

The truth became all sorts of issues in my mind that I want to solve. But if I stay in that area my mind will go nuts.

Everything started that night.

Things have been unmistakable as the day is. The flashbacks and my pain are evident and I tried to get up but I feel a bodyweight is on me.

He started to kiss my neck then my breast, giving each one of them some love with sucking and nipping and I feel I'm getting wet. I didn't want to make him see that I'm liking what he is doing so I tried to squirm him away as I clench my teeth to prevent myself from moaning. As he knows what I'm doing he nipped my left nipple, it felt painfully amazing and I stopped what I intended to do and stayed still.

"Let me pleasure you, my darling," softly he said. I listen to him because I don't need any more dislocated parts of me. I nod and his eyes felt like were been lit by fire. he swiveled his hand on my over my vagina and caress my inner thighs and the area below the vagina. the teasing makes me aroused to another level and I hate my body.

He uses his fingers back and forth and in circles on my clit. he did it so sinfully right that he notices a change of expressions then he knows exactly what spot I wish for the most.

Shit, he knows my body more than I do. And his face seems proud of what he is doing. he just one finger to penetrate me. And I enjoyed it then he continues this till I'm super wet and uses one more finger to insert in. I grab the sheet behind me and couldn't wring the neck of my moans which became louder as he invaded not in a scramble motion. I think he cared enough for me at this moment.

He is doing everything well. Shiiiiiiiiiiit!

He also bends his finger once it is inside and finds my G-spot. I moaned a little more than usual as he touched just the right spot.

He also uses his thumb to constantly knead my clit.

And after a few more moments in no rush, I achieve climax by clitoral stimulation and his fingering with a scream and a squirt. bloody hell!

He looked at me and I feel like a wanton in heat, I feel my face turn to beet red and I'm about to turn my face away from his when he strikes me in the cheek with force. I choke my tears because that's all I could do.

He grabs my face and stared at me without speaking at first.

"Don't you dare look away from me every time I fuck you to oblivion", booming at me like thunder," do you understand?"

I nod but he then cut me in

" with words!".

"Yes", that's all I manage to say.

" that's my darling!" He said chillingly, "go dress up with the dress I've prepared for you. You won't be wearing those cheap clothes you used to and don't you plead to leave you alone or let you go for you know your opinions don't matter now" I was about to stand up when he held my dislocated wrist and he bloody realigns it like nothing. I bit my lower lip at the surprise but was thankful that it somehow doesn't hurt anymore but my tears constantly fall at his words. I do want him to let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone and just cave in with my mom.

Oh miss my mom, she was right I should have just stayed in the rural area. Curse my dreams and ambitions.

" don't wear any undergarments on, get it? " He snapped and I said yes again." This is now your life, with me".

I saw the dress he had. I nearly scoff at it but am careful not to show it to him. He wants to flaunt the things he did to me.

I wanted to rip this dolly fashion dress, mostly the puffy sleeve. It doesn't hide anything and he even matched it with some pumps in the peach color. This is a classic example of" I want to stab the fabric" crossing my mind even though this color does suit me.

Reluctantly I wore the stupid dress, the fabric fits like a glove but isn't itchy or clammy on my skin though at my throbbing pussy I can feel the friction there. I've never tried not to wear underwear. It's not recommended if your life is in danger like mine. The outline of his works can be seen and I hate how it reminds me. He told me not to ponytail my hair just brush it. I wanted to use some concealer on the marks but he looked at me like about to drink up me whole so I didn't proceed but he allowed me to wear lipstick to compliment my look.

No amount of makeup can ever cover the fear I have inside. He was typing on his phone when I remember that my phone is somewhere he easily notices me he stomps heavily into something and that something is my phone.

He knew what I have in mind that I cant see him from the tears forming in my lashes.his already dressed and looking gracefully evil in his suit. he Finished up with some fancy gloves and came to me.

He snapped at his fingers to get my attention and I feel like a lamb in front of a Wolf. Fear and anxiety are apparent.

"This is the land of wolves, you would have never made out alive if it wasn't for me so stay by my side and don't do anything foolish that will lead to your neighbor's gruesome deaths because I know how many lives in a 20-meter radius of this home".

He offered his hand and he opened the door for me as a gentleman would but I know better than that.

An instinct of mine tells me this day will terrible than last night and

I Couldn't be more wrong.