Time flies when you surely don't count but it seems to be frozen in this place.

Indeed beware the frozen heart.

It's safe to say that the photoshoot was uneventful but he, happens to be a perfectionist in whatever he does especially on angles and the right amount of light. His focus was not on the face just the body and though I feel ghastly at the situation he manage to override my shame when he showed me his so-called art pieces.

It is safe to say that I am overwhelmed at how aesthetically it came out. It is not porn but rather sensually artistic in a way.

This guy has some weird combination of tricks in his sleeve, other than being a full-blown megalomaniac who's also a walking viagra.

I sometimes ask what potent he uses that makes him so vigorous like he has the strength of two men. Was it the vegan meal he always has? Speaking of Vegan, they don't taste so bland anymore but still, nothing beats bacon. I miss the meat!

I also don't know where he gets all his riches and power aside from the truffle plantation he has. everything else seems a mystery I don't bother to dive in.

No family photos or anything that might suggest his background. I once thought of snooping around to satisfy my curiosity but he easily catch on to my actions and warned me of the consequences that might occur if I do what I decided to do.

So the days came passing by consisting more of piano practice and memorizing notes and keys as well fucking every corner as many times as possible. I can't look at the instrument without remembering what position he had me there so is the rest of the other areas of this damn house. He even had the plantation place some picnic blankets for the next day just to fuck me their bare. He also set up a night camp for us so he can fulfill his fucking fantasy. Him and his eccentric needs.

His people seem to have a mind of their own when it comes to me. I seem to be invisible to them, neither looked upon, talked about nor talked with.

It's always and everyday disrespectful sex: deep stroking, hair pulling, ass slapping, gut banging, waist gripping, neck choking, toe-curling, leg shaking, shit-talking so he can sleep better while I plunge to nothingness to what is already my known fate. I can't seem to shed tears anymore at night. It seems they have dried up.

Since this has been my routine for a few weeks and without any means to talk, I am sinking into a depression so he left me some books to read that consisted of weird selections: the tropic of cancer, the handmaid's tale, and other serious fucked up books to which I find interesting and gross and cringe-worthy at times.

There is no love or care from him just this line of understanding of his needs and demands though there are times he showed me can be gentle as a dove but then be vicious as a snake after. I can never have my hopes up when it comes to his attitude towards me. I've never been more dependent on my existence than before. Dependent, meaning I have to align my behavior with his mood, or else it will be rough sex or rough punishment.

Every time I may think to disobey he would remind me of those he killed because of me and I would choke my cries and just accept submission to him which he devours like the monster he is.

On those days when he has something that keeps him busy, I would hug myself and sleep my loneliness without touching food but once he knows id skip it will be a slap on the face or in the rear. And I don't want his hand on my ass, it goes further than just mere spanking. I don't want him mad also at something or someone because that would mean he would nurse on me like I'm some kind of pacifier.

So to divert my mind from dwindling I devoted my time to learning composition to which he says I'm improving well. If he has free time that doesn't involve sex, he would be my tutor and we would play together though he nearly slammed the cover more than twofold to my hands in frustration for being so stiff. I may memorize them but my fingers seem to have to play the wrong keys at times so I practiced hard after that. Angel, my tutor has the patience but lacks communication so I have to learn the hard way meaning a ruler hitting my hands with each wrong note.

It's not too late to learn the piano but I am far from playing rach 3 at any hall by the end of this season though I know now what the circle of fifths is by now. I am so proud of myself for finally understanding that.

Season. It's fast-changing.

when I first got here it was summer and now it's unhurriedly coming to snow. He said we would transfer because at that season his activities whatever that would be are limited.

He said he bought a new house situated where the sea hugs the mountain. It's just another fancy prison for me. I don't bother to escape anymore nor attempted to kill him knowing my opportunities are slim but maybe in the new place, I can try?

Try. That is something I haven't done in a while maybe with a stroke of luck if I ever had the will make me do something.

A maid came into the room and left me a dress to change with. Today, we are leaving this prison paradise.

I love the embroidered dress and for the first time, he gave me underwear to use. The fabric seems foreign after a long time on my skin. Hah!

I don't think I should be thankful for that.

After a few moments, he came into the room just in time I'm done with my preparations. He doesn't want heavy makeup and fancy hairdos.

" ready? " he asks and I nod my head in response and stood up. I feel so much enthusiastic about leaving this place but hesitant as well. All these mixed emotions are just scrambling my mind. He took my hand and gave me a peck on the lips but I turned red at that gesture. I am not used to his gentle demeanor this week like he's afraid to break me or something.

The helicopter had been waiting for us and spends no time idling but flying at once when are settled.

Goodbye woodland greens, I hope I don't see you again. My memories here are too much to bear. I often try to forget but it keeps coming back in dreams and flashes that I just learn to live through them. Like not shrieking every fucking moment I wake up next to a demon disguised in human awesome form with his hand on my breast each morning.

He never talked to me the entire journey for he is busy typing on his phone and that seems to be almost a few hours and it's unexpectedly headed for a yacht, a massive one to be a yacht!

If that's what you call a supermassive yacht.

it doesn't look like a cruise ship with a helipad. It's a luxurious yacht that belongs to one of his connections he said.

Why we are here? He said it's just a pitstop.

I thought we were heading to somewhere near the mountains and this had me confused. He saw how my brows raise and laugh at me.

" Relax, my dear. Well just attend an annual auction. I want you on your best behavior tonight, ok? No room for rebelliousness. The men in here won't help you nor will any women or staff. Most likely, they will be the ones to punish you with misbehavior." He said while caressing my thighs. So basically, he's telling that these people in here are the same as him. Wonderful!

I didn't respond to him and that leads to a death grip on my chin and a choke of saliva for me.

"I will be on my best demeanor", I said in a rush. He let go of me, satisfied with my answer.

" fantastic", he responded and clap in his hand as the door of the helicopter swung wide open.

The gush of salt air hit me and I've never felt missed out on this feeling. It filled my lungs and I just would love to jump in the ocean and swim away from him but that would be unwise and would end up more with a beating or so.

He stopped my imagination and pulled me away as someone politely escorted us to our room, he didn't spend a second and advise me to wait for his team to glam me up for tonight's event.

A few minutes went by and a team of 5 women came in dressed in all black blouses and petticoats like the ones in a salon. They carry with them some instruments for beautification that ill have to go through.

I wanted to have a chitchat with them but they all said that they will be just doing their job and that doesn't include a conversation with me.

How to mean! But at least, they gave me their names which are stated on their pins: trey, blue,thea, tiara, and angelique.

I call them mean girls!

First, they had me pampered with a facial, body, and foot massage with a hair treatment that felt so damn good. Then after lunch, manicures pedicures, hair, and makeup sessions they finally brought the dress with the killer devil wear Prada shoes I'm supposed to wear.

This is something id always like to try back home but don't have the luxury to buy. An A-line V-neck opens back velvet fabric and had pockets that can be useful and an embellished metallic thong to use. My tattoos will be widely exposed for all to behold and that leaves me anxious.

They spend no time and had me fitted and prepared just when the clock strikes 5 and they left me beautifully alone without any word. As I look at myself in the mirror no more is the Kalen who had a smile for anyone just plain dull with lovely makeup to conceal myself.

A knock on the door emerged and I thought of opening it for them but it turned out to be Thráin in his best suit ever. He looked godly to behold that left me speeches.

" you looked ravishing even in simple elegance and grace," he said while assessing me head to toe, "I'm afraid they might eat you raw out there". Then there it is the glint of salacious twinkling in his brown iris that send jeepers creepers in my spine down to my crotch.

I don't know how to respond or hide the blush on my cheeks when I said, " thanks?".

He just brushes it off with an admirable giggle that would send teenage girls' hormones to go like a bat out of hell but made but not me. Not with all the evil he perpetrated.

He took something from one of the drawers that turned me mute.

A jewelry set that costs a fortune by how they sparkle. He immediately had me wear the necklace but not without willfully brushing his fingers on my breast.

" they are worth 10 million dollars. Don't you dare take them off or lose them!" He growled at my ears. Suddenly the weight of his words is much more than the price of this, " it's my gift to you for lasting this long with me and since your birthday is nearby".

I almost ruin the mascara I have with impending tears of the thought I survived with him that long. The fucker had me that long and shows no sign of releasing me.

Fucking shit! asshole! Mother Fucker!

" do you love it? He asks noticing my nose flares with anger.

"I don't like nor dislike it", I said, and that is the truth. I see his hand near to collide with my cheek but he repressed himself with a laugh.

" feeling brave, Kalen? We shall see where that leads you tonight". He challenges me and I say all that I accept it wholeheartedly. I may end up dead finally before this night ends and that would be a fitting finale for our tale.

"I'll be waiting, my dear!". His eyes dilated in pleasure as he take my hand to escort me out.

I don't have a weapon for now but a fork might be available and I might just stab someone later.

The music had started and almost 50 guests have placed themselves at these luxurious tables. This must be a dinner for billionaires that they can spend their money handily.

An annual event for devils had occurred tonight and I'm afraid Kalen had to be a witness to such atrocity but she has to since I don't plan on letting her go.

They will finally see the girl I've kept alive this long and she might be targeted but it is no danger I can't intercept.

She had been greeted and lusted by some of some philanders both men or women and the most corrupt-minded business people I've known and she seems to cling for security me. I gave warnings before we enter and she complied so effortlessly.

Let's just see how she handles the Auction later on.

Oh, she's gonna be hyped because this is not just a lavish dinner.

I can't wait as I look at her.

Welcome to the demon land, my dear!