Thráin

7 months after...

Sometimes I pick up Battles because in the process I know I will win the War.

So saying, I have to lose a Queen for anytime a pawn can be a Queen with just the right strategy.

Speaking of strategy, I do believe that one should

Why do I even bother to explain my thoughts to myself when A King will Always Trump on anyone and anything.

7 months and two days have been long.

Too long!

The joys we could have made together!

the cries and pain she might feel with me in those months I will have to make up to. I thought maybe by a month or two she'd be a mist that soon I will forget but I am wrong.

So Wrong! She is like a ghost in the darkness that keeps appearing in my dreams, taunting me with its pink and juicy dripping with my cum cunt of a bitch and those lovely eyes of her. What was I thinking of letting her go?

She doesn't just satisfy my sexual cravings. She fulfills more than that. She is craved in my body and mind and I have to get my hands on her the soonest time possible.

Is it passion? I think I am beyond that.

Is it obsession? Fixation? fascination? Or maybe she had my heart? Whatever it is, she will be the only one to have so.

A Secret that only she will carry and die along with her.

I lay my back on the chair as the curtains in the window have been rolled down. It's four o clock in the afternoon and two women came in that have the same height, weight, and the same hair color as She does wearing a picture of her on their faces. It's not extravagant, just enough to turn me on.

They simultaneously undress and started to kiss each other with a passion that I detest. Then started to grope each other breasts and then go to their pussies while lip-locking. They seem thrilled to be in lovemaking which makes me sick.

They know the drill.

One cannot cum before I do or else a gun strikes them together and they are the only pair that lasted this 3 months and have succeeded for the almost nth time I have done this.

Watching two women having sex is not Hot as it should be. Voyeurism, my ass!

I'm gonna kill that dumbo that suggested this!

My cock deserves Her and She is only fitted for me.

" ", as I strike one woman and entered her roughly in the rear. She gives fake screeching moans.

Bullshit! Her voice makes me want to strangle the life out of her. This is the last time I'm gonna do this!

My cock goes in and out of her while clasping her silicone-filled boobs that go bouncing off as she continues to assault the other girl's not-tight cunt with her tongue and sucks it.

Out of the sweat and grinding, my phone lights up in notification and it must be vital at this very hour. I had no choice but to stop what I've been doing and left them to continue without me as they scissor each other.

An email had been sent with a photo that made my blood boil.

Then all

I see red, red, red

A gun to your head, head, to your head,

Executioner style, and there won't be any trial

Don't you know that you're better off dead

All I see is red, red, red

Now all I see is

Run, hide

Oh, you're so done!

Oh, better sleep with one eye open tonight!

There are no words left to say as my rage knows no boundaries for tonight, bitches will die.

No one had seen it coming as I pin both the girls to the mattress with a spear in their stomachs with no room for them to anticipate their instant death while their blood fuels my wrath.

Living a life away from Thráin has been bliss I don't want to ever end. This man might be evil as he is but he gives me enough freedom at some length.

Mr.Xantheus or Xanthi as he asks me to call him can be described as an engaging but mysterious persona with some hidden agenda but kind enough to me except in the bedroom to which he requires total submission. He is into BDSM which I had a major adjustment but isn't harsh towards me as I feel unsafe in some of his weird hard bondage to which he requires me to wear some leather harness with belt chains that feels so possessed while wearing.

He's a masochist and just excites him when I'm in such in that dress code. Sticks and stones exhilarate him but not me, the opposite, actually but I have somehow managed to harmonize with his bedroom atmosphere.

Sometimes his fantasy is watching me play with certain toys until I climax and his favorite is Anal whether tied up or tied down, other times he would instruct me to lie with my stomach flat on the mattress or wherever we're going to be having sex and have your me bound my wrists together over my head. Mostly, have me in blindfolded too, because why the hell not, right? Then, have me lift my hips to enter from behind, keeping my shoulders down and my knees rooted while he thrusts in the life and out of me.

Then there are times he would have me also in a knees-to-chest position, binding my ankles and calves together. Then, while lying on my back, he would drape my legs over his shoulder as he penetrates me. He makes use of those restraints or cuffs to bind my wrists above my head.

Classic, bondage! Fuck as Fuck.

That night he took me away, I thought he would be worse than He is but it turns out he doesn't engage in human trafficking or slaves or any of these to which I don't if I should be thankful or not. It turns out I was a buy one take one deal to which he happily agreed. I should have known I was my life is but an Object.

an Object to take and Give Away as Pleased by Him.

What he bought though in the auction is a rare ancient relic that could be evidence of life in other universes. He is into space, quantum physics, and time and often indulges me in learning his bizarre alien hobby, so is the reason his home is looking more like a space pod in the middle of rock in nowhere that could eject any moment that I find entertaining sometimes.

Living with him had been my birthday wish come true:

to be .

Honestly, It is been held captive for too long that I almost forgot I'm a year older. Time spent with Xanthi is something I look forward to every day. He's away for two days but will be returning this day which makes me excited to see him again. He had a part of me that is something I can't explain.

It's the small laughter and smiles that I have with him that make me feel alive again. He was dumbstruck at first when I told him I don't know anything about Thráin except that he is into Truffle Industry. He confided to me that he and he have a great working relationship of supply and demand. Thráin ever since is a Child Prodigy. He's a Genius?!

He designs and makes dangerous drones and bombs and sells them to the government, private armies, and some leftist groups that made him a trillion-worth fortune.

He told me about this thinking I knew all of this since the latest drone he had was named after me.

To which I feel more ashamed than honored since those can kill life and everything around and I'm so glad I had to get away from him. Is always secretive except for what he allows me to know and understand and that is the line I always live by when it comes to him.

Xanthi also had me recuperate from all my trauma and physical abuse and had the tracker inside of me taken out to which I feel much safe this past few months and grateful. How did I ever have that, I have no clue?

He made a promise that I will never be in His hands again and I blindly trust him.

I ask him plenty of times until I got tired," how will he keep me safe from him?"

He just raised his shoulders and say,' He is Medellín', he provides order.

That's all! He is the order!

He takes me everywhere he is and had me meet the world I have been deprived of for quite some time. he doesn't allow me though to call any of my friends or mom that is his strict rule.

I had to thank him at least with him it's somehow life in this secluded home of his.

I am currently staring at the running waters and remember how life had been kind to me even after all I've been through.

I haven't heard any footsteps because of my surrounding until a plate is covered for me.

It's typical of Xanthi to do so when I have been staring at this scene for quite some time but he had been silent for a while except for his cock protruding at my back which is new hence a gunshot was heard above my head and I try to look back at a gun in a niche on my pussy and a burning sensation.

I felt my body contract, repulsive contractions, fear, and almost a shut down of my mind and soul at the presence behind me. He made a sound and I steady myself on my spot contemplating whether to jump into the river or await what will unfold knowing it was Him because could only be Him.

How did he find me? What happened to security? How the shit did he got past the guards And where is Xanthi? In this darkness, my questions are fogged by utter dismay as to how easily I tremble without him doing any damage yet.

"I want you to Lie down with your back flush onto the ground and then lift your hips into the air, my Dear. I missed you so much I have to make it up to you.". He unbuckles his belt and lets down his pants while pointing the gun in my head as he tugs me to face him.

Shitty monster, fucking Nightmare!

He has gotten more mature the last time I was with him nevertheless still evilly handsome. He still has a certain glint of malice in his eyes and lasciviousness in the way he licks his lips in anticipation. He is dry humping at me and I know his eagerness!

Chilling impatient!

I did what he told me to like the way I am trained to remember all the vague memories I try to repress at the back of my mind. Memories I try to bury in my subconscious mind but keep coming back. I wanted to fight back and say no but knowing him, the more I refuse the more he's agitated, and the more he becomes roughly raw at sex.

He had bound my wrists with his luxurious belt behind my back and grab my butt, so I have to wrap my legs around his waist as he placed himself at my entrance and rip my dress apart with his knife as he intentionally scrapes the sharp edge to my skin from my pussy to my chest as if constraining himself from skinning me alive. My eyes shed crocodile tears as the only way to express myself.

My pitiful self!

" don't pretend to be surprised at this, my dear. I know you enjoy that BDSM of his". He said with an evil smirk placed on his face,

" I've been watching and reviewing all those videos you have and it hurts me that you never listen to what I instructed you to".

He attacked my left breast with a forceful bite that might rip my skin apart. I tried shaking my legs and wiggling away but his face was e nonchalantly shining with pent-up rage.

fuck. my. life.

He fires the gun at my right thigh and I feel pressure on that area heeded by a fucking burning sensation. I cry my eyes out in pain, agony, and a new sublime fear of him.

It fucking hurts more than a Bitch.

" Oh. Don't cry! That's the least of your worries, my dear!" He says and shakes my head in I don't know why out of submission or what kind of spirit possessed me.

"I thought I made it clear to you: you do whatever it takes to win His trust even giving up your body to Him but never, I repeat never give him a piece of your damned HeartSo tell me why do I see photos of you being happy o jolly with all smiles as though you're in love with him? Huh? " He shouted to make it clear that I failed him with all his slobber spitting on my face and then penetrating roughly in and out of me. His penile beads burn in friction with my pussy as he accelerates the momentum of his thrusts.

After a few minutes that I am drenched in blood, sweat, tears, and wetness he exploded his load of semen inside of me and takes it out to squirt on my tummy, parts of my chest, and face in his ultimate act of reclaiming me.

He stood up, never bothering to check on me as I try to cover my shot with my hand and go into a fetal position, shaking in muffled cries and defeat.

He dialed his phone and said,

" burn the barn down and teach the bitch a lesson but don't give heavy damage".

I know who he means and at the cost of my smiles, my Mom will also pay the price.

"let's Go", he throws his jacket at me and motions me to follow him out by yanking my hand, grabbing it firmly without any care for my body then when he got tired of my yelping, he carried me bridal style away from my this place and into his world of captivity.

All questions I have along with all my sufferings are receding to dusk.

A never-ending story with a Sociopath, narcissist, and psychopath Captor of mine.