A FAMILIAR VOICE

Elena's POV:

I knew I wasn't hearing things. The name, the voice...they were both familiar. My hands trembled as I walked down the stairs, hoping my nightmares weren't going to become a reality. All the years of my life hidden away from people like him and now he wants to reappear in my life. Or was I just hallucinating? It wasn't true was it? I walked down to the refrigerator and opened it to get a bottle of water but someone from behind me closed it causing me to jump with a yelp.

His hand gripped my waist and turned me towards his direction so I was facing him. My eyes were closed out of fear and there I could feel his warm breath against my skin. My hands became sweaty as my heart pounded so loudly with trepidation. It was a sensation I'd never felt before because even the atmosphere was tense. I could feel him everywhere I went now. His scent...was something I could never forget. It made me reason profoundly...why me? I knew I had a whorish past but I'd always run away from it.

Now it seemed like my past was catching up with me. I felt as though I was suffocating, drowning in my guilt. It was like I was being punished for my sins, for my mistakes. And yet, I couldn't understand why it had to be him. Why did it have to be the one person I couldn't bear to face? Why did it have to be the one person who I felt most ashamed of myself in front of? The one person who could tear me down with just a single look. It seemed like my world was crashing down around me, and I didn't know what to do.

My body felt heavy like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. My head was throbbing, my chest was tight. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried to focus on my breathing, to slow it down. Inhale, exhale. I told myself to calm down, but the panic was overwhelming. My thoughts were racing, and I couldn't seem to make them stop. I just wanted to get away, to escape from this place, from this situation. I felt trapped like there was no way out. I felt more and more overwhelmed and ashamed of my past because it made me want to run...I was scared that my past was coming for me. And so his breath tickled my neck and my breath unintentionally hitched.

"Oh princess, why are you always so shy?" The familiar voice made me quiver. My heart jumped to my throat as I looked around, only to realize I was back in that shell of a home. The same place Lorenzo kept me as his sex slave. The familiar smell of jasmine and cinnamon filled my nostrils. My eyes widened as I noticed he was on top of me, stroking my thighs and with one of his hands tracing upwards. My eyes locked on his out of fear and I knew that was what he wanted. He always preyed on my fear as his helpless victim. His other hand gripped mine and placed it above my head so I wouldn't move.

I trembled beneath him because he never went easy on me. I always hated to see him and tried to avoid him by all means. But there was no escaping when my uncle was still alive. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to shift away from him. And slowly, he pulled my bra off till my breast popped out. His eyes stared at them hungrily before his eyes slowly meant mine again like a predator to its prey. He pulled me closer to him so I could feel every inch of him on my naked body.

"Please... please let go." I couldn't stop myself. I was so vulnerable at this point that I couldn't even move. My skills were useless when it came to this man because he was always a step ahead of me. Lamas Mendez is a man I could never underestimate even if I tried. He gripped my neck so I didn't have to say a word and was nearly choked. I tried hard to breathe because at this point I was so scared for my life. After all, he didn't care whether or not I was wet or dry. I'd never come across a man like him, but at this point, I was as dry as a desert and I would be hurt if he entered me that way. He leaned down before taking one of my nipples into his lips and sucking them. I wasn't pleasured in any way, the pain of what he was doing made me arch. I couldn't accept it...but I was powerless even though I didn't want it. And there I felt him poking me before he slammed into me with no mercy. I

I screamed, jerking out of my sleep. My breath ragged as I looked about. Once again the scent of jasmine and cinnamon wafted into my nostrils. I gagged unintentionally at the smell of it and stepped down from the bed before rushing into the toilet to get the waste out. The smells disgusted me. It was something I would never forget because it reminded me of my past and the times I was forced to be a slut. As I puked the disgust out of my system I felt my hair gently brushed away from my face and packed behind my head as I continued. My breathing was heavy and tears dropped from my eyes as I remembered those moments with Lamas.

He was one of the people that made my life a living nightmare. I wiped my lips and looked up to see Derek staring at me with concern. I knew he was curious about why I was this way, crying and panicking even when no one was chasing after me. I hiccuped not having the time to speak. He knelt in front of me before hugging me closer to his chest before I broke down. With how tensed he was as he hugged me. It was a language that I'd come to notice. He knew why, he just didn't know the story behind it.