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And finally I wake up from my rigid state and reach for Zaret's hand. I'm really clawing at it, trying to get his attention.

"Oh," Pete replies in amazement and looks from me to Claire. He's thinking. He's really thinking about it. "Again, I'm intimidated by his stature. He's way too tall for me. Way too confident. Suddenly I feel like he could kill me with a single punch. God, his power over me seems to be growing every day." . I really thought that someday I would be able to stand up to him. But right now that thought seems absolutely insane. How should I resist Zaret when he has so much more to offer physically and socially? What could a simple prostitute do align already?

But even these thoughts do not keep me from my project. He scares me. Normally I would hide it, but not now. He should see that he won. Once again. And since my steadfastness isn't the best at the moment, I tentatively reach for Zaret's shoulders. I'm not sure if he tolerates my touch. After all, he's angry with me. But he doesn't push me away, so I tiptoe to approach him.

The brown eyes gleam in amusement while he just raises an eyebrow in anticipation. It's obvious what he wants. An apology. He wants to see me lying on the ground. And that's okay. I'm happy to give him all of that. The main thing is that Claire is safe. But the others must not hear what I have to say. Zaret needs to know he won. That I want to give in to him. Every fiber exudes arrogance. And yet he does not lean down. This takes away my ability to whisper something to him.

"I don't want to go in the room," I say out loud, but don't look at Pete. I want him to think it's for him, but most importantly I want Zaret to see the message behind the words. And he does. as he now grabs my waist and bends down a little. And there's that incredible presence again. Immediately, I automatically duck away a bit and feel like there's a heavy cloth being laid over me. One thing that's holding me back , to act normally and cut off from the others.I can only half see Pete and Claire has also almost completely disappeared from my field of vision.

"It doesn't matter what you want," Pete says, and the faint smile widens. Yes, he enjoys Pete saying exactly what he's thinking. But neither Zaret nor I pay any attention to Pete. Our eyes lock as he bends down a little further. "Did you hear it doesn't matter what you want," he whispers and I can't help but exhale shakily. It shouldn't matter to me at this moment that people think of me that way. But that's not the case. It hurts. There's a pang in my heart that tells me this is the truth. Will be forever. But I don't pay attention. Can take care of my insides later.

"Let's just go, please," I whisper, and even as the last word leaves my lips, Zaret shakes his head. "Why? It's so funny right now." And now he straightens up with a jerk and turns to Pete. So tear yourself away from me. And suddenly I feel so incredibly small. I should hate Zaret's body heat. I should be glad I don't have to touch him anymore. But that's not the case. It shows me that I no longer have his attention. But I need this. He needs to heed me to see my repentance. And so Zaret not only manages to make me submit, but also to seek his closeness again. Grab his hand and gently squeeze. Show him that I'm still here and that he should give me another chance to explain.

"So? Can I have her?" Zaret is still facing Pete, just giving me a look. But he's showing me that he sees me. That's good. Still, my insides seem to cramp. We're not allowed in Claire's room under any circumstances Then it's too late The kindness that Zaret gives to Pete fades as soon as he looks at me, Then there is only hardness and anger.

Pete thinks for a moment, rubs his chin and for me this one second stretches like an hour. If he says no, Zaret can't do anything about it. Then I would have at least gained some time to appease him. It's obvious that he doesn't want to hit Claire at all. Then he would have done it. He just wants me to watch her suffer because of my actions. A means to an end. No more and no less.

"Yeah, I think that should work." Pete raises his index finger in the air in an instructive manner and usually that gesture shows that he means something seriously. And we girls accept that. But next to Zaret it looks childish. Just not to be taken seriously." But she won't be touched."

And now I look at Claire again. she is pale Yes, almost white. Did Zaret tell her what to expect once I show up? Is that where the tears come from? I can imagine him whispering all the threats in her ear. How he managed to push her deeper into despair with every syllable. I know that all too well.

Zaret waves it off as if that weren't even an issue. "I'll just tie her to the chair. Just to make sure she doesn't bother me." And now he's turning back to me. Nods his head at Claire's room and wants to turn to leave. But before he can even begin to take a step, I grab hold of him even tighter, on his hand. Immediately he stops moving and raises an annoyed eyebrow. But he remains standing. Don't push me away. And that shows that I still have a chance to change his mind.

"I'm sorry." Pete and Claire need to hear what I'm saying. It's too loud for that. But it doesn't matter. I could come up with an excuse to apologize. That doesn't suggest that Zaret knows more than he should. But instead of seeing satisfaction in him, he just twists his mouth in contempt and leans down to me. "That's not enough for me anymore." Hate. Absolute hate resonates in what is said and that makes me swallow hard. Then what does he want? I can understand his anger. Yes, really. But what should I offer him that doesn't hurt Claire?

"What should I do then?" Now I can lower my voice so low that Pete and Claire can hardly hear the words. But I'm not sure. Zaret blows out heavily and leans down a little further. "Think of something." He looks at me for a moment and I shake my head in ignorance. he wants to hurt me want me to suffer So how can I degrade myself without revealing my secret. And suddenly I notice Zaret's breath. The way it crashes down on me, making its presence even more apparent to me. But that's not all. Zaret's gaze falls briefly on my lips. And that makes me realize what he wants from me. I should kiss him. Before Pete. Before Claire. And so I open my mouth in shock. If I kiss him in front of the others then Pete and Claire will think we're a couple. But that's the point. Claire would despise me for it. We all hate Zaret. Hate him for all his ways. And now when I touch him in that way, I'm signaling something else. Put a knife in the back of all the prostitutes. After all, not even my suitors are allowed to presume such a thing. Everyone standing here knows that. You all know my take on a kiss and a job.

But I guess that's Zaret's plan. He wants to take my girlfriend from me. And now I can decide how to do that. Either I hate her or she gets beat up. The decision is not difficult for me. Not at all. After all, I can explain myself to Claire later. But it still hurts. Claire will look at me with only contempt in her eyes. She'll look at me like all the other people. But I have to go through this. My heart clenches as Zaret brushes his lips over mine. The stubble scratches my skin and, paradoxically, it pushes me into complete submission. Zaret offers me a way out that actually isn't one. But what choice do I have?

I exhale desperately and that alone is enough to make him grin. "Come on, Kalota, last chance," he breathes on my skin and gets up slightly. He wants to make it clear that the time for my actions is limited. And so I just close my eyes in resignation. Sweep a hand from his shoulder his neck. Press him down a little towards me and these seconds make everything in me snap. Suddenly I notice everyone else a little more again. How Pete gasps in indignation. That Claire blows out the air in disbelief. And Zaret. Like the brown of the eyes shines even more and shows me that I've lost all along the line.

Then gently place my lips on his. Feel the softness of these. It looks so familiar. But that's it. After all, we only recently kissed. It's only been a day. A damn long day. I haven't touched a man like that in so long. And now I feel this intimate moment so often within a short time. But it's the wrong man. It should be one who desires me and not one who demeans me.

Just no one who forces a kiss. But that's not how it is. And again, there's nothing I can do but let him have it while my girlfriend seems to fill in more disbelief with every passing second. But that's not the biggest problem, it's that Zaret grabs my dress with one hand and pulls it up a bit. Until his fingertips brush the skin of my thigh and I can't help but groan in desperation. And as my tone presses into Zaret's mouth, his lips twist into a smile.

45

I press my legs together again and easily break away from the kiss. Not far. In fact, I dare not stray far from Zeret. He could see it as a rejection and there's no way he can do that. But I don't want to let him have his way.

"Zaret please," I whisper, and even in those two words my helplessness resonates. I am aware that I am dependent on Zaret's decision right now. Only he can end this. But instead of saying anything, he bites my lower lip, nibbles lightly on it and pushes me back a bit. Not far. There is still no wall behind me. I really need it right now. My legs are shaking. Strong. It is difficult for me to stand. And that's the problem. I have to hold on to Zaret even tighter, so it just seems to the others like I don't want to let him go.

"Go on," he mutters softly, and the hot breath seems to burn me. God, I don't want to be that close to him. But what can I do? So I kiss him on the mouth again, but squeeze my thighs closer together. Zaret notices and blows annoyed air out of his nose. "Kalota, I haven't made a decision yet." It sounds calm. As if he's not blackmailing me right now. And that just goes to show how cold he is. After all, he's threatening not only me, but also Claire. Your physical well-being is at stake here. Not for mine. And he doesn't seem to care at all. No qualms about involving a third person in our disputes. No, the main thing is that he has his victory. But I could never forgive myself for doing something like that to Claire.

"Zaret, you won, okay?" It's hard for me to hold back my sobs. God, it hurts so much to keep losing. I only wanted to win once. Just be the one to laugh, just once. But I probably never will be. Not as long as Zaret is in my life. "So please let it be," I manage to choke out, hoping that there is something like compassion in him somewhere. He must also notice that I'm on the ground. What else does he want? But apparently Zaret hasn't had enough. He snorts a laugh and brushes his lips against my cheek. Sinks his teeth into my skin before lightly licking my earlobe.

"I decide when it's good. And it's not that far yet," he whispers softly, his mouth brushing against me with every word. But that's not what draws my attention, it's that he's running his fingers over my inner thigh. Higher and higher. Pete says something, but I can't understand what exactly. Zaret's breathing is too loud for that. And then there's the rushing in my ears. The second time today someone can break into my center without my being able to do anything about it. No Here it's even worse I'll let it Spread my legs for the man who hurts me day in and day out.

And so Zaret can roam unhindered over my labia. The warmth of the fingers feels wrong. Unnatural. These shouldn't be there and I want to back down. It's incredibly difficult for me not to just take a step back and it's probably only thanks to my job that I can defy this instinct.

it's only a matter of time before that changes. And Zaret doesn't immediately start toying my clit hard.

Almost carefully, he touches the pearl and plays with it lightly. Gives my body a chance to get used to it. And as wrong as it is, it's reassuring that he doesn't immediately exert all his power. There is no greed. No urging. Zaret gives me the time I need. Still, I can't suppress a low whimper. And it's not because I feel backed into a corner, but because the friction between his skin and mine is decreasing. I'm getting slightly wet already. Zaret can glide through my labia more and more effortlessly. And he does. I think he wants to show me that he can control my bodily functions himself.

But he never comes near my entrance. Although he brushes in the direction, but each time withdraws again quite quickly. He is considerate. That is clear. Zaret knows the rape is still in my bones and that just touching my entrance could make me stiffen. And as paradoxical as it is, I wish he could stick a finger in me. Then I could defy his efforts and send him to hell. But that's hard for me. Incredibly difficult. I can't understand how Zaret can manage so much gentleness when all he knows is cruelty. But again his words echo in my head. That sex is not just about giving.

"At least admit that you like it," he whispers, amusement clearly resonating in his voice. His lips touch mine once more. As light as a feather he touches it and I probably only notice the touch because the stubble scratches hard against my skin.

"Pffff, I don't like it." My voice actually sounds safe. But it is the truth. How am I supposed to like this? Eventually I'll be forced to do it again. And just because my body reacts to it, doesn't mean that it will now find out about me in a benevolent manner.

But Zaret doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he chuckles softly and digs his free hand into my hair. "I could make sure you at least get a glimpse of how real sex works." His lips still hover over mine and our voices are lowered. Pete and Claire need to hear that we're talking, but they can never hear the content. And so I blow out my breath in disbelief. "Sure, you'd definitely like to do that right here." And as much as there is mockery in my voice, Zaret manages to awaken this thought again, which I never want to think through to the end. The one that raises the question of how he is in bed. What if we weren't in this situation, but just fell on each other. And as wrong as it is I'm sure Zaret is not telling a lie. That he would combine hardness and softness perfectly.

He bites my lower lip tentatively, tugging at it lightly. And even that contains as much softness as some can't even produce with a kiss. God, how the hell can that be? "You have to make compromises sometimes," he murmurs softly and straightens up a little further. Just so we can look at each other. And again there is that boyish look. It's paradoxical that he manages to appear like this. His entire body speaks a different language. The muscles sticking out strongly from the skin. The face covered with scars. And yet he looks carefree. Like a child who doesn't yet know all the cruelties in the world. Once again he gently rubs his finger over my labia and this time he gets closer to my entrance.

I take a deep breath, waiting for the feeling of absolute despair. It's not coming. Yes, not even afraid. And so I stop and pucker my eyebrows. That's funny. Zaret seems to sense my reaction. Immediately he laughs softly and ventures a little closer to my entrance and now I can only shake my head in disbelief. It's uncomfortable, yes. But only because I know whose finger it is and not because the memories are raining down on me. Damn, what's wrong with me?

"Do you see." He is pleased. Zaret is as happy as a little child about this victory. The eyes literally glitter and the broad grin makes the whole picture even more perfect. "I am a wizard."

And that now ensures that a slight smile creeps onto my face too. A Wizzard. Sure, of course. What else? But before I can open my mouth to answer him, Pete speaks, "I can't let that happen here. Zaret..."

"Shut up," barks Zaret, and there's that rumble of thunder again. I automatically jerk away a bit and that makes Zaret smile. Of course, he delights in the fact that he's already bullied me enough to duck his anger. Pete grumbles something else. And even if I don't hear the words, I notice the uncertainty in them. He's afraid of drawing Zaret's attention. Normally he would probably get the thugs now to scare Zaret away. It just doesn't work here because they are all friends with him. So just one look from Zaret in Pete's direction is enough for him to fall silent immediately.

And then he turns back to me, lowering his eyes to my lips for a moment while he slowly wanders back to my clit. But again Zaret takes his time. "Where were we?" He raises an eyebrow questioningly and of course it is clear that Zaret remembers very well what we were just talking about. But now I could once again make my displeasure with the whole situation clear. "You were about to let go of me and leave." My voice is a bit too high, but that doesn't bother me in the least. Zaret has heard far more shrill tones from me. And so I grimace in desperation as he now circles my clit. "But Kalota, you can't really want that, can you?" He rubs my clit with a little more pressure and I cling to Zaret even tighter. Due to the previous stimulation, it seems a little more sensitive. And so far Zaret has only played an easy game.

"Yes," I force out, only looking into his eyes. Just don't show weakness now. Still, I can't help but hold my breath. In it, Zaret needs to hear what he's doing to me. This one is difficult. Partially ticked off. And Zaret really doesn't need any more signs that my body is enjoying his touch.

He licks his lips lightly and even though I hardly thought it possible, his eyes seem to shine even more. "I really like your stubborn nature." Zaret tilts his head slightly and I would like to laugh out loud. Yes, he likes her. That's why he keeps hitting me for it.

"So I'll make you a proposal," he whispers, rubbing my cheek with his thumb incessantly, fingers still tangled in my hair. And now I just look at him with wide eyes. A suggestion. That sounds like a compromise. Totally out of character for him. But Zaret takes his time, first leaning down to my ear. "I want to hear you moan." The bass of the voice seems to be even more present than it already is and this alone is enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "But I don't mean your fake groans, Kalota." He bites a little harder on the neck below my ear and now his teeth are digging painfully into my skin. I gasp, but that's not what bothers me, it's his words. Why would he want that?

"I want to hear your lust unfiltered. Just once," he murmurs softly and kisses the spot he just bit again. Then we'll see each other again. And one thing is clear: this isn't just about Claire anymore. We are both aware of that. Even from my consciousness she has been shooed away. Through Zaret's way. Through all his confidence. I want to prove to him that he can cross me. So I press my lips together and meet his gaze. But all he says back is a wheeze of laughter. "Why are you making it so difficult for yourself, little Kalota?" And with that he increases the pressure of his finger. Constantly pushes me into another world and it's getting harder and harder to see the evil Zaret. The one I hate so much. At least there would be a hardness in his face again. But this is not there. Instead, he seems to be enjoying the situation with every fiber of his being. And that takes away his aggressiveness. There is currently no danger from Zaret. Not for me. Not for Claire.