Chapter 6. Payback Time.

I lay in his arms unconsciously. “Take her to Herpen-abort. She will be asleep all through, the time for you to get there. I will come late” he said and Max carried me in his arms.

“What about the car, sir?” Max asked. “You can take it, I will find my way”. “I have a few something to deal with before I came to you, my little cupcake,” he said to himself while caressing my face passionately.

“Okay, sir” Max left immediately with me in his arms. While the fierce man sat back and took a few more glasses of bourbon until he received a text message and left the club.

After his undertakings which certainly didn't work in his favour, he came back to Horpen-abort very angrily that night.

I had slept throughout the journey. Later, I quivered out of sleep, panting and sweating heavily. I had a bad dream in which I was sold to a ruthless Russian gangster. I opened my eyes to check around and nothing was familiar. My heart started pounding heavily.

I was in a big room. Very clean and painted white-grey. The room was empty with only furniture; a cupboard, a table and a table lamp by the bed and the bed were soft and comfortable.

I had no idea where I was, but I was certainly not in the right place and I felt it deep within my soul. I was terrified.

Frightened, I hastily stepped down the white sheet bed with my heart in my stomach. I rushed to the door and I tried opening it in vain. The door was locked and my fear intensified. I shook the handle in vain.

“Someone help me!” I began hitting the door hopelessly with tears filling in my ears. I was shivering. I knew I had to run away before he arrived but how could I do that?.

“It's useless, no one can hear you… we’re the only people in this building… Except for the security men downstairs,” he ruthlessly said and my heart slipped into my stomach. I hastily veered back and I saw him seated on a couch at the other end of the room.

How come didn't I see him?.

He stood up and moved closer to me. OMG, I was finally able to see the face of my abductor and he was fierce and breathtaking. His posture was intimidating. So intimidating that I was ready to surrender without any form of resistance.

He had the most shocking and electric brown eyes I had ever seen. His hairs were long, so long that he held it at the back of his head like a Viking but in a modern version with well-groomed beards.

He moved very closer, so close that I could feel his body touching mine and I was so uncomfortable. I was standing in a bikini inform of a fierce stranger who didn't hide his appetite for me. He glared at me lustfully.

The atmosphere was getting awkward. I took visible steps away from him. Unfortunately, he was faster than me. He held me before I could move too far and hastily pulled me into the bed.

Heavily, I fell into the bed on my back. “What are you doing?” I wondered aloud. He pulled me like a piece of trash. It was embarrassing and terrifying.

“It's time you fulfil your duty. I paid you for that” instantly he took off his coat, untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt while shifting down on me. “No…” I whimpered. Tears had filled my eyes. Yet, he didn't care. “Stop being a tease,” he coldly whispered.

I had not yet realised what was going on until he stranglehold my neck, a painful gasp escaped my quivering lips with tears effortlessly rushing down my cheeks.

Gradually he leaned on me and I felt eerie. It was my first time being so close to a man and it was nothing close to what I had all imagined for me. I always imagined that it was going to be a very joyful and intimate moment between my lover and I. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Even in my wildest dream, I never imagined giving up my virginity in such bitter circumstances.

He got so close that I could feel his breath blowing on my face. My heart was in my stomach and my arm folded around my empty body. I was half-naked and the room was cold.

But I was so terrified that I couldn't feel my legs anymore, I couldn't feel my fingers either. I couldn't even feel the coldness and emptiness of the room anymore. All I could feel was him on top of me and slight pain in the neck.

Then in a shortcoming, I heard him whisper, “Don't shoot me for this!” and he pressed his lips on mine and before I could release it he was already kissing me.

“Game over,” I told myself. I didn't know what to do, whether I had to scream in vain, knowing that no one was going to come to my rescue or succumb, and perhaps I could get some pleasure in the process?.

The kissing was getting deeper. I felt his long wet tongue soaked into my mouth, rapidly rolling around my tongue. His lips were softer than anything I had ever felt; soft as a soft spoon cake, soft like billing into cotton candy. It was soft and effortlessly soft.

I don't know why, but I showed no resistance. Perhaps it was because all I was praying for at that moment was how to get part of the money he paid from Bestie to heal my mum after the horrible experience I was about to live. I understood I was the sacrifice.

Don't get me wrong, I did no efforts to please him either. I laid stiff like a rock. I was shattered, physical and mentally weak to even raise a finger.

I had diverse and unexplainable feelings at that moment. Above all, I was mad and irritated. Also, I was trying to understand what was going on. I mean, I was sold to a psychopath by my childhood best friend. I think that pained me more.

I had gotten so lost in my thought that at a certain point I had forgotten that he was laying on top of me. Sadly, the feeling didn't last as I was brutally snatched out of my deepest thought when I felt him trying to get into me.

I shrieked effortlessly, it was painfully “You're hurting me,- -- stop…” I cried. Tears helplessly rolled down my cheeks. The worse was that he didn't stop. He was so busy trying to get into my tights, that he squeezed and licked my boobs passionately. My V-core was narrow and tight and any effect, even as little as a gently tap made me suffer.

Suddenly, I was freed. He shifted back and I felt relieved.

Then, boom! I felt a very stiff and painful pull on my V-core. It was him trying to get into me again. It was so painful, so painful that I couldn't help but fight him to stop. I wrapped up my legs, closing my laps. There was no way he could break through.

Without any effort, he took control of me. With a hand, he pinned my hands to the bed, slightly above my head. “Stop fighting! You will get hurt if you continue” he ruthlessly said and my eyes were filled with tears.

I glared at him with slight confusion. He displayed no mercy and with his other hand, he widely unfolded my lap with no effort like a pair of scissors.

He won!.

“Please, don't…” I only had my eyes to cry and nothing else. I was speechless. All was left over to him. He glared at him ruthlessly, like he was finding pleasure in seeing my surfing. Perhaps that was how he fed his ego.

Surprisingly, he stepped down from me and zipped back his d*ck into his trouser. “Don't get used to this!” he coldly exclaimed, with that, he left the room.

As soon as he locked the door behind him, I busted into heavy tears.