Chapter 8. I have to leave!

The next morning, he sat at the dining table, with a different set of fruit portrayed and different meals on. He was still angry about what happened last night. He wished the deal pulled through.

Suddenly, his mind drifted back to what happened last night and he scoffed at the thought of it. He wished he had tasted her, and enjoy a great period of fantasy with her perfect body.

It had been a long since he met a woman, so he just wanted to be patient with her as she kind of looked innocent, at the same time charming and beautiful.

He smirked, seeing himself calling her beautiful. He didn't remember the last time, he ever did that, but there was something different about her. To be honest, he wasn't expecting to get such a juicy pretty girl from that creepy place since most girls there are used and looked crooked, Little did he know that she was a complete newbie.

I was still staring through the window, the thought of yesterday's experience left shattered and void of trust. My body was too weak to walk out of the room. My thoughts made me sick.

I slowly, got up from the bed, though still in terrible pain from yesterday's escapade. I glanced at the door and found it still open. “Great! I think this is another opportunity to run away!” said to myself.

I had to think smart and run away with the little money I had. That wasn't the type of life I wished for, I never wished to be a sex slave to anyone and worse to be sold by my best friend “How can she even sleep at night?” I frowned.

“Omg, I'm not a prostitute, — not that I judge them or whatsoever, but that's not my profession. I mean job, or whatsoever. All I ever wanted was to have a decent job, find the man of my dreams, have kids and live a happy life until I die. Not a life of enduring sexual slavery and tears!” I hit my face in dismay as I saw all my hopes fleeing away.

A new strength from within was birthed as I slowly stood up from the bed tugging myself towards the door.

My mind drifted back to last night; Luckily he didn't even penetrate. I mean what would have happened to me if he eventually forcefully entered me? I guess I won't have been unable to move right now.

Nasty though came alongside my fears, to be honest, that wasn't pleasant at all but damn it! he had a huge white d*ck whiter than his skin with a reddish cap… I wished I could have a taste of it in normal circumstances, out of this hell.

Physical he was the perfect description of a handsome man, with a broad chest, nice d*ck seize, tall and intimidating body structure and the perfect description of the man of my dreams. Unfortunately, his character had nothing to do with what I ever wanted and that was a turn-off.

I crawled away from the door to the bathroom. There I sank into the bathtub as the warm water came upon my cold skin.

At that point, I felt hope, I felt energized, and I was ready to fight. I washed myself and my hair before coming out of the tub. In the bathroom I found a white towel, I took it and wrapped it over my body.

I came out of the bathroom walking toward the huge mirror in the room. Gazed at my image that was reflected in the mirror, I smiled as I saw my round standing boobs, with my curve and big buttocks.

I quickly wiped my body. I didn't bother to apply lotion to my body. I reached for her clothes, the same cloth I had on. I dressed up and went out of the room.

When I got to the corridor, I went straight to my left and I finally saw him sitting on a chair facing a long huge table filled with food. He was so deep into his thoughts that he didn't even notice my presence.

I walked towards him calling for his attention as I pulled my feet to the ground creating a sore sound yet nothing. I stood in front of him and snapped my fingers, and he jerked.

"What?" he asked me. "I am leaving" I replied to him. "You are free to leave, it's stated in the contract," he said, as he took an apple from a bowl I fruits. Then he threw the apple in the air and caught it.

“Wow, just like that?” I explained to myself. At that point, I am damn glad to leave and never come back. Perhaps he wasn't as ruthless as I thought. I said to myself.

I turned, facing the door to leave, and then I heard his voice, "Won't you eat breakfast, — before leaving?". Those words sent a chilled feeling down my spine. Was he starting to care about me, I asked myself.

When he made that comment, I paused and didn't move. After seconds I turned back and feigned ignorance, that I didn't hear what he said. "Breakfast is ready, have some before you go," he said to me.

"That's nice of you, but I ain't eating," I told him. He looked at me, with disdain, stood up from his seat and smirked. At that point I was jittery. There was no way I could seat with him at the same table, I had his money, gun and jacket on.

He walked toward me, with the apple still in his hands. When he got to where I was standing, he placed his right hand on my neck slowly moving it to my hands and dragged me.

My heart was pounding. My thoughts were only on the gun and money in the jacket. What if he saw it? I tried removing his hands because I was going through pains, but it was a waste of time. I was no match for him.

He pulled me down to sit and ordered me to eat before I leave.

I look at the table and stood up, I said to him, “I ain't eating, all I want is to get out of here" I yelled at him.

Surprisingly, he laughed and said “I didn't say, you aren't allowed to go, all I asked was for you to eat and leave my presence," he said, as he relaxes his back on the chair on which he was sitting.

I still, stood and told him point blank I wasn't going to eat any of the meal. Then he said something that threw me off balance, “You eat and get to go home. You don't and I get to have sex with you and keep you here for three days" he threatened.

Those words came as a big shock to me. I didn't see it coming.

Immediately, I sat down, I thought of what he just said, I agreed to eat and leave. As my eyes scanned through the table, a thought came into my mind, what if he was just joking.

What if, he only said this so I can eat, as the thought flooded my mind, I looked at him and I saw his eyes were fixed on me. Immediately, I looked away. I scanned the table and dipped my hands in a bowl containing bananas and strawberries.

I took some quantities out and placed them on the plate right in front of me. I looked at him again to know what he was doing and guess what. His eyes were still fixed on me, and when I traced his eyes, they were glued to my body.

His eyes were fixed on my boobs. I wasn't sexually experienced but I could see that lustful desire in his eyes as he looked at me. I looked away and decided to feast on the bananas and strawberries so I could get out of this place.

I started eating, and as I ate, the more I wanted more, the fruits were so sweet, that I couldn't resist the urge for more. When I was through with the ones I placed on my plate, the next thing I noticed was that I saw myself reaching out for more.

And before I knew it, I had consumed more than what I bargained for.

I looked at him and his eyes were still fixed on me, his eyes moving up and down my body.

"You have twenty seconds to finish the fruits on your plate, failure to do that, I am gonna have sex with you," he said as he looked at me.

The sound of those words shattered my heart, what have I gotten myself into, I asked myself.

How do I finish this fruit, I was lost in my thoughts.

As I looked in his direction I heard the number, number eleven and my heart beat increased, I tried eating everything. And like magic, I just had one banana left and he was in number eighteen…

I looked at him and I could see a burning desire in his heart to have me to himself, but I wasn't ready for that. Although I felt very lonely at times due to my monotonous life and I had planned on losing my virginity that year, that wasn't the way I wanted it to be.

I was craving passion romance and love. I man who loved me and could stand with me through thick and thins. And not a nymphomaniac.

He stood up from his seat, and like a speed of light...