"50 million dollars"The words hang in the air and Angelica Smith was auctioned to Damien Victor.Kidnapped and sold, the first shock came to her when she learned that her bidder was none other than her brother's best friend.Little did she know that it was only the first of many dark secrets that were yet to be revealed because he was no longer the same man whom she used to admire in her teenage years.The one who can never see a scratch on her skin wanted to leave such deep marks that she remembers her whole life and she wasn't even sure why he was taking revenge on her.What would happen when she learned about his hidden intentions?Will she ever be able to come out of his cage or will she remain his plaything?✿✿✿✿✿✿✿'No one can hurt, touch, see, or feel you except me. You are mine, Tesoro. I will break you until you don't accept it' ~ Damien Victor 'You can have my body, not my soul. I will never submit to you, even if you kill me' ~ Angelica Smith ××××××××Features highly mature content 🔞

1. His plaything

"Strip"

A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the word that I was dreading. I was waiting for my hands to get free from the handcuffs and finally, when they were free the voice paralyzed me to my place because it sounded too familiar.

Every fiber of my being was urging me to escape from this nightmare but I found myself bound to my place with invisible ropes.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The voice pierced through the air as he again spoke in his thick and authoritative voice which flinched me at my place, breaking the chain of my thoughts.

Slowly my shaky hands and fumbling fingers moved up to loosen the blindfold. As the fabric slipped away, my eyes widened in horror, my jaw dropped and my breath hitched in my throat looking at the man standing in front of me whom I was least expecting to be a part of this dreadful and sinful scenario.

Suddenly the room felt smaller as he looked tall and scary like a dark shadow looming over me.

"Strip!" He ordered again, his voice tinged with impatience and I could feel a fresh wave of fear coursing through my veins.

My mind was still trying to grapple with the reality of the situation and what has transpired with me within a single, harrowing day.

Three months ago, my brother was murdered by a mafia gang which left me and my family completely devastated. The reason for his murder and the murderer is unknown. Even the police were not ready to help us in the matter and they dismissed us by calling it an accident. As a lawyer, I decided to collect the pieces of evidence against all the running Mafia gangs and file a case against them in court.

Everything was going fine and today I was about to win the case but in a nightmarish twist of events I was abducted from my home, last night. And in the morning I found myself getting auctioned among those I dared to challenge and sold to the highest bidder as the punishment of going against them.

I still couldn't shrug off the feeling when I woke up in a dark room, filled with masked men, whose eyes were moving on my body, vying for their chance to own me.

I protested and fought but nothing was of use because my hands and legs were tied tightly to the chair and my pleas went to dead ears while I was being auctioned like an object.

One million, two million, three million, the price of bidding are still echoing in my head and my final price was fifty million dollars. No one dare to outbid it as if the bid came from the Mafia Lord himself whom no one could defy.

I didn't have any idea where they were taking me because my eyes were blindfolded until now, engulfing me in the world of darkness which was waiting for me ahead.

But now that my eyes have opened and I could see everything, I have become even more confused.

"Damien?" The first thing that came out of my mouth was the name of the person standing in front of me. My voice quivered and the confusion was quite audible in my voice.

I blinked multiple times to make sure that I was not in any Haze and that what I was seeing was right.

"It's Sir for you. I have bought you by paying the highest price" he wasn't sounding like the person I know. His words were harsh which blew me in the guts.

He was never so rude and inconsiderate. What happened to him all of a sudden?

And what baffled me, even more, was that he was among the Mafias.

How and when?

My brain was filled with so many questions at the same time that I couldn't think of anything.

Is it possible that he has come here as my savior?

"You brought me here to protect me from all those men. Right?" I asked to confirm, staying positive even in the darkest times.

"I don't want to keep you in any misunderstanding"

He made himself comfortable on the couch, his posture oozing arrogance as he spread his arms and legs like a King on his throne, looking at me as if I was his slave.

"I haven't bought you to save you from anyone but to satisfy my needs. I wanted your body from the first moment I laid my eyes on you" he admitted with unsettling bluntness.

My heart sank in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in, revealing the side of him that shattered the image that I had of him in my mind.

There was not even one percent of emotions in those green orbs. He was looking at me as if I was a stranger to him which hurt me even more.

In these three months, he has changed so much physically and emotionally. Now everything about him screams darkness and danger, a shift that chills down my bones.

"Now come here" he commanded, patting his thigh, signaling me to sit on his lap.

I shuddered and I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. I always looked at him with admiration but I never knew that such a devil was lurking behind that handsome face, his dirty intentions were now radiating off him.

Philip was right when he used to ask me to stay away from him. Maybe he knew his real face and now he is taking advantage of my brother not being with me.

The fact that I wanted to find Charming was now looking like a nightmare to me.

He was waiting for me to make any move but I stayed at my place, too afraid to move even an inch.

"Damien, how could you do this to me when you know I am your friend's sister" I was on the verge of a breakdown.

"But not mine" he retorted sharply, his words crisp and harsh.

"But Philip?" I managed to blurt out, my throat tightening with my emotions as I struggled to keep my composure "You know he has been killed brutally. Instead of standing by me, you..."

Before I could complete myself, he lunged to his feet, his hand shooting out like lightning to wrap around my throat, cutting off my words and my breath. Panic surged through me as his grip tightened, leaving me gasping for air.

"Don't take that wretched pig's name in front of me" his voice dipped with venom, his nails digging sharply into my skin "or I will make it more painful for you than it is already going to be"

I could see nothing else than raw anger and hatred in his eyes as they bore into mine. I could see his veins pulsing angrily on his neck and temple.

The once gentle emerald pools of his eyes have now transformed into a tumultuous storm, blazing with an intense fury that was enough to burn with a simple gaze.

Those eyes which once used to pull me like a magnetic force towards him with just a glance were filled with hatred for me, leaving me thinking about where I went wrong to receive this from him.

His hands, the very ones, which have helped me countless times were now wrapped around my neck, ready to squeeze the life out of me.

His closeness which used to fasten my heartbeat was now threatening me to the core.

I am sure my face has turned red due to the lack of oxygen. Just when I felt my strength waning and I thought I would die if he kept his hold for one more second he left me and I coughed loudly, gasping for air.

"What has happened to you?" I asked once I was fine "You and Philip have spent your entire teenage together and you two were inseparable during those days. You have visited our house so many times, our mother used to love you so much but we never saw this side of yours before"

A sudden rage seems to urge through his veins listening to my words.

"Your brother is responsible for this!" He seethed through his clenched teeth.

Philip?

What has he done that changed Damien so much?

"He is dead now" I reminded him and the tears that I was holding all this time rolled down my cheeks as I missed my brother badly. I am still not over to his death.

"No one knows that better than me" his words slashed through the air "because I am the one who killed him with my own hands!"

My eyes widened to the point of coming out of their sockets, the ground below me slipped and it seems like someone has thrown tons of bricks over me.

"And now you dear Angelica"

His voice became chillingly intimate and I shivered as the temperature of the room suddenly dropped by several degrees. His finger which he might have used to kill my brother trailed down from my temple to my jaw and rested below my chin to lift it up

"You are going to be my plaything"

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Warning - This story contains violence/sexual scenes which may be triggering for some readers.

2. In his Hell

He was standing so close to me that his hot breath was fanning my face, chilling me with his proximity.

My abduction, auction, and now his changed personality came as such a surprise to me that I couldn't wrap my head around it. My eyes were still moving around his face, trying to accept his reality.

"I think you are not comfortable here. Let's go home, which is going to be a cage for you, for the rest of your life." His words were laced with a kind of calmness that sent shivers down my spine.

My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes widened, and I shook my head vigorously, but it had no effect on him.

He took a step back, and in a swift move, he grabbed my wrist in his tight hold, his fingers making an iron grip, and started pulling me with him, overpowering my strength. Digging my feet to the floor, I tried my best not to sway away from his strength.

"I won't go anywhere with you," I protested, trying to make myself free from his deadly grip.

His head snapped at me sharply, his eyes shooting fireballs at me.

"Behave, or I won't hesitate to collar you and lead you out on a leash," he threatened me, chilling my very soul and draining the color of my face.

Every word from him is like a dagger to my heart. I can't believe him.

I am feeling ashamed of myself for having a crush on him. I didn't know that he was such a cheap person.

He kept on dragging me without a care, and I was barely able to match his big steps. He let me through the hall, where I could see several men enjoying themselves with girls and drinks, and I am sure they are the same who must have seen the exhibition of my life. Tears welled up in my eyes as my ears rang with their cheers every time someone put a higher bid on me, reminding me of the humiliation I faced today.

As much as I wanted to cry, I decided not to because this would only make me weak. Now that I have found the real culprit behind the death of my brother, I should be taking revenge on him. But the first thing I need to do is get free from his clutches. I have to think of something really quick before it gets too late.

Never in my nightmare, did I think that my life would it take such a dark turn, and still I am not sure what we have done wrong.

He pushed me inside the car before following my suit and ordering the driver to take us home. I thought of jumping out of the car, but before I could put my plan into action, he pressed the child lock.

"Let me Go!" I shouted out of frustration and thrashed around, but he remained unaffected by my pleas.

How could he be so cold and inconsiderate?

I can't believe he is the same person who could not see even a single cut on my skin.

Feeling desperate, I considered breaking the window, but his strong grip on my jaw stopped me. He turned my head forcefully, his eyes blazing with raw anger and passion locked onto mine, unbothered by the tears that were filling them.

"You can't escape now!" He growled in anger, "Accept your fate, you are mine."

My eyes widened when suddenly he slammed his lips on mine, and the tears that I was holding back spilled from the corner of my eyes as I squeezed them tightly.

I didn't want my first kiss to be like this. I had wished for something beautiful, not this nightmare.

Yes, I always dreamed of him, but not in a situation like this. As much as I wanted him earlier, now all I want is for him to let me go.

His lips were warm and soft, but they felt harsh against mine. Every touch of his lips against mine was a dark reminder that he is a murderer and the reason behind creating havoc in my life.

He bit my lower lip, but I kept my lips pressed tightly together. I wasn't giving in!

He pulled back, his thumb caressing the spot that he had just bitten. He pressed it, and I hissed in pain.

"Soon," he murmured against my lips, his eyes not leaving them even for a second.

His eyes were clearly indicating his intentions. No self-control worked at that moment, and tears streamed down my face, but his heart remained cold and unmoved by my pain.

He was determined to take revenge for the crime I never committed. I wiped my tears from the back of my palm because they were of no use. I need strength to fight him, I can't waste my energy.

The car came to a halt in front of a massive house that appeared to belong to the man who had just destroyed my beautiful life.

He didn't waste any time getting out of the car and walked around to open the door on my side. He extended his hand to me for support. My gaze trailed up to his, in a complete rage, my eyes still red from all the crying.

"Consider this the first and last time I will ever treat you so well!"

The shift in his tone drew my attention and brought my brows together. When I didn't move, he just took my palm in his and yanked me out of the car roughly, without caring that he could hurt me this way, which he actually did.

The thought that he murdered my brother with the same hands that are currently holding my palm, made me sick in my stomach.

"Welcome to my hell, Ms. Angelica Smith. "

The way he called my full name made me shudder, but I shrugged off the feeling immediately.

I wanted to know why he murdered my brother and why he was so determined to ruin my life. But before I could ask him, he grabbed me and pulled me away, not allowing me to say anything other than follow him like a puppet on strings.

As we walked in, I was taken aback by the beauty of his mansion. We are rich as well, but not as much as he is!

He seems like a billionaire! I never visited his house, so I was unaware of his wealth or his profession.

I would have appreciated the beauty of his home if I had come here under different circumstances. Right now, the beautiful walls of his room appear to me to be a cage made by the blood and tears of innocents. The beautiful walls were suffocating me, engulfing me in their darkness.

I just wanted to kill him, exact my vengeance, and flee to a place where I could live peacefully with my parents.

When a woman emerged from the kitchen, my attention was drawn to her. I was surprised to see her because I assumed he lived alone. Her gaze was drawn to me, and she was surprised to see me. Her eyes then shifted to our hands, and she became even more perplexed.

"OUT!"

Damien roared at the woman, and I flinched. Her gaze was drawn to him as well, as she had not anticipated the sudden outburst. The way he yelled was so fierce, it was as if he were possessed by some inner beast.

"I want this house empty in five minutes," he commanded, his words leaving no room for protest. "I intend to spend the night with her alone. I don't want a single soul around."

When he mentioned the night being spent alone, I gulped and shuddered.

Instead of moving, the woman looked up into my eyes, and I begged her not to leave me alone, telling her that I am being forced here and that I am not sure what this beast would do to me if she left me alone. I refuse to let her go at any cost! She understood my predicament and didn't move from her place.

"I said, GET OUT!"

The sheer force of his command compelled the woman to hastily retreat into the kitchen, leaving me alone with him, a captive to his whims, a pawn in his dark game.

As he roared, his grip on my wrist became so tight that I thought he would snap it in half. But he doesn't appear to mind. He intends to have only wanted to inflict more pain on me.

He has brought me here to make my life a living hell.

But why?

The question was coming to my head again and again.

I have never done anything to him other than observe him from a distance. I don't even know about his family.

The lady who appears to be the housekeeper then came out with two more people, and the three of them rushed out of the house as if they would be killed if they stayed for more than a second.

My body turned around, and my gaze followed them out, but he didn't wait for me and began dragging me somewhere I didn't know. The fear that had taken root within me was overpowering.

I was terrified!

Terrified for my dignity ...

My life is already a mess, and I can't let him rob me of my innocence as well.

I know I am determined to exact my vengeance on him, but how could I fight him if he used his strength against me?

Before I could protest or say anything, he pushed me, and I found myself in a room where everything was gray. When my ears heard a clicking sound, my eyes stopped moving around the room. My head snapped in his direction, and I discovered that he had just locked the door, his eyes lustfully moving down my body.

I felt as if I were nothing more than a slab of meat in his eyes, an object to satisfy his desires, and he did not attempt to conceal his intentions.

"Let's resume where we left off!" The sharpness behind his words was impossible to ignore, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

His gaze returned to my face, stopping me in my tracks, and his next words caught my breath in my throat because I could sense the harshness behind them.

"Strip"

3. Determined to ruin her

After ordering me once again, he walked to his bed and sat on its edge. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, waiting for me to start following his command. A heavy weight of fear settled on my chest, leaving me immobile once again.

"Strip before I decide to do it in my way," his voice was laced with a cruel warning, his palms bearing his weight as he leaned forward, "and believe me, it would be very painful, especially when I am not in the mood to go easy on you."

"Please, anything but this. Please, Damien..." I tried my luck once.

"Sir," he corrected me before I could say anything, "I would like to hear you screaming my name only when I am inside you."

His words hit me like a cold wave of realization. I shuddered when the meaning behind his words hit me.

I am not getting why I am here in the first place. I didn't want them to sell me or anyone to make me his pet. I was an independent woman, and my only dream was to save enough money for further studies. But here I am trapped in the nightmare of despair and degradation as someone's plaything,

Just when I was about to take a step back to find some escape, his arm reached out to my waist, and he yanked me towards him. I landed on his lap.

"No!" I wriggled, my desperation pushing me to escape his deathly grasp, but his firm hold on my waist left no room for me to break free. His arm around my waist felt like a thorny rope.

I can't cry! I can't!

I have to be strong. I need to fight against him.

"You want freedom?" His question abruptly halted my movement, and my head turned to meet his gaze.

I nodded my head frantically. I want it.

"The extent of your liberty depends on how you please me tonight." An evil smirk graced his lips, a display of his cruelty that made me want to scratch off his face.

Suddenly the arm that was holding me tightly against his body loosened, and he let me go. Taking it as an opportunity, I stood up immediately.

My eyes flickered around, looking for any way to escape from this monster.

"Don't even think about trying to escape because you can't!" He was quick to read my eyes and my intentions. "You are in my den, in my room!" He growled.

His eyes trailed down my body, looking at it with lust. The moment was so embarrassing for me that my eyes moved down. I didn't know he was so shameless.

"Dance for me!" His unexpected command took me off guard, and my eyes snapped up at him in pure horror. I could feel my ears and cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.

He was sitting there with his legs wide spread on the bed, his palms resting back, taking the weight of his body with amusement dancing in his eyes.

How could he enjoy humiliating me?

"I think there is some problem with your hearing organ," he said when I didn't move from my place. "For your own good, I suggest you fix it soon because every time you made me repeat myself, you would have to pay heavy consequences, which would be pleasurable to me and painful to you."

He tilted his head as if he were giving me one more chance to comply with his order. I looked down, and the intensity of his gaze was pricking me, goosebumps rose all over my skin.

"I can't," I muttered, my voice low as I tried to control my tears with my eyes still on the floor.

"You can! I have watched you performing in the college" My eyes snapped up at him and I found him smirking at me, mockingly "and you used to enjoy the attention you get from the boys. Didn't you?"

The tears that I controlled with so much difficulty again started to prick my eyes at his allegations.

Does he think so low of me?

I used to dance for my passion, not to gain attention! My dance was always decent, with my clothes properly covering me. It was his eyes that saw me that way.

"You are not understanding, how deep trouble you are in" he continued, his tone dripping with poison "When I can kill your brother and bring you here than just imagine what I could possibly do to your parents"

His words took me by surprise. I still don't understand why he is doing this to me! To my loved ones! What we have done to him to get all this?

"You will not do anything to them" my voice came out stern and loud more than expected.

"I won't" he clicked his tongue "until and unless you behave"

Suddenly he stood up and started walking towards me. His posture was calm, but the fire in his eyes chilled me to the bone.

"Stay at your place!" I forewarned him, stepping back.

"How about if I don't?" He inquired in a challenging tone, his eyebrows cocked, and took a larger step this time, reducing the gap between us.

"I will call the police and tell him that you tried to touch me against my will," I threatened him.

I know I sounded stupid here but I was saying whatever was coming to my head. I just want to get free from this devil.

He burst into laughter, the sound chilling me to the core as he threw his head back.

"How adorable," he said, taking another step toward me. "Do you think the police will put me in jail for touching you if they can't catch me even after killing your brother? Huh?"

His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close, and my heart raced as I found myself pressed against his chest.

"...and I am not trying, I am going to touch you in every way, whether you want it or not!"

My hands rose in response, and I tried to push him away with all my might, but the more I wiggled, the closer he pulled me to him.

"Why are you torturing me like this? I thought you were a good man," I said when I was tired of all the struggles and I was sure that I couldn't overpower him. I was frustrated and exhausted completely.

"You were not wrong, though," he replied calmly, but his actions were completely different from his words.

A sharp cry escaped my lips as his hand on my waist made its way under my top and pinched my skin, The pressure was ruthless, as he even twisted my skin, causing a surge of pain to radiate through me. A gasp escaped my lips, and my hands that had been resting on his chest dropped down instinctively, desperately attempting to pry his hand away. But his grip remained unyielding, refusing to budge even a fraction, his expressions showing how much he was enjoying my pain. He was holding me against himself like a python coil.

"You are hurting me!" I cried out.

"I haven't even started yet, and you are already complaining," he squeezed it even tighter if possible, "Huh?"

"Leave me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and tried to wiggle out of his python grip, but it did not affect him, he held me tightly against himself.

There was no doubt about why he was my crush. He is absolutely stunning, with a chiseled jawline, a flawlessly shaped nose, plump and inviting lips, and eyes of deep green framed by thick, captivating lashes. But now, whenever I see his face, all I can think of is my brother, and I could see nothing else but a murderer in him.

He hoisted me up with one arm, exhibiting his strength, and tossed me on the bed. It took me a moment to realize what he had done because I half expected him to be throwing me on the floor.

I was disheveled but I took hold of myself immediately because I didn't have time to waste.

My gaze returned to him, his eyes filled with lust. When his fingers moved up to unbutton his shirt.

"Please," I almost cried

But my cries did not have any effect on him as he came to the bed with firm determination in his eyes that nothing was going to stop him from ruining me today.

4. His barbaric attack

He sat on his knees on the edge of the bed, his eyes once again racking over my body. I shuddered, and in a desperate attempt to escape, I crawled back, only to be pulled from my previous place by him.

In a swift and forceful motion, he grabbed my ankles before I could go out of his reach and yanked me roughly to bring me under him.

"Don't you understand that a no means no?" I was still not ready to give up.

He is a man, and naturally, he has more physical strength than me, but that does not mean he would take the wrong advantage of it. He would have to understand that consent matters in these things.

I first want to know what I have done wrong that he is giving me such a big punishment for.

As he sat on his knees to discard his shirt, I took it as an opportunity to roll to another side to make a good distance between us. Yet, his reflexes were quicker than I had anticipated; he seized my arm, wrenching me back to square one.

"You are mine," he growled loudly to make it clear to me. "My possession, my pet, I have bought you after paying a hefty amount, and I have all rights over you," he said as he got on all fours and moved towards me.

His upper body was nude, and from the corner of my eyes I could see the ink of tattoos on his bare chest, but I didn't move my gaze to stare at him as everything about him was now repelling me. His athletic body and charming face are no longer alluring to me.

I hate him to the core, and I hate myself even more for liking him. Because of him, I rejected so many boys. Only if I knew his reality before or trusted my brother.

"Who would look out for other women when he has such a beautiful girl at home, who is always available for his needs?"

His words cut off my thoughts and made my blood boil even more. I was so enraged that I could feel my brain's nerves popping out.

"Women are not mere objects!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to get this into his thick head, "Even if she is your wife, you need her consent first!" My eyes bore into his with intensity.

I won't cry even if a single tear happens and he dies right now. He gritted his teeth and drew a deep, audible breath, clearly dissatisfied by my words. I was still panting heavily, my chest heaving up and down with my outburst, and he was looking down at me with equal intensity.

Abruptly, he grabbed my jaw so tightly that, for a moment, I thought he would break it. His face came dangerously close to me, his nose brushing mine as he murmured against my lips,

"Don't you dare raise your voice on me." He applied pressure, and my hands instinctively reached up to move him away. "Don't!"

He shook his head, a silent warning echoing in the intensity of his gaze. It was quite clear that he would not regret even an ounce if he broke my jaw. Even if I wanted, I was not in a position to move my lips to retaliate.

But that didn't stop me from fighting. And to be honest, I would rather die than let him take my dignity with force.

"And these words do not suit from the mouth of a rapist's sister!"

All of my movements came to a halt as I heard his words. I thought I had heard something wrong. His words widened my eyes, and though he left my jaw, I couldn't form any words.

Sister of a rapist?

What does he mean?

His words were still echoing in my ears, and I was still trying to sink his words when I felt his hand move down to my neck. I thought he was about to squeeze it when it moved further down to grab my breast, jolting me back to reality.

"Stop! Stop it!"

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists in one of his palms and pinned them above my head, preventing me from moving around or protesting against him.

My instinct screamed at me to retaliate, to strike him with every ounce of strength I could muster, but he had my hands in his python grip. I struggled and tried my best to free my wrists from his python grip, but our bodies were so close that my every wiggle rubbed my bosom against his chest, and I could feel him growing in between my thighs.

When I was sure that I had gotten caught by him completely and was at his mercy, with no way out, overwhelmed, I started crying hysterically. The tears dribbled down the corners of my eyes continuously.

"Please, don't do this." I almost begged, but as usual, it did not affect the beast.

"There is no need for you to act so innocently, I know you are just like your brother," he snarled, staring me down. "I have seen you with those boys at college, all laughing and flirting with them!"

Flirting?

Yes, I used to laugh and talk with my male friends because I am a social person who enjoys hanging out, but he has gone too far! I didn't know that his mentality was so small.

"Who knows if you are even a virgin!"

I gasped and stared at him without blinking. I wanted to say so much, but I decided to keep my lips sealed. What he thinks about me doesn't form my character. He would only think about what he wanted. I know who I am, and that's enough.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream left my lips when he bit my neck cruelly.

It was excruciating!

I could feel liquid there, which I am certain is my own blood.

He is not a real man!

Because a true man would never force a girl to do the things he is doing to me right now!

He didn't seem to be satisfied by that, he kept on biting my neck wherever he could while I was screaming in pain, still trying to break free of his tight grip.

My legs thrashed, and my knees searched for his groin so that I could kick him away, but he was again too fast to read my intentions. His knees pinned my thrashing thighs down onto the bed, intensifying the ache that surged through my body. At this point, with his relentless onslaught, it seems like I will pass out if he keeps on with his animalistic behavior.

"Move away, move away, it's too painful. Please," I cried, my pain coming out in the form of a torrent of anguish.

He then relaxed his grip slightly, and before I could break free, he flipped me on my stomach and pressed me down with his weight. The force was jarring, and a gasp tore from my lips as the button on my top was undone, his teeth leaving a searing mark on my back. He then again flipped me on my back, clutching my wrists once more before I could use my hands.

He was turning and twisting my body to his will as if it were a toy. Each movement felt like a master who was moving his puppet on his whims, but his intention was dark.

He yanked the top down from my shoulder and attacked my neck once again, while his other hand moved down my body, squeezing and feeling my curves wherever he wanted, his touch lecherous and invasive, making me sick to my stomach.

I was completely trapped, but still, I was not ready to give up until I even had an ounce of energy left in me.

"Keep struggling, moving, and crying all you want. They are only turning me on even more!" He growled at me and bit my skin so hard that I yelped.

He moved down to my cleavage, pushing my top even lower, his one hand pinning my wrists to the bed while the other grabbed my bosom. It seems like he was under some spell, a spirit has taken control of him.

I will never be able to forgive him for what he is doing. I am not sure what I have done, but under any circumstances, this is not right!

"Don't do something you will regret later," I reminded him, with the hope that maybe he realized his mistake and stopped all this.

"I am not going to regret, not at least this." He responded with a scoff, dismissing my plea with chilling arrogance.

Then, without any warning, he opened the button of my jeans and cupped my womanhood, which was covered with panty taking me by surprise. I gasped, and my struggles became violent. No one has ever touched me there.

"Be glad that I am not doing even one percent of what you deserve!"

He cocked his head back, and I could clearly see the devil in his bloodshot red eyes. They were filled with rage and vengeance. I could see the determination in his eyes to completely destroy me, and it scared me to the core.

My eyes filled with tears, I shook my head for one last time, hoping against hope that he would stop, but he didn't.

Please, God, save me.

I cried, closing my eyes, when all my hopes were shattered.

His fingers hooked in the elastic of my panty and he was about to pull it down when we heard a loud scream of a girl, which halted him.

5. A trailer

The girl's ear-piercing scream brought him to a halt. His hands froze, and as the scream grew louder, he paused and looked to his right to confirm that he had indeed heard a cry. When the girl yelled out once more, he left me on the bed, swiftly opening the door and dashing out as if someone's life depended on it.

When he was leaving, I got to see his face for a second, and he was looking tense.

I sat up on the bed, my breath heavy and harsh from the previous incident. I thought I would lose my innocence today because of the way he was determined to ruin me forever, but the cry of the other girl saved me.

I am grateful to whomever it is.

The first thought that crossed my mind was that she might be his wife. When I didn't know that he was in the Mafia and also killed his best friend, anything was possible with him. I have always admired him from afar at the college, and even when he visited our home, he never shared anything about his family because he always liked to keep his life private.

As the screams became more painful and louder, I became tense.

As far as I know, he requested everyone to leave.

The way his demeanor changed all of a sudden, from angry to worried, I am sure about one thing: the girl is close to him.

I don't care what is going on in his life, but I can't keep myself from getting out of bed. Before exiting the room, I took a moment to adjust my clothing, fastening the buttons on my top and wiping away tears from my cheek.

I hesitated for a moment after stepping out of bed, but when I heard the painful scream again, I couldn't stop myself.

Another thought that came to mind was that he had kept a girl hostage just like me.

All I could see was a long corridor and several rooms, so I had no idea where I was. Screams and shouts from the girl forced me to take steps in the direction of the voice, and I eventually found her.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw the scene in front of me.

Damien was attempting to control a girl who was thrashing and writhing around wildly in his grip. Her hair was all over her, obscuring the view of her face, and she was dressed in a sloppy gown; her attire seemed disheveled and unkempt.

As I got closer, I noticed many deep red and purple cuts all over her white, supple skin. The wounds looked months old, but they were still deep and red. Someone appears to have beaten her, and that too brutally.

Is it Damien?

No!

He can't be this cruel. I have known him since childhood.

'Don't forget that he was just about to rape you!' my subconscious chimed in, a stark reminder of the dark reality I had narrowly escaped

Her screams were excruciating. My heart clenched as my eyes caught sight of her skin. The injuries spoke of a level of violence that was difficult to fathom.

Whoever did this to her is a true monster.

I don't know this girl, but seeing her in this state makes it difficult for me to breathe. I could feel her anguish. I shuddered at my place when I tried to understand the depth of the cruelty this girl has gone through.

"Don't touch me! Don't come near me!" Her voice was filled with terror as she screamed continuously in Damien's arms.

Her cries were more desperate than mine when I was begging Damien.

"It's me; it's me, Daisy, you are safe." Damien said as softly as he could, "You are safe, look into my eyes!"

He grabbed her chin between his fingers and forced her face to look into his eyes when she refused to stop moving.

She was still not ready to meet his gaze when he forced her to "Look into my eyes, Daizy. It's me, Damien! You are secure and safe in my arms." He chanted those words once more.

Gradually, the girl's movements ceased, and her eyes locked onto Damien's, the intensity of their connection holding her in place. After what felt like an eternity, she finally hugged him tightly, finding solace in his embrace.

"He touched me all over!" Her whole body shook as she sobbed loudly, which echoed in the whole hall. "Brother."

Brother?

Is she his sister?

"I know! We will surely take revenge," Damien said, his eyes filled with pain and rage.

"Will we?" She asked him, pulling her head back, They were so lost in each other that they didn't notice my presence.

"Yes," he said, cupping her cheek and nodding.

His thumb rubbed the tears that were now drenching her cheeks before he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Come"

He then put his arm around her shoulder and helped her walk to her room. I was so engrossed in both of them that I didn't notice when my feet followed them. However, I did not enter her room.

He helped her sit on the bed and gently assisted her in lying down. Tenderly enveloping her in a blanket, he began to hum a soothing lullaby, his hand rhythmically patting her head until her eyelids fluttered closed, succumbing to sleep. His gaze held a tenderness as if he were cradling his own infant.

I couldn't believe my eyes after seeing his softer side. I thought that now he had completely become a monster, but he was taking care of his sister as if she were made of glass and would break if he held her so tight.

Despite all this, the question was still lingering in the back of my head about who was responsible for her condition.

He then did the most unexpected thing while the girl was sleeping. He retrieved a chain and fastened it around her ankle, securing the other end to the bedpost.

I gasped.

Why is he tying her to the bed?

My gasp drew his attention, and his head snapped up in rage in my direction.

His intense glare bore into me, and it was so intimidating that I took a step back. I swallowed and prayed for the Earth to crack open and swallow me whole.

My heart started pounding loudly in my chest as he stepped towards me. I hadn't done anything wrong, but the way he was looking at me, it appeared that I was solely responsible for his sister's condition.

Taking steps back from him, I didn't realize when I came to the middle of the hall exactly where his sister was a few minutes ago.

"Did you see this?" He inquired as he walked to me and stood too close. His proximity felt suffocating.

He made sure to lock the door to her room before approaching me, and now we were standing in the middle of the hall.

"Can you see my sister's condition?" he asked, coming dangerously close to me.

"I... I" I couldn't form any words.

"And do you know who is to blame for my sister's condition?" He inquired.

I could see in his eyes that he was expecting an answer from me, and right now he appears to be so enraged that I am not sure what he would do if I didn't respond.

"Your dead brother!"

"What?" My world seemed to break down when I heard him.

"Yes!" He grabbed my waist very tightly, but I couldn't feel the pain because my mind was preoccupied with deciphering what he had just said.

"No! You are lying to me!"

"I hope I was," he exclaimed, "but the truth is, your brother raped my sister."

What?

No! This is unbelievable! My brother was never like this! There must be some misunderstanding. He was so protective of me.

He can't!

His other hand crept up to rest on my collarbone, his fingers slowly wrapping around my throat, threateningly.

"I would have loved you and cherished your beauty if we had met under different circumstances," he gritted his teeth, "but now I am going to exact my revenge for every pain my sister has endured because of you and give you every mark your brother has left on my sister's body."

He squeezed my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply. My hands thrashed up to get his palms off my throat, but his grip was so tight that I couldn't move a single finger. My face flushed red as my lungs screamed for oxygen, my very nerves straining against the pressure.

"This is not even a fraction of what my sister has gone through. I want to do to you everything your brother did to my innocent sister."

His grip tightened, and I was convinced that if he didn't leave me now, I would die. He left me just as my eyes were about to close and I was about to lose consciousness, and I collapsed on the cold floor, coughing loudly and hysterically. My whole body shook.

"Get ready, it was just a trailer."

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