"Please...."

It came as a whisper as the tears that she had held came strolling down her cheeks. She looked at him hoping that he would have consideration towards her.

“I’m still a virgin, I’ve never done it before.”

“Well that’s more I like it.”

He wheezed, with an unusual soft voice, she melted in fear as she felt the hardness of his erection pressed against her inner thighs.

She let out a gasp whilst he began to pushed inside. He was big and enormous, he wasn’t bothered about her pain as long as he was going to get satisfied.

She cried in pains as the head of his cock finally entered into her body.

“Please, make it stop, I swear, I would never talk down on you, I swear. I will fucking obey your every word, it hurt so much.”

She struggled to get him off her body, but his grip on her was to strong as he had used his strength to pin her down.

“The more you keep struggling, the more it hurt.”

Fear had overwhelmed her, different thought flashed her mind.

‘This is the tip of him inside, how much more will it hurt when he take in everything into my body.'

She trembled, fear still evident in her face. She thought of shouting for help, but couldn’t as she remembered that they all obeyed him without complain and do to his wishes, she was in his abode and not in hers.

Shutting her eyes, she felt him pushed, her flesh gave way as it tried containing his massive length.

“Look at me, Marla, fucking look at me.”

She couldn’t do so as pains enveloped her body, this was one of the reason why she never wanted to have sex, the pain that came with it was unbearable.

She knew she would have to engage in it, in fact she was preparing to let her boyfriend take her, but that was before the incident happen. She never knew that it was going to be this soon and to a stranger who came into her life in the most absorb manner ever.

She let out a scream. Her eyes bulged upon on realizing that he had torn through the thin membrane pushing past her hymen in a quick and firm thrust, he didn’t take it slow and steady like before, instead he did it out of rage.

She held unto the bed sheets tightly.

“I fucking told you to look at me, you bitch.”

He groaned as he got his full length buried inside her.

She almost pass out in pain as it became too unbearable for her. She was choking and had tried to scream but instead took steady but shallow breath to avoid passing out.

“Alexander, please.”

She begged, but it turned deaf ears. He began thrusting into her not in a slow pace but fast which worsened it as it only added to her pain.The thrust got deeper, harder and she couldn’t help but scream from the pain as it took forever.

He groaned against her ear and felt him getting thicker and longer inside of her, his cock was jerking within her, it didn’t take long he found his release. He slid out, and laid on the bed while she stood up in tears. She cried uncontrollably, she tried to get away from him but the pain in between her legs didn’t let her to.

All this could have been prevented if she wasn’t rude to this young man that laid on the bed, if her father wasn’t dead he would have had her back and ensure that his precious daughter won’t be treated cruelly, especially not like a sex slave.This is what happen when you thinks that everyone are the same and ought to be treated the same way, but how was she meant to know, how was she meant to have an idea that the man who had touched her inappropriately was the Don among the don’s in the mafia world.

She was just trying to defend herself in the way she knows how to do best.Looking at her bruised body, she managed to get up, took her clothes as she made it back to her quarter.

*****

The door came open revealing a lady in tears. She clutched her torn dress as she made her way into the room she had shared with a fellow slave.

She sat on the bed, whilst the lady looked at her with pity clearly seen on her face. She couldn’t asked her what had happened.

Marla, who was still in tears stood up and walked into the bathroom, she took her bath scrubbing her body thoroughly and harshly.

Never have she ever felt so disgusted at her self. She scrubbed and cried at the same time, the thorough scrubbing of her body caused more bruises to her body, but she didn’t care at all. Crying, she slumped to the ground as a loud thud was heard. Her fellow slave walked up to the door.

“Are you okay? I know you are hurting but you need to get a grip at yourself."

The lady, Abigail asked.

Marla ignored her. Her cries came louder than before as the events of her life came replaying In her head. If anyone had told her that her life would take a turn for worse, she would have disagree with the individual and perhaps accused him or her of being jealous.

How did her life go from the popular, rich, millionaire heiress to that of a slave. Not any slave but a sex slave to a Powerful, but ruthless man. Her life wasn’t so perfect due to family that she had, but it was ten times better than her current situation.

The door came open revealing Abigail, she was shocked at the way her body was coiled like that of a ball. She rushed to where she had sat.

“I understand how you feel, I was once in that shoe, you should grateful that you are alive, you should really be happy that he let you live.”

Marla glared at her, she bit her tongue at what she had said.

“You and I know that you would have been dead after the stunt you pulled. He held his anger while he had his way with you, you would have been…..”

“Get out from my sight, you all are the same.. You all are his bitches anyway. You all would always see whatever he does as right and wouldn’t complain. You fucking bitch.”

Marla snarled at her.

Abigail stepped away from her after she rolled her eyes.

“Just so you know you aren’t different from us, there is no difference between us.”

Marla chuckled bitterly.

“I am very different from you all, I haven’t accepted the fact that I am his bitch, you all have, you all want him, I can never lust after him and throw my self like you all do.”

“Well, I hope this attitude of yours change, it sucks, and just so you know, we do not choose this life, we do this because we have to survive, this is the life we find our self, this is the life you find your self. Ours was better, we had endured this since we weren’t rich, yours is worst, I hope you get the strength to endure everything that’s going to come your way.”

Marla stood up, she walked up to her and tried slapping her but Abigail held her hands.

“Don’t you dare lay your fucking hands on me, I have tolerated enough from you but not this, I won’t let you lay your hands on me. You aren’t the rich brat you think you are, you are a slut, get that in your brains if you have one.”

Abigail shrugged her hands away and walked out of the the bathroom.

Marla who bit her lips as Abigail’s words kept replaying in her head. She hates the fact that the life she lived was thrown at her as it serve as a constant reminder that she was nothing but a slave.

“Dad, why do you have to live me, you promised that you won’t so why did you do so. I thought you said you loved me, why did you.”

Tears strolled down her cheeks. She bit her lips nervously.

She clutched her body as the perfect life which she lived came replaying in her head. Her father along with her friends and boyfriend. Now they were all gone.

She frowned when she thought about her boyfriend. What really happened, how did her life turned out this way.