Training? What does he mean by training?
Sit still, look pretty.
He watches as I take a sip of my drink, and on a satisfied inhale, Sebastian gets up and starts pacing the living room floor.
“You know, I have often wondered why Drake has had such a thing for you. It’s almost like he’s been obsessed. Something must be worthy of paying five million, but other than your obvious good looks, I can’t think of what that could be.” He turns, facing me. “Do you know what it could be?” He makes a sweep of my body and it almost makes me shudder. I take a gulp of my drink to steady my nerves and watch as he moves closer to me. Once by my feet, he kneels before me and stares into my eyes. “What is it about you that makes you so special, huh?”
As I stare at him, my eyes start to become droopy. My head starts lolling to the side, and I feel woozy. “What have you given me?” I slur.
He gives me an evil smile. “Just a little something to make you more compliant. Drake likes his girls compliant. We all do.” I feel him run his hand up the inside of my thigh before squeezing hard. “Hmm… I bet Drake loves fucking you.”
I want to tell him to fuck off and that he’s disgusting. I want to ask how he could do this to his own son. I’m supposed to be his daughter-in-law soon, and this is how he respects that?
I feel fear deep in my gut as he runs his hands over my breasts and squeezes my nipples. I want to push him away—fight him—but I can’t. I want to shout to the guards to help me, but no words come out.
Luckily, a noise sounds from outside, and Sebastian quickly gets up from his crouched position in front of me. The room is spinning. I’m trying to focus on what he’s doing, but all I can see is his evil smile. “Your master is back. Now, you’ll get to see what he’s really like.”
What is that supposed to mean?
My head lolls back. I’m trying hard to keep it upright, but all I want to do is sleep. I can’t sleep. I won’t sleep. I need to know what’s going on. What’s going to happen next. I can’t lose focus.
I hear the door slam open and Drake shouting. At first, I can’t hear what’s being said, but then I feel him close to me. I watch with blurry eyes as he takes the glass from my hand and wipes my hair from my face. “All will be okay, Evelyn.” He gets up, turning to Sebastian.
“What the fuck have you done?”
“Only what you should have done ages ago. She has a mouth on her, Drake. You and I have never allowed girls to speak to us in the way she spoke to me earlier. You’re becoming a pussy.”
Through my blurry eyes, I watch as Drake shoves his father up against the wall. “I’m not a fucking pussy.”
Sebastian looks at me with an evil smile. “Well, now’s your chance to prove that. I suggest you let me go now.” With a grunt, Drake lets him down. He starts straightening his suit and tie out. “I’ll leave now. I just thought I’d pop by and see how your little investment is going. Just make sure you control the situation. You obviously don’t have a handle on it now.” He pats him on the back. “You can thank me later.” He turns to leave, and I watch as Drake walks towards me and picks me up. As my head lolls back, I’m out cold.
Present Day
I wake to find myself restricted somehow. My head is still fuzzy, and I feel I can’t move. I try to pull my hand, but I can’t seem to move.
Someone’s pushing inside me, grunting, and making lots of noise. With as much strength as I can muster, I pull my head up and see Drake in front of me. His eyes are dark and sinister. His voice like an evil monster.
“I will make you submit. I will fuck you and make you submit.” Over and over again, he pounds his way inside me. I’m strapped to something with my arms above my head, and it looks like I’m in some kind of basement.
“Drake?” I ask, not understand what’s happening. Why are my hands tied and why is he doing this to me?
“Don’t fucking talk. You talk too much. I am your master, and it’s about time you realised this. Take my cock like the good little slut that you are. My fucking slut. My. Fucking. Slut.”
Over and over again, he grabs at my hips and uses them to thrust his way inside of me. I want to tell him to stop. I don’t want this. I don’t want him like this. Why can’t we be like we were this morning—wrapped up in each other’s arms after a night of spellbinding lovemaking?
This isn’t lovemaking. He’s taking again. Taking things without my permission. I want to scream at him to stop, but no words come out.
“Fucking bitch. Fucking whore. My fucking whore.”