Chapter 06

"Hello there," he said, a small smile on his face.

I blinked hard, shook my head, trying to grasp the situation. Elias stood naked in front of me, and I knew what that meant, even though I refused to acknowledge it. I remembered the girl at the hostel and her warnings; I remembered how miserable, how exhausted she looked in Lucien's room, and she had told me that Elias was far worse.

"What ... what is happening?" I sputtered.

"What do you mean by that?" He said, and his face hardened with anger. "Didn't I tell you not to speak unless you're spoken to? It seems like I would have to teach you manners, valuable lessons that will help us communicate better."

He said the last sentence with a smugness, as if suddenly aware of the hierarchy in the room, the distance that existed between the both of us. He walked even closer to me and my heart thumped, so bad that I clutched my chest. He loomed over me, tracing his finger on my chin, his eyes boring into my soul.

"You don't seem to understand what's going on here, do you?" He asked quietly.

I shook my head, but not so much because he was holding my chin in place.

"Are you really that naive?" He said, his brows furrowing with disappointment. "What have you been doing in Valeth's place?"

I tried to listen to what he was saying, but was very conscious of his dick dangling very close to my face. His groin gave off a scent, as if he had perfumed it. It would have been alluring, but the scent was too strong, and I was deeply uncomfortable.

"But don't worry, my dear," he went on, a slickness in his tone. "I'll teach you things. Before you know it, you will become an expert, a connoisseur in the field."

He gave off a short laugh and then took a step back. He had dropped the manacles, but still held on to the flagella. I suddenly became aware of the flagella, its leather and the spines that jutted from the stalk. He raised his hand and, in a flash, it landed on my back. I let out a shriek. My back stung me and l fell on the ground, writhing like an injured animal. Elias laughed.

"Ohh, come on," he said. "That wasn't so bad."

He clutched my hand and pulled me up to my feet, and with strong arms, began to rip off my clothes, in a violent and methodical way. My back still stung me and I stood limply before him, barely able to squirm.

"You'll look better naked, I'm sure," he said.

When he was done, I stood before him, naked as the day I was born. I had never stood before anyone naked and immediately, I was enveloped by shame. I tried to cover myself with my hands, my eyes on the polished marble of the floor.

"Don't do that!" Elias half-yelled. "Straighten up! Your hands by your side, now, bitch!"

I dropped my hands to the side, my eyes still on the floor. Soon, the shame had completely paralyzed me and I felt tears well up in my throat. In a few seconds, my vision had become blurry with tears.

"See? You don't look so bad," he said, pleased, amused. "In fact, you could be thought of as sexy."

He reached out with cold hands and fondled my breasts, one after the other. I squirmed. He ran his hand down from between my chest to my groin, a chill going through me. By the time he reached his fingers into my vagina, I had given up. He stuck his fingers — three of them — even deeper and I felt a sharp pain move in my pelvis, like it had caught fire. When he removed his fingers, they were bloodstained. I staggered backwards and watched as he put his bloodstained fingers into my mouth slowly, licking them with a relish.

"You're delicious," he said. "I knew you'd be. I want to fuck you, and I want to fuck you now. I can't control myself."

I immediately became aware of his erection, the stiffness of his penis in front of him like a threat to my womanhood.

"Please," I said, tearily. "I've never ... done it before. Gimme some time, please. Just ... not now."

Almost immediately, Elias rushed to me and struck me with his flagella on my shoulder. I gripped my shoulder as the pain tore through my raw flesh.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up!" He yelled. "I'm warning you, and this will be the last time I do, do not speak unless I give you permission. Besides, I don't give a fuck if you've never been fucked before. I want you and I want you now. And I expect you to comply. Okay? Now, get on your knees."

I got on my knees. His words and the vehemence he had spoken them with had filled me with a deep terror, and I became scared for my life. I realised that if I did not let him have his way with me — that is if I could do anything at all to stop him — that he would do away with me, and that could mean my death.

"Hold your hand out," he said, and I obeyed. He picked up the manacles and chained me with them. They clamped my wrists and imbued me with a feeling of helplessness. Elias looked at me for only an instant and his eyes glowed a deep red. He grabbed me by the throat and with such strength, flung me to his bed. My head hit the headrest and I felt the ache like a riptide move through me. Then he climbed the bed, his eyes still glowing.

"If you're calm enough, you'll enjoy this almost as much as I do," he said, an oily smile on his pallid face. And with that, he inserted his penis into my vagina, and it was with such force, such roughness that I gasped for my life and blacked out.