Fell Asleep

Ellah's entire body hurt when she awoke the next day. She realized she wasn't tied up anymore and that a blanket had been wrapped around her, but she was still naked underneath. She had no idea if Cuhen had slept next to her. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep last night was the love he expressed to his fiancée, which constricted her heart.

She moaned bitterly and slapped herself repeatedly, unable to believe she had given up on herself. She should have given up both her body and her virginity to her fiancée.

The agony that poured into her womanhood overtook her. She took a cautious step into the restroom. She gave herself a long, hard look in the mirror. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't stop sobbing alone in the bathroom. Many thoughts and reasons pass through her mind, but she has no answers that help her to clear her mind. She had no idea how long she had been crying in the bathroom.

Her eyes and head hurt when she wiped them, so she decided to take a bath. While allowing the water to flow, she patted her body. Her painful smile was caused by the scarlet sores that covered her entire body. She had been marked by a monster. Her cheeks flushed as she thought about what Cuhen had done to her the night before. What expression can she give him now? Even in the bright sunlight, she could tell he was having fun. Her eyes welled up once more with tears.

When she came out, she folded the towel and was astounded by what she saw. The man inside was staring out the window. Because he wasn't wearing a shirt, she was able to explore Cuhen's God's magnificent sculpting body.

"Are you finished checking my body?"

She grimaced and bowed her head. She took a step back, clutching her towel tightly. She wished she could hide in the restroom and stay out of his way.

"Last time I checked, you moaned my name in fucking pleasure," he added insultingly.

Her cheek became hot. Of course, she had been insane the night before. After all, if anyone is to blame for everything that is going on today, it is the man standing in front of her.

Ellah became hypervigilant when she noticed movement in her peripheral vision. She quickly turned to go to the bathroom and slammed the door. But Cuhen, on the other hand, grabbed her hand and drew her closer to its body.

She shook her head and blinked. No! Not ever again. Please spare me!

She pushed the man away, but he tightened his grip on her waist. He focused his attention on her. She could see the emotion in the man's eyes, and she thought, 'That was great rage.'

"You're my slave from now on. You are my S. E. X slave." He grabbed her hair and kissed her lustfully. She could almost taste her own blood when he kissed her.

She burst into tears. Ellah realized she couldn't flee because she didn't have anywhere else to go. Cuhen lifted her body and flung her onto the bed without hesitation. She was in a lot of pain, especially after that bamboo bed side smacked her.

She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body quickly. She admits that she enjoyed what he did to her the night before, but it's different now that she's realized the truth and doesn't want to go crazy with the rhythm that Cuhen did to her.

She jumped out of bed, but Cuhen grabbed her again, as he had done the night before. He kissed her, then grasped her chest and worshiped it once more, her objections and appeals to him simply ignored.

Cuhen bit her neck and entered her womanhood with his manhood, without saying anything. She bit her lower lip so hard in agony. Hers was still aching in the middle, and that part of her was still sensitive, but she went in and out of her femininity. His every move was tinged with rage, and she was hurt. It wasn't the same last night, and it still isn't today.

Cuhen squeezed her while biting her neck. It's agonizing! So she quietly burst into tears while tightly closing her eyes, but in the end, the pain was replaced by pleasure and tickle, but he treated her like a rag as he vented his rage on her.

As she awoke, her stomach was churning. She awoke without any clothing on her body. She stood up and went to the closet to select a dress.

When she opened it, she discovered that the dresses contained revealing nightgowns and seductive lacy underwear. She couldn't find any appropriate clothing. Cuhen's betrothed may be the owner of these provocative garments.

She was wearing a single good red nightgown. She winced when she realized it was only up to her thigh and that her body was curled. Because she didn't wear a bra, her nipple protruded, and her cleavage was exposed. She could have looked any way she wanted, but none of them were appealing to her.

She was famished. She believes she will perish as a result of famine rather than at the hands of the man. She sighed deeply and proceeded to the door. She also had no plans to go and run outside again. She didn't want to jeopardize herself or her father's safety. She only needed a phone to get in touch with her fiance and the cops.

Her foot came to a halt in the kitchen. She rolled her eyes at the house's simple construction. Simple but lovely. She could smell the cooked food on the table, which was still smoking, and she knew she would die if she didn't taste it.

She took a spoon and spooned rice into it. She tasted it and closed her eyes so tightly for the deliciousness of the food that she didn't realize she had devoured all of the dishes at once. Before going to the living room, she washed the plate and glasses. The man is no longer there, which gives her some solace.

In the living room, there is a bamboo sofa and a center table. On the wall are some decorative utensils and six animal heads. She locked her gaze on them for a long time. Will she be murdered in the same manner? Will he place her head near the animals?

Never! She abruptly hugged herself and stepped back.

"What brings you here?"

When she heard Cuhen's voice, she couldn't breathe. It's as if her heart has jumped out of her ribs.

"I killed all of the animals on the wall. So, if you don't want to be like them, don't try to flee from me, or else not only will I put you there, but also your dearest father," he said quietly, grinning like a demon.

She raised her hand to slap him, but he quickly grabbed it. "Not so fast, lady. "Not so fast," he said emphatically, leaving her like a withered plant in the living room.

Why me, God? What's with her?! And she cried for the nth time.

Ellah moved her gaze to the garden. She will not run away. She is not going anywhere. She just wanted to get some fresh air, despite the fact that she had no right to do so. She'd go insane if she sat in the living room and watched the animals.

She sat in a chair with a backrest made of wood. She was surrounded by beautiful flowers, and the cool breeze calmed her down. She closed her eyes and recalled the peaceful world she had discovered since arriving here. She was like that for a few moments, and when she opened her eyes, it was in the clear sky.

I miss you, Dad...

She finally stopped crying. She was tired of it all. What she needed to think about now was how to get out of here before her body failed her.

She didn't have a watch, so she had no idea whether it was early or noon until she fell asleep again. In the afternoon, she awoke. She blinked her eyes for a moment, still lying sideways on the log bench.

When she saw the beautiful flowers dancing in the breeze, she immediately stretched out her hand and smiled. She remained motionless as she gazed at the flowers. She was itching to pick one of them up and smell it.

Until she became aware of the strong flow of water from the falls in the distance. She looked at the house, wondering if she would be able to appreciate the beauty of the waterfalls. Cuhen may become enraged if she goes to the waterfalls, putting her father in danger. But she shut her eyes and decided to go see the falls on her own.

She sighed as she took in the beauty of her surroundings. The towering waterfall in the distance, and the water that flowed from it, transformed into a stream of crystal clear water. What she didn't expect was the emergence from the water of a Greek god named Cuhen.

Her chest sheaved as she watched him, and her heartbeat did not return to normal in those moments when she was staring at him. He was naked, and she could clearly see Cuhen's very beautiful body as he walked to the rocks. Anyone who sees its six pack abs will salivate, especially the lower part of it that is now erect.

He's enormous!

She blushed with embarrassment and quickly returned to the house. She didn't want Cuhen to know she was keeping an eye on him.

She went straight to the bedroom and shut the door so Cuhen couldn't get in. She quickly wrapped herself in a blanket and soaked the bed. She remained like this for a half-hour while the door opened freely. She turned to face the person who had opened the door.

Her eyes widened as she noticed the man approaching her without hesitation and staring at her intently. He's naked, and water continues to drip from his wet body.

"How come you locked the door?" The anger is visible in its eyes, despite its calm demeanor.

She lowered her gaze. Is it wrong for her to want to lock the door? She wanted to scream that word at him, but doing so would put her father in danger. She is now certain that Cuhen can kill and injure people with ease.

"Answer me, you filthy woman!" He yelled and grabbed the blanket that was wrapped around her body.

"Could you please spare me?" She said weakly, squeezing the bed's headboard. In fear of him, she began to tremble.

"Spare you?" he asked, smiling. "A slave never talks to her master like that, woman." After that, he climbed into bed.

She's getting smaller. She wanted to run out the door, but Cuhen had already grabbed her and claimed her several times that afternoon. She had no choice but to succumb to his charisma and the pleasure he was inflicting on her, but she knew that this was in exchange for unforgivable pain and self-pity.

Ellah's setup is the same every day. She'll get up, take a bath, and eat. Cuhen will then claim her three times in a painful and delicious manner. He sometimes ties her to the bed. His repeated claims on her made it difficult for her to sleep at times. Kiss marks sometimes cover her body and she can't stand up the next day.

She was relieved when she awoke one day to find out Cuhen had left. It left a sticky note on the refrigerator that he had left for a while, reminding her not to flee. This is most likely what she heard earlier in the morning while riding in a helicopter.

She took a shower as usual and dressed in a daring lacy nightgown because there were no truly sensible clothes in the closet. She is also used to not wearing a bra and only wearing panties.

She went to the large yard after eating and picked flowers to put inside the house. She also opened the curtain on the windor to bring the house's interior to life.

She didn't know how long Cuhen would keep her from returning to her real life. She was certain that her father was not a murderer. Cuhen was simply mistaken in his accusation, as it was always stated.

She decided to visit the falls and take a bath there. She leapt to her feet and joyfully paddled into the water. She also stayed for a few hours and would not have returned home if she hadn't had a cold.

Oh my God!

When she saw the man she had just thought about while taking a bath, she closed her eyes for a moment. It stood in the doorway, with a dark appearance that could kill a person in a matter of seconds. Her two hands were trembling, and she was unsure whether she should enter the house or not, especially since it was in the way.

"Why weren't you at home when I arrived?"

"I took a bath in the waterfall," she replied softly, her gaze averted.

"Who says you can't bathe in the waterfall?" His gaze scanned her body, and she noticed him gulping and ready to devour her once more.

She did not respond. She was about to pass Cuhen when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She'd only complain if he kissed her on the lips. If she hadn't pushed it right away, her breathing would have almost stopped. Cuhen had released her, which was why she dashed down the hall to her room.

He ran after her and caught up with her on the stairs. Cuhen grabbed her hand and threw her into its chest. He squeezed her buttocks quickly. She backed away from him, but Cuhen quickly leaned against the hard wall and kissed her while his finger played her womanhood. She tries and tries to get away from him, but she can't. He wouldn't have stopped kissing her if his phone hadn't rung.

“Yes? What do you want?" Cuhen had no intention of letting her escape because she was still pinned to the wall. “No. Another option is to kill. Make him suffer. Make that old man. Suffer. To. Death. ” he grinned.

She was shocked at what she heard. her father! Cuhen is torturing her father?!

God!

As she relished every caress of the demon in front of her while her poor father mercilessly tortured of its staff? Her lips trembled and at the same time tears welled up in her eyes.

“No. My decision is law. Make him pay. I don’t need a fucking bullshit exposition. Just do what I—– ”

His cheek turned with the force of her slap. her nose turned red as she looked up and met the fierce gaze of the man who could not believe what she had done.

"A-am I not enough yet?" abundant tears flowed from her eyes.

His forehead furrowed and he angrily released her. He turned his back on her and continued talking to the person on the other line but she snatched the cellphone and threw it loudly on the floor. It was crushing but she felt no remorse for what she had done.

"Fuck!" he looked at her angrily and leaned her firmly against the wall. She could feel the anger he was holding back.

She felt her bone break in its grip but she didn't care.

"What the hell, slut!" He snap. “You don't know how important my contacts are?!”

"Am I not enough?! Isn't it enough for me to be paid so that you just let my father go, Mr. Cuhen Malcogn?! My father is innocent, please let him go, have mercy on him…" she said trembling as she stared into his eyes, blurred with tears.

“No. You will never be enough to pay for me to release your murderous father!” he said without pity in his eyes. The tendon of its nerve in the neck and face was almost torn to shreds.

"What else? What else is missing?! How many times can I tell you that my father is innocent and he did not kill your fiancée and mother— ” she shouted but his fist hit the wall. It was loud and she was almost deaf.

“Don’t mention my late fiancée and mother! Never even mention them in front of me. I will you.” Then it left her fainting.

Ellah locked herself in the bedroom that night. It was raining hard outside so she was free to shed tears without getting heard. She really wanted to see her old father and say hello to him. If he was fed, watered and does not get sick. She misses her father so much.

This is the only family she has so she won't let anything bad happen to him. How many days has she been in this isolated place? How many weeks? She couldn't count how many weeks she had been the man's bed warmer and sex slave.

Until she fell asleep crying that night.