Fulfilling Roman’s Desire

A Bitter Morning

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I woke up slowly, the sheets tangled around my body. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, but the warmth of the sun didn’t quite reach the coldness that had settled in her heart.

I shifted slightly, wincing at the ache in my lower back. Her ass was still sore from the previous night—his handprints, like a burning reminder of what i had become. It was hard to move without feeling the sting, a sting that wasn’t just physical. It was deeper, something i couldn’t shake off no matter how many times i closed her eyes.

As i lay there, trying to gather myself, i caught sight of the table by my bed. On it, a plate of food sat next to a bottle of pain relief medicine.

I scoffed, as a tear streaked down my eye.

The pills seemed to mock me, and yet i knew they were the only thing that could numb the pain enough for me to get through the day.

I grabbed the bottle with shaky hands, uncapped it, and took one of the pills, swallowing it dry. My throat felt tight, as though it wasn’t just the pill that was difficult to swallow, but the reality of my situation. I forced herself to eat the food, but it tasted like ash in her mouth. How could i swallow anything when my pride and dignity were both being eaten away every day?

My eyes blurred with tears, as I let out a sob—soft at first, but then it grew, building with each breath. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be someone’s plaything, someone’s puppet. But my family, my father, had been drowning in debt, and there was no other way. I had no choice. I had to pay the price for the choices my father made, even if that meant losing myself in the process. I sobbed bitterly, remembering everything that happened last night, the torture , the hurt, the pain, my tears falling freely now as the weight of it all bore down on me.

The shrill ring of my phone cut through my grief, and i wiped her eyes quickly, trying to compose myself. I saw the caller ID, and all the colour drained from my face.

it was him.

Taking a shaky breath, i answered the call, my voice hoarse and shaky. “Hello?”

“How was your night, darling?” His voice was calm, casual, as if the events of last night hadn’t even happened.

How did he become such a monster?!.

I sniffed. Fighting hard to keep the tremble from her voice. “I’m fine,” i lied, my throat constricting as i spoke the words.

He didn’t reply, I knew he wasn’t convinced, by what I said at all.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “Good. Now listen to me, Lay. Don’t repeat what happened yesterday. I told you that you’re not going to work again. And that’s final. Understood?”

That was the reason I was punished. I had defied his orders. The contract, stated I would quit working and serve only him, but, I guess, I underestimated what he could do.

I applied for a job, and he found out.

My heart sank. “Yes, sir,” i replied softly, the fear in my voice betraying me. I wanted to say something, to argue, but i knew better. His word was law.

It always had been.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone softening just slightly. “Would you like me to bring you anything when I get back from work?”

Fear gripped my chest. He never asked questions like this. And only God knows what he would do to me, if he saw me again when he got back from work.

To him, I was a thing for his pleasure now, just there to satisfy his urges. That’s why, I always stay in my room, whenever he was home, if he got a slight glimpse of me, he would have me, not caring if we were out for people to see

I shook my head before realizing he couldn’t see me. “No, I’m fine,” i whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

There was a pause before he responded, his voice as cold as ever. “Alright. I’ll see you later.” And with that, the call ended.

I sat there for a moment, my phone still pressed against my ear, even though he had already hung up. I was still reliving these shock from last night in my head, and it scared my to hell.

Well, I was in hell already. Roman made sure I never forgot that.

I exhaled shakily, tears streaming down my face once again. I pulled my knees up to my chest, sobbing quietly into my hands. It didn’t matter how many times i tried to escape, tried to numb the pain, it always came back, always haunted her, i was trapped.

After a while, i managed to pull herself together.

Five years, was what the contract stipulated between us, and only six months had gone by. I just needed to be patient. After five years, I’ll be rid of this hell with him.

The shower helped a little, the warm water washing over me, though it couldn’t cleanse the emptiness i felt inside. The feeling of being used by him, it made me feel so much disgust in myself. But, deep down, I knew, I still loved him. I still loved that devil. I still loved Roman.

Sighing, I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel tied round my chest. I walked into my room, which still etched with memories of last night, went to my dresser, a place where Roman, had stocked with expensive clothes and jewelleries for me.

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Biting my lower lip, I decided to dress, simple, and comfortable, a pair of jeans and a loose sweater. I stared at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my look, and decided to get some fresh air, in the garden.

Well, Roman, successful after our very terrible break up, built an empire five years later, and he was one of the richest billionaires in the world. So basically, he lived in a mansion, which had everything, including their garden, I was about to visit. Taking a deep breath, I decided to proceed down the stairs.

The house was quiet, as usual. Roman’s mansion was vast, filled with staff that came and went, but somehow, the place always felt hollow. I wandered into the kitchen, hoping to find something to treats, or sweet to take, on my way to the garden.

Madame Paula, the head servant, was there, stirring something in a large pot. She had been working for Roman, for three years now, and I could we, he looked up to her as a mother.

The older woman turned when she heard my footsteps. She looked at me, offering; me a soft, sympathetic smile.

Well, I don’t blame her. Almost everyone pitied me.

“Good morning, Layla,” Madame Paula greeted me, her voice warm but laced with concern. “Are you feeling better?”

I gave her a tight smile, nodding. “Yes, I’m good, thank you.”

I lied. God knows I felt anything, but better.

Madame Paula studied me for a moment, then asked, “Would you like to accompany me to the market today? I’m going to pick up a few things, and it would be nice to have some company.”

I looked at her, surprised by the offer. I could really use some fresh air out of here.

She smiled. “Don’t worry, we’d be back, before he’s home”. She said, assuring me.

I have a tight lipped smile, and nodded. I did need to get out, from his home. The memories last night brought, wasn’t anything I wanted remember.

“Alright love. Let me grab my purse, and alert the driver, you can wait outside, I’ll be with you in a sec”. She said, with a smile on her face, as she turned off the heat, and proceeded up the stairs.

Paula, was the only friend I had here. Well, her and the Damien, the gardener. They were the only ones nice to me. The rest in the house, avoided me like a plague, because they believed I was bad luck. And I didn’t blame them.

Roman had fired three of the staffs, because he caught them saying ill-things about me. And ever since then, no one, apart from Paula and Damien, talked to me. Oh well, they can go to hell, because I was living there already.

I dragged my feet outside, waiting for Paula to show up. I let the sun touch my face, inhaling the fresh air that accompanied it. It felt like peace. Something, I didn’t have.

“Are you ready dear?”. Paula’s voice came behind me.

I smiled and nodded, and with that, a car pulled up in front of us, we got in, and zoomed off to the market.