Falling for her oppressor

chapter 8

I collapsed onto the bed, my body wracked with sobs as I cried my eyes out. I couldn't believe what had happened last night. I didn't even know who this man is and yet he had left an indelible mark on me. I felt so used, so dirty.

I threw pillows onto the ground, screaming at the top of my lungs as I cursed Jason, the man I didn't even know. How could he do this to me? How could he be so heartless?

I locked the door from the inside, ensuring I was alone, and made my way to the shower. I turned the water to scalding hot, hoping it would wash away the memories of his touch. I scrubbed myself raw, trying to erase the marks he had left on my body.

As the water cascaded down my skin, I felt like I was washing away my dignity, my self-worth. I couldn't believe I had let myself be so vulnerable, so open to a stranger.

I cried some more, the water mixing with my tears as I mourned the loss of my innocence. I felt like I was mourning the loss of myself.

Lorna and her daughter Nelly sat in the parlour, sipping their tea and engaged in a hushed conversation.

"Mother, I noticed that the slave girl, Kyra, didn't come home last night," Nelly said, her brow furrowed with concern.

Lorna shrugged nonchalantly, pretending she didn't know anything. "I don't care about her comings and goings. She's probably out sleeping around, like she always does."

Nelly looked taken aback by her mother's harsh words. "But Mother, she's been acting strange lately. I think something might be wrong."

Lorna's expression turned cold, her voice dripping with venom. "That girl is a harlot, Nelly. She's been flaunting her body right under our noses. I won't waste my time worrying about her."

Excusing herself, Lorna rose from her seat and made her way to the phone. She dialed a number, her eyes narrowing as she waited for the person on the other end to answer.

"Hello, Thompson," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I need to ask you about Kyra. She hasn't returned yet, and I'm starting to get worried."

The old man's voice was calm and reassuring on the other end of the line. "Don't worry, Lorna. I'll contact Jason and find out what's going on. I'm sure she's fine."

Lorna's expression turned skeptical, but she nodded, even though the old man couldn't see her. "See that you do. I want to know what's going on with that girl."

As she hung up the phone, Lorna's mind was already racing with worst-case scenarios. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off,

*****

Jason settled into his office chair, sifting through the stack of papers on his desk. His phone rang, breaking the silence, and he picked up, expecting a business call. But instead, he heard the familiar voice of Mr. Thompson on the other end.

"Jason, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Mr. Thompson said, his tone polite but laced with a hint of concern.

Jason's grip on the phone tightened slightly. "What can I do for you, Mr. Thompson?"

"I was wondering about the girl you took with you yesterday," Mr. Thompson said, his voice measured. "Her family is looking for her, and I thought perhaps you might know something about her whereabouts."

Jason's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing. "The girl is fine," he said curtly. "You don't need to worry about her."

Mr. Thompson attempted to reason with him, his tone softening. "Jason, I understand that you may have...feelings for her, but her family is worried sick. They just want to know she's safe."

Jason raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is this the same family that so generously gave her to me? I think they forfeited their right to concern themselves with her well-being."

Mr. Thompson's pause was palpable. "Jason, I don't think you understand the situation—"

"Name your price for the girl," Jason cut in, his voice firm. "I'll be keeping her from now on."

The line went silent, and for a moment, Jason wondered if Mr. Thompson had hung up. But then, the old man's voice came back, laced with shock. "Jason, I don't have a say in this. I'll need to talk to her aunt and get back to you."

Jason's smile was cold, calculating. "Do that. I'm looking forward to hearing from you."

As he hung up the phone, Jason's eyes never left the papers on his desk, but his mind was already racing ahead,

Jason's gaze drifted away from the papers on his desk, his mind consumed by the girl. Why had he decided to keep her? What was it about her that drew him in? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her.

Shaking his head, he tried to refocus on the task at hand, but his thoughts kept wandering back to her. Her fragile smile, her haunted eyes...he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye.

Meanwhile, Mr. Thompson dialed a number, his eyes fixed on the phone as it rang. Lorna's voice answered, husky and confident.

"Meet me at our usual place," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We need to discuss the girl."

Lorna nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "I'll be right there."

She hung up the phone and quickly changed into a sleek black dress, her movements swift and efficient. Grabbing her purse, she headed out the door, her heels clicking on the pavement as she made her way to the hotel.

As she walked, she couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Thompson wanted to discuss. Had Jason finally agreed to return the girl? Or was there something more at play?

She pushed open the door to the hotel lobby, scanning the room for Mr. Thompson's familiar face. Spotting him in the corner, she made her way over, her expression a mask of calm, calculated interest.

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Lorna snatched the address from Mr. Thompson's hand, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She couldn't believe her luck - 400 million was a small fortune, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on it.

As she left the hotel, she let out a loud scream of delight, not caring who heard her. She felt like she was on top of the world, and nothing could bring her down.

She hailed a cab and jumped in, still clutching the address in her hand. She gave the driver the address and settled back in her seat, her mind racing with all the things she could buy with that kind of money.

When they arrived at the address, Lorna got out of the cab and looked around. It was a nondescript office building, but she didn't care. She was here for one reason only - to collect her money.

She put on a bright red cap and sunglasses, feeling like a million bucks. Okay, more like 400 million bucks.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the building, ready to face Jason and collect her payment. She was practically bouncing with excitement, her greed and excitement getting the better of her.

As she entered the lobby, she looked around for Jason, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of him. She spotted him sitting in a chair, looking calm and collected.

Lorna's smile grew even wider as she approached him. This was it - the moment she had been waiting for. She was about to become 400 million dollars richer.

Lorna approached Jason, her smile still plastered on her face. He looked up at her, his expression cold and detached.

"Here's the agreement," he said, handing her a thick document. "Read it, sign it, and the money is yours."

Lorna nodded eagerly, not even bothering to glance at the contents of the document. She just scribbled her signature on the last page, her hand shaking with excitement.

Jason's eyes narrowed. "How are you related to the girl?" he asked, his voice cold.

Lorna shrugged. "She's just an orphan my husband and I took in. We didn't really have any connection to her."

Jason nodded, his expression unchanging. "From now on, you have no relationship with her. Stay in your own lane."

Lorna's eyes widened as Jason pulled out a checkbook and wrote a check for 700 million dollars. He handed it to her, his movements smooth and confident.

Lorna was shocked, her eyes fixed on the check in her hand. She was tongue-tied, unable to speak.

Jason stood up, his movements arrogant. "Goodbye, Lorna. Don't bother trying to contact me or the girl again."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lorna stunned and speechless. She watched him go, the check still clutched in her hand, her mind reeling with the sudden turn of events.