CHAPTERTWO
1095 Words
Her hands were raw and aching, plunged into the soapy water as she scrubbed the floor in fear.
“Hurry up, girl! You know how much he’s looking forward to making you one of his s*x slaves,” her stepmother, Cecilia, had hissed.
“Please mother, don't let him take me away?” Her voice breaking with tears.
“If you don't get things done the way I want, I won't hesitate to put a call through to him!” She yelled.
The notorious alpha had made it clear he intended to claim her as his concubine. The thought filled her with dread, but Cecilia used that fear to manipulate her every move.
Tiara scrubbed faster, her fingers numb and trembling.
“Please mother, my exams are in less than an hour.” She sobs pitifully.
The front door creaked open, and Tiara’s blood ran cold.
Growing louder with each step appeared the notorious Alpha, Dark lard.
“I see you’ve kept the girl busy.” His deep, gravelly voice echoed through the room.
“Tiara has been quite difficult this morning.”
“Is that so? Perhaps she needs a reminder of her future.”
Tiara’s hands shook as she struggled to get on her feet. She turned slowly, wiping her wet hands on her apron.
His eyes glinted with cruel amusement, he said. “I trust you remember our arrangement?” his hands stroking from her hair down to her cleavage.
“Yes, Dark Lard.” feeling so irritated by his touch.
“Good. Then you should understand why you have to be obedient to Cecilia.”
She could feel his breath close to her neck as though he wanted to have her at that moment.
Pulled her close to himself and whispered, “I bet you would taste so sweet on my bed.”
Her hands folded into a fist and suddenly landed on his face.
He reached for her clothes and furiously tore them apart revealing her little redhead n*****s.
“You're not worried that I'm going to r**e you huh!” he chuckled
As much as she wanted to break free, she couldn't because she knew the end of anyone who tried to fight back.
She could feel the hardness and warmth of his erected d**k on her thigh.
The urges to fight back kept growing at a speed but she could only find herself begging for an easy penetration.
Standing helpless with her back against the wall, Cecilia stood afar, her laughter echoing fulfillment and satisfaction.
Held his d**k and soon, he was inside her. Digging as fast as he could. His fingers fondling her now wet t**s.
“Don't worry, it’s going to be sweeter on my bed!” He whispered to her ears
“I hate you!” she screamed.
She could feel the warmth of his d**k growing hot and soon she knew he was about to c*m in her.
She grabbed his jacket tightly and was weeping so hard, but to her surprise he pulled his d**k out and cummed on her thighs.
“My son needs a taste too so I won't want to get you pregnant, not just yet.” he squeezed her breast.
The thought of her Dad flickered through her mind, she recalls how he had always promised to protect her.
The accident which kept him in coma murdered her hopes for a better life as she sat on the floor weeping and wishing for death.
Standing right in front of her was Dark lard, smiling and stroking his d**k.
Out of fear, she stood up, grabbed her bag at the door stand and rushed out.
She barely noticed her torn clothes flopping against her legs as she ran.
As she approached the school gates, she took a break, trying to catch her breath.
Wiped her tears and pushed through the crowd of students, making her way to her class.
She felt the eyes of everyone on her. Side talks started to ripple through the crowd.
“What happened to her?” A student whispered.
“She looks like a mess!”
Tiara’s heart sank as the voices grew louder, turning into a chorus of mockery.
She kept her head down, trying to avoid eye contact, but it was almost impossible to ignore the razzes and laughter that followed her.
Rebecca’s eyes lit up with cruelty when she spotted Tiara.
“Well, well, well,” Rebecca said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.
“What happened to you? Did you roll out of a dumpster this morning?” Everyone laughed.
Tiara’s cheeks burned with shame, but she kept silent, clinging to her old little bag tightly.
Rebecca took a step closer, her voice trickling with despise.
“Do you really think you belong here? Look at you! You can barely keep yourself together.”
“Leave me alone, Rebecca,” Tiara murmured, trying to push past her.
Rebecca blocked her path, her friends forming a tight circle around Tiara.
“You see, people like you are just a waste of space. You’re going to drop out anyway, so why bother?”
Tiara’s eyes were filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall.
“I’m not going to drop out,” she said, her voice shaking.
Rebecca laughed, “Oh, please. You are nothing but a pathetic loser.”
“Tiara, are you okay?” a classmate, Sarah, asked, noticing her unkempt appearance.
“I. I am fine,” Tiara gasped.
She reached for her bag, her heart sank as she realized her exam slip wasn't there.
“No, no, no,” she screamed, her hands shaking.
“What's the problem?” Sarah asked,
“My exam slip, I can't find it?”
“See! She’s a loser after all.” Rebecca said and walked away.
Mr Thomas, the examiner known for his cruelty and strictness wouldn't give the slightest consideration.
The thought of her stepmom taking it out of her caught her mind.
Tiara turned and rushed out. As she ran, her mind replayed the morning’s events — the debilitating words from her stepmother and the s*x.
Anger and frustration fueled her heart, but so did a flicker of hope. She couldn’t give up now.
She burst through the door of her house, her mind racing.
And on the couch was Dark Lard and her stepmom in an intense s****l position that they could hardly notice her entrance.
Tiara collapsed to the floor, she could not imagine the thought of her stepmother having an affair with the man that r***d her.
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