chapter 5 : My new life š§¬
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I had spent the entire day locked up in this room, completely alone, exhausted. I was hungry, but I didnāt want to eat.
Later that night, while I was sleeping, I felt someone gently caress my cheek. I woke up with a start.
"Good evening, I missed you," Jason said. He was sitting on the bed. "You still havenāt eaten?" he added, grabbing the plate. "You have to eat."
"Iām not hungry," I replied.
"But you need to eat anyway. The food is cold; Iāll heat it up for you."
"Can I see Sara?" I asked.
"No, sheās working at this hour. Youāll see her tomorrow."
He left.
A few minutes later, he returned with the plate, now warm.
"Get up," he told me.
I got up and ate a little, even though I had no appetite.
"We need to go home, you know," he said.
I was confused. I didnāt understand what he meant.
"Where?" I asked hesitantly.
"Home, like I just said. I donāt live here. I came to get you."
"Where are we going?"
"Far from here, to an isolated place."
I was stunned. I was terrified of this man. He was the devil himself. As they say: appearances are deceiving ā he looked like a god, but he was a demon.
"Weāre leaving right now," he added, kissing my forehead.
I started crying, unable to find any words.
"Arenāt you tired of crying? You just have to accept your fate, Cristal. And your fate is me."
He laid me down and started caressing me.
"Pleaseā¦ stop," I begged.
"No, you're so soft. I love touching you."
"Please, sir, the car is ready!" shouted a man from outside.
"Okay, Iām coming," Jason replied. "We have to go, my sweet."
"Is Sara coming with us?" I asked.
"No, her place is here. Letās go."
I followed him out, though I didnāt want to. I knew I had no choice.
A Range Rover was waiting for us. He opened the door for me, and I got in. He walked around and sat next to me. In the front, there was the driver and another armed man. We drove for about two hours on a deserted road through a forest.
Eventually, we arrived at a large house. Someone opened the gate, and we drove in. Jason got out and opened my door. Unlike the previous camp, there weren't many people here. There were about ten armed men and two large buildings.
We entered the second building, which had several rooms and a large living room.
"This is our home," he said. "Come, Iāll show you our bedroom and the other rooms."
He showed me the kitchen and the other bedrooms ā four rooms downstairs, a large kitchen, and three rooms upstairs. After showing me everything, we went into a bedroom.
"This is our room. Do you like it?"
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"I feel like you donāt talk much. Go take a bath while I get us something to eat."
He had apparently made me his wife ā with or without my consent. What could I do? I had no say in my own life.
I went into the bathroom as he ordered. It was spacious and had everything ā even items I didnāt know how to use.
I was so devastated that I sat directly on the floor, crying again and again. Then I heard him enter.
"Youāre not done yet?" he asked.
I didnāt reply. I stood up and undressed. He entered at the same moment. I covered myself with my clothes, but he smiled and undressed too. He joined me, tore away the fabric I used to hide my body, and turned on the water.
I bathed with him, unwillingly. After the bath, he handed me a towel and opened the wardrobe. There were women's clothes inside.
"Iāve prepared your wardrobe. I hope youāll like it," he said as he left the bathroom. "Put something on and come."
There were so many beautiful clothes ā outfits I never thought I would ever wear, not even in my wildest dreams. I didnāt know what to choose. I grabbed a dress at random and put it on. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized how sexy it was. It accentuated my curves, my beautiful chest ā the dress was stunning. He didnāt deserve to see me like this.
I changed into a loose dress and went out.
"Very nice choice," he said when he saw me, "but I think this oneās too loose ā it doesnāt show your curves the way Iād like."
He went back in and returned with a tight-fitting dress with a plunging neckline.
"Put this on," he said, tossing it to me.
"I prefer the one Iām wearing," I answered.
"Donāt argue ā wear the one I gave you."
I went to change. When I came out, he was thrilled.
"Wow, you look stunning. I love it! You have such a beautiful chest and a gorgeous backside. Wow."
He was wearing matching pants and a partially buttoned shirt, revealing his abs. He was incredibly handsome ā and he definitely knew how to dress.
"Come on, letās eat. Iāve already set the table," he said.
We went to the dining room. It was beautifully decorated with petals scattered everywhere. He served me. I couldnāt eat ā his gaze disturbed me deeply; he kept staring at me throughout the meal.
When we finished, he cleared the table, and we returned to the bedroom. He kissed me passionately and laid me down.
"Just relax, my sweet. It wonāt hurt if you relax."
"No, it hurts, pleaseā¦"
But once again, he didnāt listen. He penetrated me. The pain was just as intense as the first time ā maybe even worse. I felt like I was being torn apart.
He stopped when I started crying. He went to the bathroom and came back with something in his hand.
"Weāll use this ā itāll be easier," he said.
"Pleaseā¦ I canāt, it hurts too much."
"Youāll see ā this will help," he said as he lay on top of me. "Itās lubricantā¦"
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