PREDILECTION

Chapter 2

'Suck' I breathed out. Her mouth felt hot against my finger, it made my c**k twitch with lust. I wanted to take her, enter her body, mind and soul. Strip her of the person she was before me and turn her into my little toy. She hesitated before she began to suck on my finger, I clenched my jaw, putting all pressure onto my teeth that were pressed hard against each other. Her tongue, wet against my skin. It took everything I had not to pounce at her. Pulling my finger out of her mouth, instantly missing the heat her mouth brought. Grabbing her jaw, I tilted her face upwards and dug my fingers into her cheeks so that her lips parted. I looked at her terrified face and whispered against her lips; 'thirsty?'. It took her a minute to nod, I lifted my face from hers then spat into her mouth, straight after, wrapping my hand around her mouth. 'Swallow' I demanded. I could see the disgust in her face. It took her a while before she actually swallowed, I let go of her mouth and watched her, waiting for her to yell, to scream, to call me a sick f**k, instead, she opened her mouth and spat on me. For a girl with a blindfold on, she had a pretty good aim, I wiped at the saliva on my cheek and backhanded her. Her head fell to the side, her hair clouding over her face. She moaned out her pain then lifted her head back up. 'Low life piece of s**t' she mumbled through greeted teeth. Her bravery amused me. I wanted to sit here all day and watch her struggle underneath my gaze. She was going to be a hard one to crack and I only had five months to break her.

Chapter 3

- EVA--

I licked over the cracks on my dry lips, savoured the wetness of my tongue. Swallowed what was left of my saliva to feed myself the thirst my body eagerly waited for. My stomach rumbled at the thought of food. My hunger had hit an emergency and I was desperate to eat, to drink, to swallow. Not sure how long I'd been here, maybe four days? Four days, starved and weak. The only thing I was lucky to get was the spit that I'd earn myself whenever I nodded my head if he asked if I was thirsty or hungry. I wanted to throw up at the thought of swallowing down his spit. Disgusted that I'd even go as far as accepting it. My body was trembling with hunger, covered in cold goosebumps and raging sweat. Not sure why I was sweating, I was cold, freezing even, yet I'd sweat like I had run a marathon for the past four days. My arms ached to be free, my body felt distorted, I was desperate to move, to stretch. I couldn't stand being in the same position anymore. I was tired of seeing only darkness, I needed my vision back. I needed to see something, anything. I was going insane in this dark cold place. My heart faltered at the sound of his footsteps, I could hear him unlock the door and walk towards me, every step felt like an eternity until I felt his presence up close and personal. As usual, he invaded my privacy. As usual, he was too close for comfort. I inched back from his touch as he stroked my hair like I was a dog. Holding my tongue from saying anything that would get me in trouble. I didn't want to get a slap on my breasts until I couldn't take no more. I could still feel the stings of his last hit to my breasts. I shivered at the thought.

'Do you think you've suffered enough to feel good now, pet?' His voice was low, rough. I cringed at his words. I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and breathed. What was I meant to say to him? What did he mean by 'feel good'? I thought about the question before I nodded my head. Not sure what I was nodding my head at.

'Speak when I ask you a question, pet.' I took a long steady inhale before I answered 'yes' on a shaky breath. I felt his hand cup my chin then lift my face up, assuming it was to face him.

'You're going to refer to me as Master from now on, do you understand, pet?' I crushed my teeth together at his absurdity. I wanted to punch him, slap him. Yell at him and tell him he ain't s**t, but I held back, I simply nodded.

'What did I say about speaking when I ask you a question.' I could hear him breathe heavier, I guess I broke a rule already. Too bad asshole.

'Do. You. Understand?' He repeated.

'Yes' I whispered, my voice cracked, my throat dry. I just wanted a drink of water.

'Yes what?' His hand slid down from my chin to my neck, he squeezed at my throat and waited for my response.

'Yes master.' I choked out, earning myself the freedom of my throat as he removed his hand from my neck and stroked my face instead. 'Good girl.' He praised me then walked away, I wanted to yell for him to come back, to give me water, to give me food, I wanted to beg for him to not leave me here like this until I heard the screeching of a chair, he brought it right in front of me, sitting down on it, I heard the click clack of a bucket. My mind went on overdrive, not sure what I was in for, what he was planning to do. Every second felt like torture as I waited for his next move. Relief flooded my senses as I felt the tip of an ice touch my lips. I greedily opened my mouth to swallow it whole. He held it in place between his fingers, keeping it just in reach to tease my thirst. 'Please' I begged. I had had enough, I needed the cold dripping of the ice to settle upon my dry throat. I needed it to satisfy my torturous thirst. He placed the ice in my mouth and wrapped his hand over my lips.

'Don't swallow, let it melt' he had brought his lips right beside my ear. I nodded my head, thankful for the ice that was now cooling the heat inside my mouth. My small victory ended just as fast it started as I felt his fingertips trace over my collar bone to in between my breasts and down my stomach. 'No' I mumbled against the melting ice. 'Shhh.' He whispered against my ear, his breath hot, fevering my skin. His fingers were already tickling the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs apart as I tried to shut them close. 'Don't deny me what's mine' he breathed against me, his fingers now resting at my sensitive spot. I felt tears trespassing their cage beneath my eyelids as he rubbed me. He placed another ice inside my mouth while his fingers tenderly touched my skin, slowly rubbing against my opening. 'Please.. don't' I swallowed the ice, hoping my pleas would earn me a stop to this torture. This intrusion upon my body. Instead I earned myself another ice in my mouth and a finger that slipped inside me. My heart leapt in my chest, my breathing picking up pace as my tears freely strolled down the side of my face and vanished into the material of the cloth covering my eyes. He picked up pace as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me, I wanted to die. I felt sick. I trembled beneath his intrusion, as he infected me with his finger, keeping a rhythm while I drank down the melting ice in my mouth. He went on and on, shame flooded my senses as I felt myself reaching something, something that I didn't want to reach. I felt his hot breath on the side of my face as he worked his finger inside me, another ice, another thrust of his finger, another hit of torturous pleasure. I was going to come.

'Don't c*m until I say so' his voice was deep, shallow, I could hear the lust within his words. I held back, I didn't want to c*m. I didn't want to feel this. I wanted to disappear, I wanted to punch myself. I hated that my body had turned against me, I hated that I couldn't stop it. I held back a moan that almost slipped past my lips, distracting myself with the ice that was melting on my tongue. He pushed further, continuously hitting my walls. My sensitive walls. I was going to explode. 'c*m' he bit into my earlobe and that's all it took for me to release my shame onto his finger. I cried out, hating myself for being so weak. I cried and he held me. Placing his wet finger into my mouth, I swallowed my disgust. 'Shhh' he stroked my hair then stood and left. Left me to rot in my own humiliation.

Chapter 4

KALEB--

I let the water wash away the thoughts of my little pet as I stood under the raging shower, the hot steam clouding my sight as my mind wandered to the very place I didn't want it to be at. Eva. She was so innocent so pure. Soon she'd be corrupted, broken too, shattered into a million pieces. I closed my eyes and saw her face, her fear struck face. Her trembling body while she pleaded for me not to touch her. Her p***y felt tight around my finger. I knew she's a virgin but I didn't know she was that tight. My balls ached at the thought of her nude petite little body, the way her p***y clenched around my finger as I made her c*m, I wanted to crush her beneath me while I took her over and over again. Holding back was going to be a struggle. My hand reached for my throbbing c**k as the water dripped from my body, I needed release. I gripped my manhood in my hand and paced back and forth, with every thrust came in an image of her. I picked up pace and groaned into the air as I grew harder and harder. Her t**s, a thrust. Her lips, a thrust. Her tight little p***y, a thrust. Her blindfolded face, a thrust, and another one, another one and another one, I was done for. I grunted as I spilled my load onto the shower floor. The water washing away the remaining of my sin.

I had never been so desperate for a girl that I trained. It's always been strictly business. I'd take them, train them then sell them. Simple as that. She's the most important of all, she's the bait to my plan, she's going to be the one to get me what I've been working so hard for. She's nothing but a pawn. A pet. I clench my jaw as I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Studying myself in the mirror, I fist my hands, the scars on my body reminding me of what I'm here for. What my purpose is. A deep long scar going down the side of my jaw and a small one on my left eyebrow. Two scars on my chest that fall onto my tattoo. A long scar underneath my chest, going from my abs to my ribs, a scar near my V line and a scar on my shoulder. That's nothing compared to the scars on my back. I take in my appearance, inhale my vengeance and focus on what needs to be done. These are here to always remind me, I'm not doing this for fun, but for revenge.

The sound of my phone pulls me out of my heated thoughts and I already know who's calling.