The masters vengeance

morning

For the first time that night, Daphne let herself breathe. Relief washed over her, sharp and fleeting. She wanted to scream, to run—but where could she go? Her father had forbidden her from working, she had no money, no way to escape. Every day, trapped under the weight of her father’s wives and children, she had felt caged, suffocated, powerless. And now… he wanted to marry her off to a man old enough to be her father.

Her eyes landed on a bottle of alcohol on the table, and a thought sparked in her mind. Acting on impulse, she grabbed it and slipped away from the crowd, moving carefully to avoid both her father and the middle-aged man. She made her way to the hotel elevator, her pulse racing, and pressed a random floor number.

Alone, she finally felt it: a moment just for herself. No masks. No smiles. No constant pressure to please the man who ruled her life with cruelty.

When the elevator doors opened, she stumbled out, already half-wasted. She had zero tolerance for alcohol, and her steps were shaky, unsteady. She wandered into a hotel room with the door slightly ajar and collapsed onto the soft bed. The comfort of the mattress offered a fleeting sense of escape.

But then, a strong hand gripped her.

Before she could react, a man hovering over her, his presence menacing. Her hair fell across her face, messy on the pillow. Even in her blurred state, his heavy breathing set off alarms in her mind. Panic surged through her as she struggled, but his grip held firm. He pressed her down, and fear exploded in her chest.

He began ripping her clothes apart and invading her body she couldn't struggle for long before giving into the strange man.

He pressed down towards her sucking her neck leaving red bruises. This strange man was hungry like he had been longing for this moment. His lips made it's way to her firm chest . He nibbled on her chest . Daphne was already feeling heated inside responding to the man's touch.

His hands held her hips, her legs were over his shoulders and down his back.

He was so fast and pumped. He slowed and she clenched around his thick tip.

Her face twisted with pleasure, beneath him she still came out on top, she wrapped her legs around his waist this time.

His legs came to the sides of hers, halting their progress to his hips. Still he thrust as he trapped her thighs in his .

She lay there not moving and let out a soft moan as his pelvis opened and aligned fully with hers, his p***s sliding in so deep, the friction so relentless she laid there pinned.

Morning came far too quickly for Daphne.

She lay still for a moment, her body wrapped in the unfamiliar warmth of a stranger’s arms. The room felt different now foreign, suffocating. Reality crept in slowly, like a cold hand gripping her chest. With a sudden jolt, she sat upright, her eyes scanning the hotel room in confusion.

Fragments of the night before began to flash through her mind.

Her breath hitched. “What have I done…” she whispered, dragging a hand down her face in regret.

Just then, her gaze landed on her phone lying on the bedside table. She grabbed it quickly, her heart dropping the moment the screen lit up. Dozens of missed calls.

All from Destiny. Daphne’s stomach twisted. Destiny, her father’s third wife, was the closest thing she had to a mother in that house. Only a few years older than her, Destiny had always been more like a sister… a friend. Someone who understood her, protected her, made that cold home feel a little less lonely.

If Destiny had been calling this much…

“I’m dead,” Daphne muttered under her breath. Panic set in. She hurriedly searched for her dress, her hands trembling as she gathered her scattered clothes and slipped them on as fast as she could. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts, none of them good.

As she turned to leave, her eyes briefly fell on the man beside her.

He was still asleep. His face was turned slightly away, shadows hiding his features, making it impossible for her to get a clear look at him. For a second, she hesitated… curiosity flickering. Then fear won.

Without another glance, Daphne bolted for the door, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she rushed out of the room.

Daphne stood frozen in front of the towering gate, her fingers hovering just inches from it. She couldn’t go in. She wasn’t ready.