CONTRACT RELATIONSHIP

CHAPTER 8

CARRIE'S POV

NOTE: AIRLINE MENTIONED MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST AS IT CAME FROM MY IMAGINATION

For the past 2 months now, Brian hasn't talked to me ever since the incident. He goes out as early as 5 am and comes back by 11pm at night. I'm the one who deserves to be the most angry when he treated me like a domestic pet to be bondaged.

Should i be happy he doesn't bother me anymore? No, it bothers me a lot. PFFT. it's not like we have any feelings for each other, so i went against his order to not leave the house. I don't get why he is so overprotective. He made it clear not to have feelings for each other . i don't wanna depend on him, why so adamant of keeping by the waist, what is he hiding , who exactly is he.

i sat on the sofa, an interesting movie seems to be on air but i was, bodily present, absent mind at least that is what i thought till i hear the door slam. On impulse i got up and ran down the stairs , and there he was looking like a hazard but still hot make me turn on , snap out of it carrie. his steps were mismatched , buttons misplaced , he is drunk. i moved forward to support him and i felt a heavy push from no where as i ended on the ground . he was badly drunk.

''Slut! Don't touch me , i hate you'' he yelled at me. Ouch, his intense glare made me gulp for some reason. His eyes held different emotions: pity, frustration, sorry and anger .

''Why Anna?'' wait who is Anna , before i could gather my thoughts i felt his hand around my arms his fingers boring holes deep in my skin , i tried to scream with the burning sensation lingering on my arms but his lips took mine roughl. I tried to struggle free from his grip .

He grabbed me by my waist and flung me on his shoulders for someone who is drunk , he sure does have stamina. He hurriedy took me to his room for the first time not for sightseeing, but lust desires that erode off him. The room was so dark i couldn't see a thing. He switched on the light. As much as the room looks like money, it also rhymes with his void identity , the room has no emotion , it can't be personified .

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize i was already stark naked to be eaten. I wouldn't allow my first time to be with a drunk scum, hot or not. i tried to push him away from me but it was pointless. I felt like a cat playing with yarn. I felt my hands being tied together with his belt before i could realize what was going on his length forcefully infiltrated my p***y. All hell break loose ,I lost my voice as i screamed in pain. This pain will forever leave off trauma. He kept on pushing against as i lay like a lifeless kitten and not until he was done did i lose consciousness. r**e. I was r***d with the image of another woman in his head. I hate my life and i hate you for destroying it more.

I woke up the next morning . The sun welcomed me for coming back to life , i glanced around the room i was in. It was my room . The duvet which barely covered me , literally, was stained in blood so much as though a cold body was found on it.

i felt pains , like sharp piercing needles from my v****a. I closed my eyes and i felt hot tears stream down my face. I laughed in self-pity, discarded , reused and refused. That's how i felt, like a thing.

The door opened slightly and i wasn't surprised by the fact it wasn't the expected person. '' Bonjour mademoiselle, I'm Delphine the housekeeper, Sir, instructed me to take care of you . Is there anything you may want?'' the old French housekeeper stared at me with pity .I despised that look in her eyes, I despised feeling helpless and weak.

''i need help getting cleaning up'' my voice resonated my unclean thoughts, void of emotion.

"we madame'' she nodded and carefully helped sat upright as we slowly walked to the bathroom , my legs numbed.

AN HOUR LATER

'' I will handle the rest I need you i will call for you '' Not looking at her in the eyes as i wore a floral gown that fits summer. The minute she left, I didn't waste one-second, not caring about the pain and the blood dripping thanks for the pad , i took my backpack, took my important clothing, passport, visa and packed them up as i slowly yet swiftly left the entrance of the house. I hid behind the pillar as i scout my sorroundings . No security i guess he felt no need since i'll be bedridden . i giggled to myself and immediately wet through the back gate not looking back and boarded a public bus to the nearest airpot, afraid of taxis now , I felt severe pains in my genitals but still struggled. The bus arrived at the West Coast airline. i didn't book a flight, so i had to wait for 9 hours for the plane to Washington.

I waited in line with other passengers as i prayed no one noticed my disappearance yet.....

The plane was finally ready to take off , i sat at my given seat and stared one last time at Manhattan where I was raised as an orphan and was r***d yesterday . I shook my head to clear off the thought as the plane accelerated upwards.

AUTHOR'S POV

A man cladded with tuxedo getting off his private jet . As he stood tall in front of the West Coast airlines...

'' sir uhmm''

''speak what is it ? , how is Carrie ''the man's face held regret as he clutched his phone in his hands .

''she left the house'' An eldery voice transmitted through the speakers. The man went numb as the phone fell off his hands.

'' search for her, ASAP'' he yelled at his men.