[Elena's POV]
I felt hollow.
I stared into his eyes like a soulless doll, a vessel emptied of everything that made me me. I decided right then to simply accept whatever humiliating act he had planned.
He wanted s*x? Fine. He wanted me to succumb to his sucks and thrusts? So be it. He wanted me to lay beneath him and come at his will? Then I'd let my traitorous body react however it wanted.
Because inside, I would be gone.
After all, who was I to defy him anyway? He's the great Noah Marlow. He's my master, the one who hold my fate in his bloodstained hands. What I owe him couldn't be paid by hours of genuine work in this economy.
All I could do was endure this beast in a tailored suit, a man whose mood swings were as lethal as his gun.
"Does my f*****g you hurt you that much?" he pus
