Lilia’s Retribution

Chapter3

CHAPTER 3

LILIA

Ten Years ago.

The dim lighting of the room make my eyes squint for sight. The blaring music aches my ear drums. The heels crush my toes and the pain registers itself in my mind. Men between the ages of thirty to forty five send lustful glances my way and use the tip of their tongue to trace the lining of their upper lip and I cringe in disgust at the action. Never has anything or anyone ever repulsed me as much as they do.

A male of about five feet and nine inches makes his way towards me. Blue green eyes pretty enough to make anyone melt under completely different circumstances. “Let's go have some fun,” His breath drapes of alcohol. It is strong enough to knock anyone out.

“Get away from me,” I spit out. Anger evident in my voice.

He smiles seductively and steps closer to me and I matches it with an equal step away from him. He steps closer and I try to match it with another step back but I feel my back press hard against the wall. Our breaths mingle together into one. If anyone should see us now, in a different scenery, they would think that we are lovers. My heart races, its banging fills my ear drums, terrified of what he could do right now.

He lifts his hand and places it by the side of my head, blocking my only means of escape. He traces the outline of my face with his index finger. It feels cold, dangerous as it sends shivers down the base of my back, encasing my veins with fear and anxiety.

He leans closer, dropping his head slightly. His intents are clear to me and I turn my head the other way.

“Come on you, I know you're new here but I already paid good money for you and I intend to receive my services,” He states, clearly annoyed by how I have been swerving his moves.

His hands drop and grope my ass and pulls me closer to him tightly, so tightly that my front presses hard against his chest. My hands develop a mind of their own, I pushed hard against his chest and give

him a slap. The sound reverberates loudly but not loud enough for those nearby to hear. His eyes darken, I feel realisation of what I'd just done wash over like ice water. I just made a mistake.

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I am dragged by a lock of hair into the my room. A hard slap lands swiftly on my face causing me to crash to the ground.

The ringing sounds in my ear and the unrelenting sting that haunts my cheek is something that will forever be imprinted on the hollow walls of my mind. A hard kick to my torso has me flipping on to my backside. The pain cruising through me is indescribable. I can taste the metallic essence of my blood as tears flow from my eyes effortlessly.

My vehement pleas for mercy are ignored. Completely swerved like it means nothing to my chastiser. I am very sure it doesn't.

“You will do as I say,” He says wickedly. His eyes mirror pure, unending and uncharted darkness. It's like staring back into the eyes of the core of pure evil. It is frightening. It is scary enough to make any man tremble. “You will f**k those men and earn the cash for me. You are mine, the moment you realize that is your fate the better. You will never escape. Your only route is submission or death. Either way is fine by me.”

Tears continue to cascade my face and ruin my heavy make up. The cruelty of my captor is still unfathomable to me. I wonder what went wrong in the course of his life to make him take this dark and completely sinister path in life.

He pulls me to my feet with a handful of a lock of my hair. He looks deep into my eyes before he smashes his lips unto mine. I refuse to part my lips which only angers him more. With his other hand, he grips jaw forcefully and eventually my lips part, giving him entrance to explore the cave of mouth. The kiss is forceful and harsh. His teeth graze my lips but in a manner of complete and utter lust.

The level of disgust and hate and anger pushes me to bite his lower lip and draw blood. He pulls away and places his left hand on his lips. The sight of his own blood enrages him more. I take several steps backward until I feel my back press hard against the wall. He lifts his head and I see rage burning red hot in his eyes, the eyes that now haunts me every time I close my eyes to sleep. His eyes mirror that of a horn viper. It is empty and void of empathy. It can keep you in a trance and before you realise what's going on, it strikes. It's a nightmare.

He strides towards me and then grips me by the jaw again. With gritted teeth and a tightly clenched jaw he says “You've got guts, I'd give that. But remember it's the same guts that got a silver dagger buried in your old man's heart,” The latter of his statement burns deep within me. The pain immediately wafts my heart is far greater than what my body feels.

I struggle within his grasps but my efforts are futile. I pound hard against his chest but it doesn't do as much as faze him, instead it amuses him.

“Looks like I hit a soft spot,” He taunts.

“I will kill you. I swear. You will pay,”

“I'm pretty sure you won't live long enough to see that happen but for now, let's have a little fun, shall we?”

He rips my dress to shreds and throws me onto the bed. I watch his hardened member beg for release within its confinement. He climbs onto the bed, his hand blocking my sides as he hovers above me. He leans to leave a trail of kisses from the base of my neck to the back of my ear.

Fresh tears cloud my vision more as his intent registers itself in my mind. I don't fight him. I know it is pointless and it will only give him more pleasure.

He rips my panties and I feel him put himself inside of me. I feel my virtue tear and the pain that accompanies it.

“Oh… so I'm your first? What an honour!”

I don't reply him. I won't give him the satisfaction. He continues to thrust himself inside of me. His heavy breathing fans my ear. With every thrust that he makes inside of me, I feel a piece of me die along with it.

I feel him pull out and pour his release unto my face. He gets off me and I don't even make an attempt to get up or even move. I realize I had stopped crying a long time ago. I think that ability died tonight as well.

He mutters something to me but I don't make it out and I don't care or even want to. I just lay there breathing steadily but dead. Alive and empty. He is about to exit the room but then I see his lips move again but I can't make out his words. He turns back towards me and moves closer. A guy with broad shoulders, a well defined jaw, dark brown hair and double butt chin comes in and stands by the door. My captor gets completely naked and then flips me over and thrusts himself inside of me again but this time from behind until he releases his load and it runs from my backside down to my thighs. He takes me again and again till I'm severely sore between my legs. All the while, the dark brown haired guy stood and watched, I look directly into his eyes and I swear I can see regret and pain in them, like he totally disagrees with what is playing out in front of him but he does nothing.

I feel my body giving out and consciousness slipping away from me. I don't fight it. I gratefully welcome the darkness and wish within myself that I never wake from it but even I know that my fate isn't blessed with such luck.

Present.

I walk within the torchlit halls that leads to my dungeon. It is completely buried under the guise of my building. You can scream as loud as you want, for as long as you want, no one will hear. It's why I restrained him here.

I enter his cell just when he begins to stir awake. He looks at me with fear outlining the rims of his brown irises. I once looked into them and begged for help but they did nothing. Though my mouth didn't voice the aches my heart felt, my eyes spoke it in volumes and he just watched as I was beaten and abused. Now he'll pay penance.

“M-montes,” He says my last name with uncertainty and utter fear, which only adds to my consternation.