Chapter 2

Blessing's POV

With a wicked grin, the woman strutted toward what appeared to be a stage. She started making vulgar and degrading comments about the girls, describing how they would please the men gathered there, who were eagerly trading money for their services. The audience consisted of both old and young men, a chilling sight.

A girl with fiery red hair, wearing a revealing red gown, hesitated and tried to run away. In an instant, she was shot in the forehead. Gasping in horror, I felt tears stream down my face. She became a grim lesson for the rest of us.

Shaking with fear and my heart pounding in my chest, I realized it was now my turn. The woman forcefully pushed me forward, guiding me onto the stage. A bright spotlight illuminated my body.

“She’s quite docile, obedient, and follows instructions. As long as you take good care of her, she won’t give you any trouble. In other words, she’s like a puppet,” the woman sneered, prompting laughter from the crowd. Tears continued to cascade down my cheeks.

I felt utterly humiliated. Why did I have to be the one subjected to such unspeakable acts of evil?

I tried to walk away from the stage, but I was yanked back forcefully and held down by two burly men, one on each side. One of them placed a piece of cloth over my mouth and held it there. I struggled to escape, but his grip on my arms only tightened. The dr*g sent me into a daze, making me lose all my senses.

Suddenly, everything went black, and I passed out.

***

I woke up to find myself in a different room. The first thing I noticed was that I had been stripped of my clothing. I covered my breasts and crotch with my hands, blushing. A black negligée had been draped on top of me, but I felt exposed nonetheless.

Sitting up, I saw my captor, who was standing near the door with his back toward me. He was in his late thirties and quite handsome, with short dark brown hair, neatly gelled back. His eyes were blue-gray, almost silver in the dim light.

His handsome features belied the sinister intentions hidden in his heart. I instantly knew he was responsible for this nightmare. The thought filled me with a mixture of anger, horror, and despair.

He turned to look at me and remarked, “I see you’re awake now. Don’t even think about trying to escape. As you know, we have guards patrolling the grounds day and night. And even if you do manage to escape, Drake will be the least of your concerns. We have a special punishment in mind for unruly girls.”

“What kind of punishment?” I asked.

He ignored my question and added, “The rules are simple: you follow my instructions, you don’t ask questions, and you obey every word I say. You’re mine now.”

His tone left no room for negotiations. It was clear that he had a dominant personality — the kind of guy who liked to take charge.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I averted my eyes. My heart ached in my chest, and I struggled to contain my emotions. It seemed this man was the main cause of my suffering.

Suddenly, he approached me. A wave of panic swept through me, and I shrank back, cowering in fear.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured me, extending his hand to caress my cheek. I flinched and jerked away, shaking my head.

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Don’t be scared. You belong to me now. You’ll learn to love every minute of it.”

My cheeks burned at the feel of his breath on my skin. My heart pounded in my chest.

The man proceeded to remove his clothes, revealing his toned body. His physique was perfect, and he looked strong and muscular. He stepped closer to me and placed his hands on my waist, causing me to gasp in surprise. I trembled with fear.

“Let’s see how obedient you are,” he said, trailing kisses down my neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

He took off my negligée and tossed it aside. I fought the urge to cover my exposed breasts and crotch with my hands.

I shivered as he slipped one of his hands inside my underwear and began caressing my vagina. It felt so good that I almost moaned out loud, but I caught myself. I couldn’t allow myself to enjoy what was happening.

His touch was gentle and tender. I melted against him, losing myself in his embrace. He took advantage of the situation, sliding his hand out of my panties and kissing me passionately on the lips. His tongue danced with mine, and he tasted like vanilla.

Before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall with one hand holding both of mine behind my back. With the other, he began to rub my clitoris in slow circles, driving me mad with lust.

I wanted to tell him to stop, but I was so turned on that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I ground against his hand, urging him to continue.

His fingers probed inside me, exploring my wetness. He thrust two fingers in and out of me, inching closer to my G-spot. He was driving me crazy with desire.

At this point, I didn’t care that he was my captor or that we were being recorded. I just wanted him to make me come. I moaned in pleasure and writhed against his body.

As he continued to pleasure me, I lost track of time and place. It felt like I was in heaven. The only thing that mattered was the sensation of his fingers on my skin.

At that moment, I knew what it felt like to be truly loved. I never imagined I could find a man who cared enough about me to give me so much pleasure.

I wanted more, but before I could ask for it, he pulled away from me. I stood there panting heavily, flushed in the face, and dripping with desire. He smirked at me before picking up my negligée.

“Let’s put this back on. It’s time for us to get some sleep.”

With that, he left me standing alone in the room. My mind reeled as I tried to make sense of what had happened.

Had I actually enjoyed it? Was it wrong to like something so terrible?