[Erin]A fat bead of tear rolled down from the corner of my eyes. My sobs drowned to his mouth as he bit my lower lips, clipping it in between his teeth, drawing some blood. The heavy irony taste busted on my buds, twisting my guts with revulsion. Nonetheless, he did not cease his assaults and continued to devour my lips as if he were a hungry lion in search of some flesh. His weight is pinning me down, rendering my body immobile. The only thing left for me was to cry. His rough kisses left my mouth but did not lessen his assaults. Instead, he was nipping the soft flesh down my throat, tugging my skin until they turned enough to draw blood to accumulate the surface. He was leaving bite marks in its wake.Nikolai pressed me further into the mattress, the rough texture of his palm sliding down to my waist, tracing the curves of my body, and then stopped at the section between my legs. Thumbs pressing on my crotch. Nikolai hit my sensitive spot, jolting me with a sudd

[Erin]I'm not sure what to think or feel anymore. I desperately wanted to cry, but there were no tears left in my inside eyes, or better yet they got tired of weeping. My body felt numb all throughout, while I am sore down there. I curled to the side, trying to cover up my naked body with a thick duvet, and closed my eyes, hoping this was all a nightmare. That Micah will come to my room and wake me up for breakfast.Just then, I could just forget it. However, that is not what it is. The pain is still there. The stinging sensation burning down on my private area lingered. Reminding me of how I am being violated as a woman. I let out a long shaky breath, peeling my eyes open and looked upon at my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. My red-painted room, dimly lighted, was specifically made for someone just like me. A mere toy for him to play with.An object for pleasure.A mess and nothing else.Inside my head, my life flashes in recollec

[Erin]Why is he acting this way?Why could he just threaten me like he always does? Just like how he threatened me with a gun on my head the first time we met? Why could he just don’t do that? In that way, I wouldn’t be so confused about what I should feel towards him.Yes, I hate him. No, that isn't really the best phrase to express what I was feeling, and I was convinced that what I was feeling was something more. For everything he had done to me, I even hate fate itself for showing me into this kind of life. But why did I feel so warm when he uttered those words? My jaw snapped shut, locking tightly, and my molars hurt from grinding against each other while I stared intently into the mossy pair of orbs that were sucking me in. Absorbing me deeply into a promise of the unknown. The rough texture of his thumb rubbing the corner of my face, so slowly and sensual, kept me anchored to where I was in the moment rather than becom

[Erin]Nikolai wrapped my body in a bundle of the thick fluffy towel before he lifted me up and walked out of the bathroom. I look like a toddler when I am in his arms. My entire height does not even reach his chest, therefore I am essentially a child in comparison to him. It's no surprise that he refers to me as his doll…or that because he sees me as his leisure, his favorite toy to play with when he’s bored. The thought causes a sharp pain to strike me in the chest that I can't seem to shake. I have to swallow hard to keep the sobs from erupting and blink my eyes repeatedly to keep my vision from becoming blurred. I also made a conscious effort to keep my breathing steady so he wouldn't notice my depressed state of mind. He gently put me down on the bed, my feet dangling over the end, and then he took another towel that was slung across his shoulders and dried my hair.None of us had spoken since our conversation at the tub, although

[Erin]Micah directed me to the bathroom after I completed my meal with mischievous grin pasted on her face. She’s even excited than I am and expressly instructed me to be done in a couple of minutes or ten, or else she would clean me herself. Not that she hasn’t done it before, but I am sure I am capable of doing that myself. My body still protesting in every movement I made, but it wasn’t that unbearable, unlike last night. Maybe I am just too dazed from staring at myself in the mirror in such disarray.But right now, I will not let that beast break the last piece of my soul that I hold on to. If not, I don’t know what to do anymore.He had taken everything from me. My innocence and all, but it’s not the end. I still breathe the morning air. There’s food prepared for me three times a day. Clothes that I can wear, though some of it I could even hardly call clothing.Especially that thing I saw a while ago.