Roxanne A very relaxed Ragnor leisurely walks in. His eyes after looking me up and down are now looking around the room. He very casually makes himself comfortable on the foot of the bed. After scrutinising the room his eyes fell on me. “You look stressed." He points out. My frown deepens. Why is he here? And the first thing he says is ‘You look stressed.' I never had much conversation with him but I have come to know that he is very different from Rodriguez's and Lander's. He doesn't care about public thinking or anyone's thinking. He does what he likes. A very opposite character from my sis. “Don't frown. You look ugly with that frown." My lips part as I get stunned by his blunt comment. “Now you look more ugly." I am speechless. “What do you want?" I finally ask. I am sure he is here with some business. He smirks. That gives me chills. “I do want something. But first of all I was thrilled by your stunt which you pulled outside, in front of those reporters. You should h

Isaac “Sleep love." I whisper in her ears. She shifts slightly and I groan when her hips graze my length. “Women, stop moving." I snapped, my voice strained. My hands tightens on her belly and breathing gets heavy. “Hah." I huff when she finally stops moving. I gaze at her side profile. Her pale cheeks which were blemish less a few hours earlier now have a slap mark. A slap mark given by me. That slap must have given a lot of pain, since I had put half of my strength in it. In only two days, I have given her three bruises, one on her cheek and two on her wrist of both hands. Though for the stunt she pulled today, she deserved the slap then why am I feeling regretful. Her blemished cheeks were giving me pain and breaking my heart. I could never digest a bruise on her. Though I have always tried to control my strength while handling her, I always end up giving her one. I flip to the other side and grab the cream from the night stand. I had asked our doctor for the best cream

Roxanne I stumble as she harshly pulls me. Even though she has her heels on, she can still walk this fast. “Mrs. Lander, leave my hand. Where are you taking me." I shout. I tried to pull my hand out of her hold, but it only ended up giving me more pain. She pulls me downstairs. While ascending the stairs, I skipped the last step, making me fall straight on my knees, as Mrs Lander leaves my hand in the middle. I whimper in pain. I rise and look at my elbows, it's not that bad. Wincing, I stand up. My knees were buckling. I slide the dress to the side, by the split and sure enough my knees are injured. Blood was sleeping out from the split skin. It fucking hurts. Angry, I look up at Mrs Lander whose eyes are already on me. “What is wrong with you?" I asked sharply. I don't know why tears well up in my eyes. I am fed up with everything. She doesn't heed my words and looks away and I follow her eyesight to see all the other members are already here, gawking at us. Mrs Rodri

Roxanne I wake up with a jerk and frantically look around. My breathing is heavy. Everything is fine. I kept repeating those words while I brought my breathing to control. I had a nightmare of me beating that young boy mercilessly. A smile intact on my face, as I showered hits after hits on him without any remorse. It was horrifying. I look around and get startled when I find Isaac on the balcony lost in his thoughts. He looked distant. I look away from him. Yesterday was a nightmare. I can't call these people humans anymore. They are the worst of the worst. No one is different in this house. I shift and a hiss leaves my mouth. I throw the quilt away and my eyes fall on my bandaged knee. I stroke it. I really hate this family. I very delicately move back and lean my back on the headboard. I feel very powerless. It's like I don't have any energy left with me. I look down at my hand. The same hand which beat up that boy. His pleas of pain echoes in my mind and I clench my eyes

Roxanne “Pl-please, st-stop it." I shutter out. My throat hurts from all the begging and shouts. My hands are freed but I don't have the energy to move. I don't know how much time has passed. His ragged breathing is fanning my neck as I lay on his stomach. My hairs cascading down and hiding our faces. I tilt my head up and whimper when his thrust becomes rough. My hands are holding on his shoulders as he moves my hips to his pleasure. My hips buckle as I feel myself coming. I yelp when he flips us. My hazy sight fell on his face. I tilt my head up while my back arches as his thrust becomes harder, his breathing getting heavier. His hands beside me, holding his body up as he moves back and forth. My hands grab his wrist as I feel him filling me uptenth time. I whimper in pain when he pulls himself out. Is it finally over? Tears started falling through my eyes. He finally got what he wanted. He finally raped me. I look away to the side. I don't have the energy to get up. Su