Chapter 2 Takeaway

BRIANNA'S POV

"You're so pretty," he said as he clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Of all the girls I have been with so far, you seem to be the... prettiest."

He turned my face from side to side as I shivered, studying it. With that look on his face, I knew where it was all heading. And it wasn't good.

"My lord please, not again," I whimpered. "It hadn't been long I returned from the hospital...I'm not strong enough...maybe next time. Please..."

He turned deaf to my pleas. Before I could beg some more, he jacked me up and balanced me on his right shoulder, spanking my bare butt as he marched to his bed. He landed me roughly and my head throbbed, a wince escaping me.

"My lord, please stop."

I wobbled back toward the headboard of the bed, supported by my elbow, shivering with fear. He already stripped, his hard-on ready to defile me, dangling with each movement he made. The bed dipped as he mounted but I flinched back, curling myself away from him like a scared kitten.

"Brianna," he pronounced. "Let's get on with this, don't stress me this morning. I don't have all the time in the world. I have a very important occasion coming up." His thin flap of lips folded in annoyance.

Seeing how persistent I was, he rushed and grabbed my ankles, dragging me forward to him. I screamed and tried beating him off.

"Try that again and I'll be more than glad to chop off those beautiful fingers of yours."

I swallowed hard and he smirked, seeing how calm I'd become.

"Good girl," he smirked. "Relax and you'll enjoy it like we always do."

Jerking my knees, he spread my thighs wide to the extent I thought my pelvic muscles snapped. He bombarded me with aggressive kisses and threw momentary glances to see my reaction. If I didn't respond or moan like I was enjoying it, he would frown and cast that devilish look on his face and I would have no other choice than to comply.

He rubbed his hard-on before nestling in between my thighs. Sliding in, he moaned obscenities with each thrust. His thrusts were extremely wild and rapid as I gritted my teeth, groaning in agony as pain seared my hole. He lowered occasionally to fondle my boobs and bombard me with those aggressive kisses, always watching out for my reaction. I wished I could do something, but I felt so powerless.

At some point, I was drained and motionless and couldn't resist anymore. I shut my ears from his loud gasps and shifted my gaze from his cold, demonic eyes, resting the side of my face on the bed.

"Don't worry princess, this will be our last sex, So enjoy it while it lasts." His smirky voice echoed in my head and drops of stream seeped out of my eyes as I closed them peacefully, believing I might not make it out alive when he was done.

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My heavy eyes slowly opened, and I was a bit surprised to find myself alive again. My head throbbed, and everything around me seemed to spin. I clutched my head and winced, and it took some time before my vision cleared.

Bits and pieces of everything that happened replayed in my mind as I spotted Hermes. He stood by the doorway in his light-coloured satin robe. It seemed like he was instructing his guards.

I sat up at the edge of the bed, taking a moment to inspect my body. I was still naked, and there were pink marks on parts of my thighs and chest. My hole felt like it was recovering from a severe burn injury.

Before I could stand, he pulled the door wide open and the guards marched in. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around me, covering my dignity. I rather spend the whole day locked up in the basement than be naked amid his guards again.

They seized my arms, the duvet falling off and draping onto the floor. I hated myself for standing naked amongst them and it was all Hermes's fault. The guards were like programmed robots, just clutching my arms, and standing still with expressionless faces. They dared not find desire in my rawness or else Hermes would pluck out their eyeballs like he said. And I know he'll do it. I have seen him do worse – like the time he killed one of his guards by stabbing him in his private area after he permitted him to have his way with me. That was the most gruesome and dreadful scene I have witnessed in my life.

"What is this?" I asked feebly.

He approached me, gently tucking my strands behind my ears and cupping my cheeks, making me face him as if I were a child. His golden brown eyes held everything I despised in a person. It was hard to believe I fell for them back at the jewellery store when he picked interest in me.

"You have done nothing wrong, princess," he said. "You're so beautiful," he released his palms from my cheeks and my face slacked. His fingers travelled down to my puffs and he gave my nipples a hard pinch. I recoiled in response but the guards held me still.

"My time with you has expired," he said after much focus on me, but mostly on my puffs. "I need to make money and also go out there and find another pretty girl like you...or one even one prettier if I'm lucky."

He kept calm afterwards, expecting to hear my voice but was disappointed. I was too weak and broken to talk and even if I did, it'll eventually fall on deaf ears. The man standing before me was a wild, eccentric boar. If only I had known before I followed him, I wouldn't have been facing all his ill treatments but he was the Alpha king of our kingdom. And I thought he would make me his Luna. I thought his feelings for me were genuine.

"Guards! Take her away," he commanded with a fling of an arm.

"My lord please don't do this!" I screamed. "Where are you taking me?"

I tried persisting but they were too strong, dragging me along like I was some children's toy.

"You'll find out soon enough," he smirked a sly. "Your beauty will fetch me a lot of money."

The guards hauled me to the door and my heart raced in my chest, trying to make meaning of what he just said.