Chapter 5 In Favor of the Rich

DIANA'S POV

I was shaking greatly as I looked up at his unapologetic face. There was no sign of remorse on his face as he put his hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair, a smirk visible on the corner of his mouth.

How could he ask me to do that when I haven't ever been intimate with anyone before? He's so mean and I despise him for making me do things that disgust me.

This must be the reason why his ex-girlfriend left him. I mean, who would be with a man like him? Or did he end the relationship by himself? Whatever!

He deliberately rubbed his cock on my nose, reminding me that I am supposed to handle his member and not mope at him as if he were an intriguing statue. Why's his dick so enticing? And why the heck am I wet?

A tear slid down my cheek and I lifted a hand to swat it away before I mustered up the courage to touch him. I wrapped my hands around the length of him and directed it to my slightly parted lips.

"Come on, Diana! I am going to go crazy if you don't suck me now! Or do I have to fuck your mouth until you lose your voice?" He warned me sternly.

How I wish he would go crazy!

"I'm sorry," I fretted, finally opening my mouth wide enough to accept his forceful intrusion.

He must've lost his sanity just like he said because he showed no mercy when his fingers tightened his grip on my hair and he did a few light strokes before pushing the length of him into my mouth.

I gagged.

My hands grabbed his pants as my eyes widened in shock. I couldn't breathe in or out, and that made my eyes unable to focus. It felt like my ears were blocked and my throat constricted. I believed it was time to die because I couldn't take him rough-handling me in that manner for too long.

The moment his grip on my hair loosened and he staggered back, I fell against the shelf and more books hit my face as I tried to breathe and make my brain and eyes start functioning properly again.

When a whooping cough followed and I forced my eyes to open, everything in the library rotated in my eyes. I was able to see him stroking his dick before a loud groan erupted from his throat and his cum burst out, wetting a few books with his sinful seed.

He used the tip of his thumb to wipe his sperm and bent down beside me. He pushed the thumb into my mouth and asked me to lick. I sucked the thumb and swallowed uneasily.

"Please, let me go. I can work or do anything and make sure that I pay you back everything that you gave my parents to purchase me. I beg of you, please."

I knew I was pouring water on a rock, but I am not giving up because I can't take this up for too long, or else I wish to die most cruelly.

He brought his face closer and patted my hair as if he was softened by my words. Then he sniffed my hair just like he did last night before he stood up and pulled his pants on again.

"You want to pay me back? How long do you think it would take you to make eight billion dollars? Can you be able to give me an endorsement deal of about fifteen million dollars every week?" He picked up a book.

It was covered in dust, just like every other book in the library. He swiped at it and turned it over with both hands.

"Please," I cried harder, wishing that my outburst would soften him.

"I hate it when people beg me. The next time you would say that word, I would tie you up, lock you in a dark room, and starve you for ten days. Don't say I didn't warn you, princess." That said, he turned to leave.

Princess? So this is how princesses are treated in his world? He's a psycho! He's the devil's incarnate!

"Can I at least get my phone back? I will just use it for a few minutes, pl..." I compressed my lips before I said the word that would land me in trouble.

He glanced at me again and left without saying another word. I tucked my chin between my knees and let goosebumps wash over me. I still couldn't believe that I was in this messy dream. It all just has to be a joke.

Maybe it's a prank. My parents could come by to pick me up and say it's a test. He could apologize... My brain went numb at the thought of him apologizing. A man who only has a devious smile, gives devilish joy and a malicious smirk?

I need to wake up and look for a way out of this. I can't be kept hostage in this beautiful hell forever! I am still Diana Campbell, I don't deserve any of this and I won't settle for less when I know my worth.

I pushed myself up and it took a while for my squeaking legs to gain strength and carry the rest of my body. I need to find Jessica and let her help me get my phone back. It is the only way I can get to my friend, Gina. And she's the only person that could help me escape if I don't get out of here myself.

It was a bad idea coming out of the library because I witnessed the most dreadful thing in my entire life. I was going to find Jessica outside when I couldn't find her inside the house, then I saw Mr. Rodriguez's men as they pushed a bounded man ruthlessly toward one of the houses that looked too ancient for my liking.

It stood out as if it didn't belong in the estate, like those houses haunted by ghosts in horror movies. So I was driven by the way they handled the man and I hid behind the balcony of one of the small houses that lined up the place.

I watched with a pounding heart until they were inside before I hurried over to the entrance with refined steps so as not to arouse suspicion even if I was caught.

I was playing with fire, but my curiosity got the better part of me. When I touched the door and it swayed inwards, I noticed they didn't lock it, so I walked inside and hid behind the door to watch the scene unfolding before me.

Mr. Rodriguez was still in his work clothes, just like he was when he had come into the library, but he wore a red jacket with a hood over his work suit. His other men were in a black, hooded jacket and wore skeleton masks.

The bounded man was held by two guards. Mr. Rodriguez spoke a few uncertain words to the man, a muffled noise came from the man himself.

Then Mr. Rodriguez moved to a high royal chair and sat, he lit a cigarette and puffed before he punched a button by the handle of the chair, and a padlock jerked open.

The guards unbounded the man and threw him into a cage. I could only hear the man's scream as whatever wild animals he kept there must've gobbled him up.

I just needed to get out of this place. I can't witness such an inhumane crime scene and still breathe fine. I only had in mind to leave soundlessly just the way I had come, but I bumped into another hooded guard.

My eyes widened and my hands flew over to cover my mouth. There's no one ever going to save me now.

I would be thrown into that cage and be eaten by wild animals without anyone finding out, it's not like karma ever catches up with people like Scott Rodriguez, the universe works in favor of the powerful men.