Chapter 2 1

Chapter 1; Punished

I forcefully swallowed my food and abruptly removed the spoon from my mouth.

Not even a glance from this annoying snob.

I've been trying to get his attention and bothering him. I just want to go home; we have a modeling gig tomorrow.

Yes, I'm a model for any magazine.

"Eat properly, Khione." I was startled by his deep voice, sounding like a groggy voice? What do you call that? Husky? Like a husky dog's?

"Tss, I'll go home tomorrow, okay? I promise I'll behave today." I'm not begging. That's what we call, acting. He's lucky if I beg, right?

"I'll think about it," so he's actually thinking? Why didn't he think before buying me for a hundred billion? Are you okay, dude?

"You're such a tease! Just say you won't let me go home! Instead of giving me false hope!" I stood up and turned away from him. I froze when the doorbell rang.

Oh, he has a visitor?

"I'll get it!" I left the dining room, but I felt him following me.

I hadn't even reached the door when the maid opened it. I remembered, I'm in a billionaire's house. Of course, he has many servants. Or so I thought.

Turns out, he only has one maid, an old woman. From outside, I could hear a woman crying.

"Ma'am, I'm really sorry, but Mr. Lordcan strictly prohibits visitors today," said the old maid. I quickly walked out and when I saw what was happening outside, I couldn't help but hold onto my chest.

"But, ma'am! I'm pregnant! And he's the father!"

A woman lying on the Bermuda grass caught my eye. She's extremely sexy and beautiful. Smooth skin and you could say she's really beautiful. Looks like she's also from a wealthy family. I think she's around sixteen years old.

"What's all this commotion?" I squared my shoulders and made my voice even more intimidating to the girl. That one that can intimidate girls?

They both turned to look at me.

"M-Ma'am." I felt the maid was also afraid.

Am I that scary? I'm not a ghost, am I?

I winked at the maid. She was surprised by what I did. She excused herself after that, so I was left alone with the girl who assumed she's pregnant and Caspian is the father.

"I need to talk to Caspian-"

I cut her off. "How would I know if you're just pretending to be pregnant and he's the father? Is there a pregnant woman throwing tantrums on the floor? Idiot," I even emphasized the letter b when I said idiot.

You see, my definition of "idiot" is for idiot guys, and "idiot" for idiot girls.

"Who are you anyway? His flavor of the month?" wow, this girl's fierce.

"Didn't it occur to you that you might miscarry in that situation? Of course, you didn't think of it because you're not really pregnant, right?" boom. I saw her eyeballs almost pop out. I hope they fall out so she'll always be looking at the floor.

I'm so bad, aren't I? I promise I'm not mean. Just a little bit.

I don't want to get depressed or stressed about what's happening between me and my dad, so I just focused my anger on this ambitious girl. I can't be mad at my dad. Maybe my answer to him was enough.

"Who are you?" she rolled her eyes without her eyeballs popping out.

"You don't know me. You're always with guys, do you ever think about the guy you're thinking about? No, right? So just shut up." I rested my hands on both sides of my waist and looked her up and down.

Her outfit was so short; she almost seemed embarrassed even by her soul. She stood up and pointed at me.

"You! I'll report you to Caspian!" go girl. She quickly passed me and entered without saying anything.

I stayed outside and pondered. What if she's really pregnant? And what if Caspian is really the father?

Oh no, I'm screwed, right?

Based on my calculation and observation of Caspian. He seems like a playboy. Sex lord, drug lord-

But he's probably not a drug addict, right? What should I do?

I was brought back to reality when I heard a cry from inside. I went in and saw the girl being slapped by Caspian using the back of his hand. She was lying on the floor now. Hours passed and there was no blood coming out of her. Was she not miscarried or was she really not pregnant?

I just stayed by the door, secretly listening and waiting for whatever happens next.

"Desperate girl," his voice thundered throughout the living room.

"C-Caspian..." the girl said, almost in tears. I felt sorry for her. What should I do? Just stand here? What Caspian did to her was too harsh. That's not right.

"Fernando," he called one of his bodyguards. So, Rolando and Fernando are his bodyguards. Now I know. The bodyguard approached him and waited for his order.

"Take her to the Empire's House. Lash her with a belt, fifteen times. Then take her to her house, tell her father what a shameless lady his daughter is." Caspian said seriously. So the rumors are true? Has he killed someone? But he didn't buy the girl pretending to be pregnant, did he?

I felt scared when he looked at me. Oh no, I'm caught. I want to be scared because I am scared, but I will never give him the satisfaction. That's just so cowardly.

Chin up, chest out, stomach in, and butt out. Of course, the butt should be in the back, right? Don't you see in magazines how they really emphasize their butts to look sexy?

I approached them.

"Fernando..." I smiled at Fernando. I saw one of Caspian's eyebrows raise. "She's just an innocent girl, naive and harmless. It's pitiful if you hurt her, isn't it?" because the girl is really pitiful. I even made my voice sweeter and smoother this time.

I'm almost nauseous doing it. I really don't like sweets.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but that's the boss's order." It's just that, it didn't resist my charm.

I looked at Caspian who didn't seem to be able to change his decision. I violently grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her out of the house. There I left him outside and closed the double doors myself.

I went back to the living room and saw that they were still there. Fernando, men look scared. I was about to sit on the sofa when Caspian violently grabbed my arm and pulled me up so that I could not continue sitting.

"Why did you do that?" he asked angrily which made me feel very scared.

"Because I think she's just so young to be harassed like that!" yes, it looks like sixteen years old. He was silent for a few minutes and kept looking at me. It's like reading my mind.

"Okay then, you'll be the one receiving the lash for that girl." What he said made me nervous, especially when he violently dragged me up the grand staircase.

He opened a black door and pushed me inside. My heart beat so fast when I saw what was around me. It's very dark.

But in the middle there is a yellow light. We stopped there, in the middle of the room. I didn't realize that he was already holding a black belt. He hit the belt in the air and I just closed my eyes when I heard the noise from the belt.

He looked at me and for a moment I saw his reluctance to do this to me. That was immediately replaced by anger and the desire to hurt me.

"Strip!" I kept staring at him. I will not do what he wants me to do. Can I just wear this? He's really big.

"What are you waiting for? I'm going to undress you? You're not respecting my decisions, Khione. Now, suffer the consequences of what you did." he hit the air again with the belt he was holding.

I was startled by the noise that came from the belt. It just sounds like a whip. Just thinking about it hitting my skin makes me want to cry.

"You are against the rules of the empire, Khione." empire? What is he saying? Does my dad know all this?

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

"I have no mercy," he violently hit a thin cloth on the side he was holding. I bit my lip when the fabric broke. It split into two.

"N-No..." I didn't say anything while staring at what he was holding. my hand was shaking with fear and I was so nervous that my heart almost came out.

I really need to leave.

"We have rules in the empire, Khione. You have to respect and bow down at me because I own you. one single mistake will make you regret everything that you did." he said firmly and held up the yellow belt he was holding. "This belt is the safest of all. What about a whip? Paddle? Don't make me use it to you," he explained.

He is really scary.

He's so... Ruthless.

I turned to the door we came from. I knew it was locked so I had no escape. Why did I jump out of the window? It's so dark here that I don't even know if anyone is younger.

I took a deep breath and slowly took off my white T-shirt. I changed clothes before we ate dinner.

He was right, I have to pay for what I did. It's not right for me to interfere with his decisions. That girl is lucky. hmm

I was only wearing a bra when I completely let go of the white T-shirt and it fell on the black floor. I looked at him. Watching how he would react when he saw the shape of my body.

"Fuck..." I heard him say it. I saw how his veins appeared on his arm as if he was restraining himself. I bowed when our eyes met after he looked at me.

"Your jeans." his baritone voice made goosebumps on my arms.

"Huh?" I asked nervously. what the hell, get well.

All my life I was still ashamed that someone was looking at my body. I've done two piece photoshoot, I wasn't embarrassed by the cameraman. I'm even confident in the camera to pose hot poses.

Why is it now that my sky-high gaze seems to fold when Caspian just glances at my body?

"Your jeans. Take them off." it is a strong command. I gave him a bad look. Maybe he's just a chump?

"Why isn't Fernando the-" He cut me off.

"You're my property. I won't let anyone do the things that I want to do to my property." he enunciated the word 'my'. He is very territorial. What land am I to be his property?

I was forced to take off my jeans. I was about to unzip the zipper but I stopped halfway and pulled the zipper up. It's closed again. I looked up at him. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. Did he just swallow?

He slowly approached me. I feel so nervous now. will my skin hurt after this? That fabric is damaged, it's still my skin.

"Y-You can just do it without removing the jeans, Caspian. It will only hit my back." my voice started to tremble, I calmed myself down because I didn't really know what to do. I thought that to finish this, it would be better for him to start.

He glared at me.

"Put this in your mind, Khione. I'm just fixing how you treat me. You lack discipline. You're too spoiled by your father." The voice was so authoritative that I couldn't say anything.

"Then do it." I whispered. My voice is scratchy and I still stutter. I have never experienced anything like this.

I give up. no matter where I look there is something really wrong with me. I interfered with his decision.

"I make the rules, you'll follow them." I swallowed at the last thing he said.

I received a blow on my back. My knees gave up to the pain that I felt. I fell to my knees and placed both hands on the cold floor for support.

One.

I counted in my mind. Maybe because it's too much, I'll hit him with the belt. I received another blow. I feel like I'm going deaf from the noise the belt makes.

Two.

I bit my lip as I received a stronger blow. I closed my eyes and didn't realize tears were streaming down rapidly. It really hurts. Three. I whimpered on the fourth blow. Four. He paused for a few minutes before continuing, and I braced myself for the fifth hit. I almost lost my breath from sobbing and crying. My vision blurred. I waited for the sixth blow, but it didn't come. I heard the belt hit the floor.

"Goddammit!" I heard him shout. I looked at him and saw him punching the wall. When our eyes met, he cursed again, glaring at me as if I had done something extremely painful to him.

"Damn you, woman," he cursed at me again. What did I do wrong again? Am I provoking him? I'm just following his desires. I've already humbled myself.

"C-Continue it, p-please," I pleaded to continue what he was doing. Because if he doesn't continue, the pain I'm feeling will last longer. I just want this to end. Even though I'm having a hard time breathing because of crying so much. He quickly approached me, and I thought he would continue, but I got more nervous when he tightly held my chin and turned my wet face towards his angry one.

"That's the fucking problem! Fuck! I can't fucking do it!" he forcefully let go of my face and stood up. He walked away from me as if my skin burned him.

"W-Why? Are you like this to the other g-girls-?"

"No!" he roared.

"This is fucking impossible!" He pulled at his hair as if his problem was too big. He punched the wall again. I wonder how much it hurts? I saw his fist turn red. I was still sobbing because of the intense pain. He harshly turned to me, glaring.

"Stop crying!" he was too harsh. "Fuck, I don't know what to do with you." Now his voice was calmer, but the anger was still evident.

"I-I want to g-go home," I continued sobbing. I couldn't stop; my back hurt so much. Surely, what he did to me will leave marks. He shook his head because of what I said. I tried to stand up, but as I was halfway there, my vision suddenly darkened. I heard only one voice and one word before I lost consciousness.

"Fuck!"