Miserable Substitute Wife

Zaniyah's Point of View

I had completely forgotten how long I had been imprisoned in this house or how I ended myself in the company of a ruthless, harsh, and wicked monster. I wish I could knock myself senseless of the fact that the man I desire is merciless.

"Zaniyah."

He quietly calls me to the door. His voice was stern yet strong, and I felt obliged to open the door.

As my hand trembled, I opened it. Our eyes connected, but I was the first to withdraw when I saw his disgusted gaze again, as if I were dirt in front of him.

I took a step back and bowed. "D-do you need anything from me?"

I clenched the sleeveless shirt in my hands and fondled them.

I lifted my eyes when he did not respond.

However, I came to a halt when I saw blood on the side of his tuxedo. My body grew progressively motionless as it froze.

"YOU HAVE BLOOD!" My sense returned to reality because of what I was seeing.

I was about to touch his side when he abruptly shoved me.

"I did not order you to touch me. Remove your filthy hands off." His voice is dead. He also raised his head and stroked his side. Sweat had already built up on his brow. "You are disgusting!"

I shuddered in response to what he said, but I refrained from him not allowing me to speak. "However, your wound-"

"I BOUGHT YOU! Regardless of what I do, it's none of your business!" He did not allow me to continue speaking because he insulted me again in his plummy voice, demonstrating his hate for me.

I tightened my grasp on the hem of my sleeveless shirt. Tears also formed in the corner of my eye.

"Then why did you bring me here?" I murmur to myself, but I know he heard. Slowly, my terrified face recovered and was replaced by an anxious one. "You may simply leave me to the debt collector, why did you rescue me if you would show me the same thing?"

Even though I was scared of what he would do to me, I still had bravery.

"Zaniyah." He throatily addressed me. "Don't ever set your thoughts to nonsensical stuff."

"It's not n-nonsense! No matter how much I think about why you brought me here, to be abused like this, my capacity cannot cope with it!" I wobbly uttered while stepping backwards.

He gave me a fatigued expression.

"I-I shall sleep now. Please, leave-"

I strangulated when he claimed my lips. He forced himself on my body although I resisted.

"Please! N-no! Stop!" I shrilled. I also closed my eyes due to the ferocity of his lips' movements.

I took a step back, but my foot met with something in the floor, which caused me to fall and he released me.

He accidentally lay his heavy body on mine.

I checked what was hitting me when I saw the flower vase.

I still couldn't recover when he tore my cover and seized my two hands. He pushed them to the side of my head.

"No! I'm b-begging you ..." I could no longer recognize my voice because it was so feeble.

But no matter what else I implored he would not listen. He still persisted in kissing me when I couldn't move my body.

When my body gave in to him, I felt his unexpected pause.

I used that opportunity to make one of my hands escape.

I discovered the shattered piece of flower vase in my hand. I clenched my palm and could no longer endure the crystal to puncture my flesh.

"I said s-stop!" I make piercing noises and pound him hard with my fist where the glass is.

I realized his face was also wounded by what I did.

I catch my breath as his eyes get intoxicated.

I could see the softening of his demeanor through his deep eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a hard stare.

He rose up, shifted his eyes away from me, and headed to the door.

"Heal your wound."

I watched him tighten his jaw, but he never returned my gaze, and I heard the door slam.

Rather than being glad that he had vanished, I became even more overwhelmed upon seeing his look.

How did I find myself in this predicament?

Even I like to believe that everything is a dream.

My parents owed money to Dwayne Salvador, the alligator debt collector. He is lending people money and triple the loan. My parents were drowning in debt, and the company for which they worked burst like a bubble.

On the day they intended to kidnap me as payment for what my parents owned, the guy I imagined to be a superhero similar to the one I watched on television appeared unexpectedly.

Ambrose Ward.

If you believe he paid off my parents' debts, you are mistaken.

He had money but chose not to pay, preferring instead...

He killed Dwayne Salvador.

At first, I assumed he was outraged because he was so eager to rescue me and my family.

However, I was wrong...

~Flashback~

"Mr. as well as Mrs. Moore. Our family used to have gatherings. You are probably aware that your child will not be abandoned by me. " A man speaking in monotone, trying not to frighten my parents who are now hugging because they are surrounded by men with granite bodies.

"A-ambrose... my child," my mother paused, unable to correctly compose the words she was about to speak.

After a few minutes, no one talked except for my father, who proceeded to express what my mother wanted to say.

"What are you going to do with my daughter?"

"...Your daughter." Ambrose stood up and approached me.

Everybody remained quiet.

He raised my chin and pressed the razor-sharp knife at my neck.

"Assume she is replacing someone who has died."

~Present time~

That is not the only memory that remains in my mind...

How he claimed my body that day still lingers.

~Flashback~

"Let me go! My parents are worried about me!" My speech is hushed, and my eyes appear to hurt him.

He brought me here after 'saving our lives.' I'm not sure why he felt compelled to bring me here. I assumed there would be no compensation for his help.

"Didn't you hear what your parents and I were discussing earlier? Didn't I say I'd take you home-- "

When I spit in his face, he didn't complete what he was about to say. I took a step back and met with the bed's edge behind my knee.

He cocked his head, incredulous at what I had done. I took note of the insults hurled at his neck.

"O-oh .. Aghh ..!" I gasped as he yanked my hair back, forcing me to look up.

His eyes were on fire as he locked his gaze on me. He gritted his teeth.

"I've reached the end of my patience with you!" His voice became increasingly shrill, and he flung me into the bed.

As my eyes filled with horror, I crept towards the headboard. He made large strides toward me. I don't like what he is doing.

I'm scared.

I heard the loud ripping of clothing and was immediately surrounded by the air conditioning's harshness.

"What will you d-do?" I trembled, hugging myself.

He remained silent and his dark eyes stayed frigid on me - no, on my body. His eyes glowed with a longing to touch me.

This is not the same Ambrose as the one I met. He was a far cry from the man I had standards for.

"How come you're doing this?" Even though I continued to probe him, I couldn't bring myself to stop. I'd like to have my position clear.

"Stop interrogating and begin serving me." His voice was icy, and it chilled my body.

I shook my head at him, still forcing myself into the corner.

If I hadn't just covered my body with my arms, perhaps my body would now be in contact with him.

"Don't wait for me to force you to beg, Zaniyah."

"Ah ...!" I gasped as he pulled my foot closer to him. Because of what he did, I completely removed my hand that still covered my body.

As I lay down, my body was trapped on both of his knees. His furious manhood was pointed at my mouth as his face was serious.

I'm afraid that when I make a move, he won't like it. I don't know when he will remove his shroud but I'm only sure of one thing.

Giving him head is what he calls "service".

I was unable to lie down and accidentally touched his erection.

I was shocked when I saw his expression. It looks to be twisted but shortly dissipates and is replaced by a grin.

My jaw immediately fell as his cock entered my mouth. In the corner of my eye, there are tears. I have the feeling that his 'soldier' is becoming more hard. This is the first time I'm doing this, and because I'm lying down, I'm having more difficulty breathing.

"Ensure that you make me feel good and that you handle it well," he remarked when his black eyes returned and he assisted me in sitting down.

I also abandoned the notion that I could get away with this. I'm going to accept everything. Something was smoldering in my chest, but I was unable to expel it.

"Stop bluffing and just do what you want," I said coldly to his gaze.

He tugged my hair back again, causing me to face up, "That's the confidence."

He took one of my arms in his and leaned against me. He brushed my lips over his.

"Mmph!" As I closed my eyes, my tears continued to pour.

He kissed my lips, allowing his tongue to penetrate my steamy mouth. He rubbed my cheek into the back of my neck, and I felt his feeble bite beneath my lip.

"Hngh .." I couldn't breathe when he fought with our tongues and I tasted his mint saliva. It's both hot and chilly. I'm at a blank for words to describe the sensation.

It felt as if I were intoxicated by what he was doing. Each of his caresses lifted me into space. After he saw my sensitivity to what we were doing, he let go of my hair, stroked my hips, and fixed his gaze on my blue eyes, which appeared to be piercing.

"What happened to your spirit earlier?" He questioned mockingly. "Today, I'm striving to guarantee that you no longer understand who you are."

Following those remarks, he squeezed my buttocks, causing me to rise and gasp.

"I shall mold your hole with my cock to indicate that I now own you."

"Turn around," he commanded proudly. He released his grip on me and stepped away slightly.

Even though I was apprehensive to do so, I trembled at the prospect of following what he urged. I crept onto the headboard and knelt there, facing my head and torso. I clutched the rear end of it. And...

... I am enraged with myself for the reason I am twitching on the inside.

I was already aware of the bed shaking. "... Good girl, you're doing what you are being told."

My eyes opened and my cheeks flushed as I felt a warm voice on my neck and hand on my chest. My body was on the verge of crumbling.

One of his free hands slid down my vaginal opening.

My grip on the headboard's edge became even tighter as one of his fingers entered my hole. He initially sniffed my hair before speaking.

"You're wet from sucking me," he murmured, squeezing his finger against my nipple, which had been keeping my chest closed.

"Ah, no." I can't help but let out a growl.

"They are haughty. I'm sure you're sensitive here," he whispered as he licked my earlobe. "What should I do?"

He stopped but continued eventually, "Should I use my hand and pinch them non stop or my tongue to lick and suck them?"

"Explain it to me, Zaniyah. How should I do it?" He pulled his face closer and crushed himself against my back, and I could immediately feel his erection.

"S-Shut up!" My face appears to be about to burst due to its extreme redness. Secondly, I bit my lip to prevent myself from letting out another strange sound.

I bit my lip even harder when I heard him chuckling, and it began to tear as a result of the force of my bite. However, I closed my eyes even more as his hand creeped towards mine and dislodged it from the headboard's clasp.

"Wha-what are you doing?!"

Instantaneously, my body was riding on his. He was now reclining down, my legs curled up on his shoulder. My private part was already positioned in the direction of his face, and he could kiss it just a little more distance. I'm not sure when he took off my panties.

"You're not very good at these things. You are incapable of providing me with pleasure. And how can we enjoy ourselves if you remain silent and do not allow me to hear your moaning? At that pace, how am I going to fuck you?" As he talked, he shifted his stare from my face to my body, eventually settling on my pussy.

"Stop biting your lips and take a deep breath. I will not allow you to be silent while we enjoy the night," he added, bringing my legs up to his face.

I shudder as his lick brushes my cunt. As he slips his tongue into my hole, he twirls it. I tugged at his hair as he firmly gripped my legs, paralyzing me. He is devouring me.

I'm losing my mind.

"You're twitching so much on the inside, it's as if you're possessed." He speaks while his tongue continues to play in that part.

"Please, d-do not speak while you are twisting it," I hid my face in response to my request. His breath is striking my vulva, causing an increase in the flow of electricity inside me.

I noticed his countenance shift and in an instant, I found myself laying on the bed with one leg lifted. Before I knew it, two fingers had already pierced my flesh.

"It slipped down smoothly because of the dampness of my tongue and yours." He kept his sight fixed on me even as I switched my gaze to the thing in front of him. It's clear that he's been holding back for some time, since his manhood is as solid as a rock.

"Stop holding back," his hand went even quicker.

I raised my head and allowed my body to be enveloped by the heat. "Stop! I-I'm pleading... No." My voice is diminishing as well.

"I believed you said I could do anything I pleased? Why are you retracting your words now, hmm?"

I have no idea how many thrusts he has; all I want is to be free of this sensation.

"Continue. Growl loudly as you like." He brought his hand to a halt as I gathered my breath. "I'm eager to hear your lovely voice."

"Ngh .. Ahh.! Haah!" I'm gasping for air after sensing something shredding through me.

When something enters my hole, my body appears to be on fire. My eyes widened, and I found myself out of breath.

"It stings-! It burns..." I am now in tears.

"Louder." His face is smirking, but my expression remains stunned.

"Hngh. P-Please do not move."

"All right, I will not." He embraced my body but did not withdraw his cock from the inside. I couldn't stop weeping, and the room was filled with only my voice.

"When you stop sobbing, that is consent for me to move."

When I stopped bawling, he moved as he had told me. Each time I let out a snarl in response to what he desired, it was as if I were not Zaniyah, who used to live a life of luxury. Each time his thick cock penetrates me, I am reminded of his innocent face, which has been replaced by a frigid one.

Everyone around me appeared to be in a daze.

~Present time~

I left the room when I woke up. I slept poorly last night because of what transpired between me and Ambrose. I'm not sure whether his body is well because I noticed that the blood that seeped out last night was not a joke.

Nevertheless, when I descended, I found no one. I assumed he had departed or had gone to the hospital. When I realized I was the sole occupant of the home, I raised my eyes to Ambrose's bedroom.

Even though Ambrose didn't treat me well when we met, I'm still confident that he hasn't hurt me physically. He also returns each day, and each night, I awaken whenever the door opens but pretend to be asleep.

Until I discovered that he does it every day to check on me.

I went upstairs to enter Ambrose's room. I'm still undecided about entering; in the end, I did it.

When I rotated the doorknob and opened in, the gloomy chamber met me directly. I'm anticipating this, as he is not constantly here and primarily uses it to sleep.

I flipped the light switch on the side of the door and saw his immaculate room as it opened. As I started rolling my eyes, a photo in the side table caught my eye.

And when I stared at it, I thought it's just a dream.

I walked up to the picture frame I found and peered at it for a long time, hoping I was seeing something else.

However, I am not mistaken. I was going to grasp it in my hand when a palm quickly grabbed mine to restrain me.

"Who informed you that you were welcome here?" I heard a chilling voice behind me.

And, much to my amazement, I let go of it.

But my eyes widened more as it fell to the floor and shattered.