My Delegate - the Awakening of Submission

Elena Meneguci was an independent, energetic and determined woman. Behind her cheerful face, Elena was hidden a past that she would have preferred a thousand times that hadn't happened. She had become a mother at 17 and was thrown out of her house by the woman who gave her life. Elena was abandoned because her mother would never allow her daughter not to obey the teachings in which she was raised.

Alone and carrying a baby in her belly, Elena received support from a friend who lived in Rledo. Years after giving birth, she graduated in law, determined to do justice. At her age of 23, she radiated beauty and admiration wherever she went, but no man had ever been able to touch her after the nightmare she had experienced. Elena needed a job to help with household and her child expenses, until she finally got one. Since then, her life changed dramatically.

Thomas Martinez was the best and most feared federal delegate in the country. Known to act with no mercy or pity, he was the dread of criminals, and also of the corrupt. Thomas was raised in a very sexist family, and because of that, his father taught him the reins of BDSM since his early years. In this way, he loved to dominate the women he took to bed and loved to see them beg for more. He was a Greek god, the personification of sin in human form.

They were two extremely different people. One was satisfied with pain, while the other was imprinted by it.

Elena's POV: The city was empty. My mom must be waiting for me at home, as usual. I looked at the clock, and it was exactly 23:00. At that moment, I was on my way back from my course, two blocks from home. As my hands were cold, I pulled my coat, covering my hands. Like always, I was afraid of walking alone at that hour of the night. Being a woman was hard. I knew this well because my young mother always told me that it would not be easy and that I would hear cheap teasing and receive disgusting looks.

Yeah, being a woman wasn't really easy! Being a woman was living in constant fear whenever you passed a group of guys, or when you were alone and praying that nothing bad would happen to you.

I was only 16 years old, but I wasn't a silly girl. Unfortunately, I had already gone through all these situations.

"Hey, kitten, want a ride?" Suddenly, I recognized the voice coming from behind. It was my boyfriend.

"Hugo?! Why are you here? Oh my God! You scared the shit out of me! For a second, I thought..."

"You know I would never do anything to hurt you, don't you?"

I got into his car.

Soon after, I gave him a kiss. I smelled beer in his mouth. Hugo was driving under the influence of alcohol.

"Open the door! I'm coming down! You smell like booze. I'd rather walk than have an accident."

I thought everything was strange. Hugo had never drunk before. We had been dating for two weeks, but we had known each other since elementary school. Hugo was always so kind and took care of me. I couldn't stand for him to hit the bottle. Anyway, I loved him. Hugo respected me deeply, and he never tried anything with me because he knew how strict my mother was. He also knew that I would never agree to give myself up so young.

He simply laughed.

"You're not going down, you bitch! I will get what is mine for better or for worse."

At that moment, I got perplexed. What a monster! I couldn't believe what I heard.

Several times, I tried to open the door, but it was all in vain. I couldn't breathe, and I was out of balance. Besides, he was making me very scared.

I knew he would touch me and say horrible things.

I was shaking and scared to death.

"That's not funny! Let me get out of here!" I said, crying.

He laughed again, and I could hear his shorts opening.

'No! I can't let this happen. I must do something!'

"Hugo, seriously, I'll have sex with you. But not today, not here. Please, just let me go!" I lied. I never wanted to look that idiot in the face again.

"Shh! Quiet! You're talking too much. I want you to be quiet, and you can cry a lot." He taped my mouth. At that moment, my heart raced. I opened my eyes in fear, and he was there enjoying himself. He seemed to be enjoying that situation, and to my misfortune, he really was!

Immediately, fear ran through my body. I was all goose bumps. At that moment, I would have my purity stolen. Instantly, tears fell without stopping, and I couldn't control them.

After a few seconds, I was naked. Then, the monster started rubbing against me. Soon after, he tied my hands so that I could no longer struggle and my feet were immobile.

I just wanted to die. At that point, my life was over!

I started to cry when I felt his fingers in my intimacy.

"You're so hot! Look how hard I am! You will spend all night with me! I'll just release you the other day."

Hugo was a real monster, and I never suspected. He abused me all night and forced me to moan, using a knife. I had to do horrible things and say horrible and humiliating things too.

And in the end, he released me at dawn the next day.

"If you tell anyone what happened here, I will kill you. And not only you, but your mother too. I'll do the same to her and to your sister, that hot little one. You know, my dad is a cop. He would never let me go to jail. So think about it, you little bitch." I didn't even have the strength to answer because I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

And that was how my life was destroyed and all my dreams were stolen. I really wanted to kill myself, and maybe I would.

Six years later

In Rledo

While sitting on the bed, I watched my daughter sleep. Alice was my guardian angel. She was my strength to stay alive and never give up on living. Yes, Alice was a result of the abuse I had suffered six years ago. I chose to give birth to her, and she was the one who prevented me from killing myself. I remember like it was yesterday that I had just thrown up in the school bathroom and Ingrid had gone to buy a pregnancy test for me. After discovering my pregnancy, I cried so much that day and slept right there on the bathroom floor. As soon as my mother heard what had happened, she kicked me out of the house. She refused to listen to me and said that since I had chosen to spread my legs like a tramp, I should turn around and never come back. She wasn't a mother! A real mother does not humiliate or give up on her child. A mother is the one who loves her child. She is the one who, if necessary, will give her life for her child. If necessary, I would give my life for my daughter.

I ran my hand through her light hair, and she stirred in the bed. A child is one of a woman's best gifts, but it is also a lifelong responsibility. It's as tiring as rewarding! At that moment, our pantry was practically empty. What we had was water, rice, stale bread and eggs. With great difficulty I found some lost coins and managed to buy 2 liters of milk for Alice. We had been going through great hardships. I had been sending resumes since I graduated. I chose the legal career, but I didn't intend to be a lawyer. My dream was to be a prosecutor to put monsters like Hugo behind bars. My dream was to do justice! And if God willed, I would pass the public contest.

However, while that wasn't happening, I urgently needed a job. In fact, that would be my first job, and it was getting more and more difficult to get one because every place required experience and, unfortunately, I had none.

"Wake up, my love!" I kissed her all over her little body.

"Mom, let me stay a little longer. It's just that I'm dreaming."

"It's almost lunchtime, dear!"

Then, I got up and drew the curtains open.

"But, Mommy, there's Barbie, and there's Masha and the Bear..."

I just laughed. Alice had the amazing ability to talk even in her sleep. It was so cute! Sometimes it was fun, but sometimes it wasn't.

"And what are they doing, sweetie?"

"Well, they're playing with me, and the house is..." Then she goes back to sleep, as if nothing had happened.

"Let the little girl sleep, poor thing," Ingrid said from the hallway.

Ingrid was the one who rescued me when I got kicked out of my parent's house. She was an angel! Before my tragedy, I used to live in Phury. I grew up there, and I loved that city. Ingrid lived there too, but when she heard what happened to me, she did her best to help me. So, she took all her savings and bought an apartment for both of us. She was like a big sister to me, and to my daughter, she was like a second mother.

Ingrid was the only one who cared about me during my pregnancy and the only one who helped me. On the other hand, my biological mother didn't even try to find out if I was alive. When Alice was born, it was Ingrid who reached out to me once more, and since then, we had promised never to abandon each other.

"Caring aunt! You do everything to spoil my baby!" I said, following her into the kitchen.

"Hey! What's with the red eyes?" She widened her eyes, puzzled. "Elena, didn't you sleep all night?" She noticed the laptop was turned on.

I simply sighed.

"How could I sleep with the pantry like this? How could I sleep if my daughter's milk is about to run out?" I said, and tears started to form in my eyes.

I looked up so they wouldn't fall. I was tired of crying all night long.

She hugged me. "Sit here. Listen, we'll find a way, as we always did, okay? I'll see if I can get a voucher from the office."

"Ingrid, you must be tired of carrying everything by yourself! Since I left the internship, I can't find any job! I don't have any hope. I don't have the strength anymore to hear Alice ask for things, and I can't afford them."

Then she took my hand and wiped my tears.

"Stop it immediately! You're going to sit there and keep sending resumes. Where's the prosecutor I've always known?" She laughed. And it also made me laugh.

I took a deep breath.

"You're absolutely right!"

"Mommy, why are you crying? Don't cry, Mommy," Alice said while giving me a tight hug.

"Elena, I heard in the office that Mr. Thomas Martinez has opened the selection for a personal assistant position," Ingrid said enthusiastically. "Why didn't I think of that before?! Actually I did, but I forgot to tell you. You have a degree. Well, I can see you already employed!"

"But I have no experience! Not to mention that Mr. Martinez is the best in the country! Just thinking about working for him gives me the creeps."

"I'm going to tell everyone in kindergarten that my mommy works for a delegate!" Alice gave a silly laugh.

'What? She must be kidding!'

"Your mom's going to date the delegate too!"

"Ingrid! For God's sake!" I rebuked her. "I'm never lucky, but I'll try this time!"

"Go ahead! Let's see what it says on this hottie's website."

"What is hottie, Aunt Ingrid?"

I immediately looked at Ingrid. This girl was definitely hopeless!

"Hottie is an ice cream, cute little thing!"

"I want this ice cream, Auntie!"

So, I opened the site. It said, "Thomas Martinez, federal police officer, recognized by the Union and the Ministry of Defense as the best in the country. He works in the investigation of federal and political crimes, crimes with international or interstate repercussions. Thomas has a postgraduate degree in criminal law, criminal procedure and a master's degree in law. He is the author of record books in bookstores."

"Wow! This man is a spectacle!" Ingrid laughed.

"You silly! He's very smart! I wish I had a resume like that!"

"One day, my friend! I have faith."

"Let's go! God hears you!"

Soon after, I clicked on the admissions process tab and I saw the job description for personal assistant.

"Position: Personal Assistant.

Requirements: over 18 years old, have intermediate level English, have high school education or bachelor's degree (if only high school education, must have a personal assistant course), notions of law, have availability to work from home and travel."

"Friend, you got it all! Don't you want to practice law? It's going to be great for you! You'll win a lot of money, and you'll be able to study for the contest."

"God! I've never asked you for anything, please! Help me in this! At least once in my life!" I prayed and clicked on "send resume."

"Mom is going to work and give me the moon!"

"If your mom gets this job, she'll give you as many moons as you want, baby girl!" Ingrid said.

So, I prayed once more. Even though the chances were slim and dozens of people had applied, I was making plans. This job would be a dream.