The Beast's Obsession

I watch as the door of this dark cage flow ajar. Before I delude myself that it's Joy who has slinked in to check on me, the familiar ominous compelling scent of the monster fills the room, conjuring the familiar adrenaline rush in me. Panic spews in me, and I curl myself up under the sheets, stymieing any contact with my face so as not to irritate the bruises.

These abrasions that the monster has inflicted on me, and he is getting a kick out of giving me all these tortures for the reasons that I don't know. How I got here a week ago without a single memory from my past still remains a puzzle that I have no way of cracking.

"Get up!" His icy tone echoes, adding more terror to the aura I am gasping, my heart pounding with fear induced by his composure.

Without wasting even a second of his time, I jerk myself up and sit at the corner of the bed. His demeaning demeanor and the terror he is percolating don't allow me to look up at him. I keep my head hunched down, like a scared slave before her ruthless master. My exact situation.

He flings a small satchel on the bed, and embarks on slow terrifying strides towards me. He towers before me in a minute, pulling my head up by the hair and urging me to look at him. I swallow hard, hoping that this doesn't get physical again. I am all bruised on the face. My skin will with no doubt peel off if he decides to hurt me again.

Tears start streaming down at the fear of him. I close my eyes.

"Please, don't!" I faintly plead.

"Really, now? And you have the balls to remain seated while I am standing before you?" He hoarses, making me spring to my feet in a split second.

"Sorry! I am sorry, master!" I apologize, hoping that it's not too late.

He lets go of my hair, and delineates my sore spots with his fingers, his touch leaving sparkles of fear and pain on my skin.

"You enjoy getting hurt, don't you? You still want to play tough?" He asks.

I flinch with pain, a groan of agony escaping my lips as he cages my cheeks between his strong hand, adding more pain to the unbearable one that I am concealing.

"No, master!" I whimper, peeling my eyes to meet his scary grey ones - these pools of his which serve as the portrayal of his animosity.

They speak nothing but evil!

"Get the satchel!" He orders, jerking his hand from me.

I breath out a sigh of relief, drying the tears from my eyes as I lunge for the small satchel from the bed where he threw it earlier.

"I am not going to ask you what you have decided, you cheap slave! But still, I will give you one last chance to choose how you want to live here. The outfit you choose will state what you have decided. You have at most a minute!" His voice is as flat as it can ever get, and cold as always.

I open the satchel, and pull the first piece of fabric that my hand lands on, still contemplating on what I want.

The choices are simple. I either be his special sex toy, or he feeds me off to his sex beasts in this brothel. I know what you think. That I am stupid to have harbored all this pain when I had a choice to avoid it all. By being his special sex toy, which means that I will be exclusively his. No fucking dog in the club will dare even think of touching me. But the resentment I feel for this evil monster has clogged my mind, dissuading me from even making a simple choice like this.

He is the root cause of all my miseries, though I can't prove it. He claims to have saved me from that accident, cloaking himself as my savior, but my heart tells me otherwise. Unfortunately, my mind chose to abandon me at the worst moment, hence I have no evidence against him, and I have to be stuck in this cursed hell for I don't know how long. He has made it clear that there is no way out of this place unless you are dead, and my friend, Joy, has affirmed that to me every chance she gets.

I sprawl the red bikini on the bed, tensing at what it signifies. If I choose this, I will be like the rest of the girls, entertaining and pleasuring the beasts to their contentment, and I will have this monster, AJay, their vicious heartless boss, off my back. He won't bother me again, just like he doesn't care about the rest of the girls. I can then work on recovering my memory in peace.

I pull the other attire, and sprawl it on the bed too. A blue gown, well designed for a queen. This will give me an emblem of his special girl, and I wouldn't have to reek of dirt of the sperms from uncountable men drilling me all of my stay here. But I will be leaking of this disgusting monster's pheromones and cums instead. I can't stand his presence, even his name alone. How can I bear his scent on me? And my morals? Well, toss that aside for now. It's not like I have control of their being intact anymore, but losing myself to this beast? It's absurdly disgusting and suffocating even by the mere thought of it.

My thinking is cut short by him grabbing my neck, and turning me around to face him as he fumes with anger.

"I don't have all day, you whore! And nobody, much less a pathetic cheap whore like you keeps me waiting. Speak! Me or my beasts?" He roars with so much fury and impatient, almost deafening me with his rich outbursts.

"I... I..." I can't speak.

He is strangling me, choking my lungs out as I struggle for air.

He mercilessly throws me on the bed after noticing my struggles to breathe, and I gasp for air and battle to steady my breathing, my hands nuzzling my neck, soothing the pain of his grip.

"I am fucking done with you, Ella! Let's see how long you'll will last in those dom rooms. You have exhausted all your chances, so don't come crying to me after!" He warns, and starts strolling out, his long heavy strides echoing with such fear that jerks me up from this bed.

"Wait, Ajay!" I howl his name, running before him.

Sometimes, being bold isn't just about standing your ground, but choosing what's best at the moment, especially when you don't have a choice. And this me - desperate, and without a choice. I need to survive in this evil place.

"I choose you!" I respond, without blinking, and without a second thought, but his next words wreck my hopes into the tiniest pieces.

"You wasted all your chances. You chose what's to come for yourself!"

What? No. No. No.

He attempts to walk away, but I fall to his feet, hugging his knees tight as tears sprinkle.

"Please! Please! I will do anything you want just, please, don't throw me to those beasts!" I cry, sitting on my legs and peeking up at his blurry tall frame through the sheer of tears in my eyes.

I thought he would nudge me aside and stomp out, but contrary, he leans his tall figure down, and grips me with one hand by the color, pulling me to my feet.

"Good! Now I hope you know the weight of your words!" He states.

I nod my head fast, avoiding blowing this last chance.

"I want to see you sprawled on the bed in the next two seconds - Naked!"

I almost leap at his words, but I realize I have no time to waste, and that I have no choice. I have to bear this disgrace and torture to avoid more torture and humiliation. I have to sacrifice my dignity to this monster that I loathe with every inch of me.

I stand before the mirror after dressing up, the blue gown making a good mockery of my situation. I feel so dirty even in this elegant attire. It's been hours since that monster vented all his sexual anger on me. I feel so disgusting. I feel so dirty. If only the long hour I have spent in the shower was enough to scour his scent off me, if only I can stop feeling nauseous remembering his kisses, just, if only. But even after the long shower, I feel as disgusting as I was when he left me dripping with cums hours ago. His touches are still irritating skin.

The make up artist that he sent to me to hide the imprints of his animosity on my face did a commendable, but the emotional pain is so dominant. It can't be masked. Nothing can heal or conceal this emotional torture.

The sound of the door opening startles me. I dry my tears not minding the mascara and other make ups. I turn around, and gladly this time, it's not my nightmare, but the only friend I have had so far for that this one week that I have been in this hell.

"Joy!" I greet her as she walks towards me after closing the door.

She doesn't answer, but keeps coming to me. I know. She is confused at my outfit and these itching makeups. "It's been years since I saw a lady dressed up so elegantly. You look like a queen." She says, her eyes scanning me from the toes up, and stopping at my face. Then she adds. "But a dump sell queen in a cage hoping for a savior."

She read that pretty well. I hope I can find a savior because I don't know how long I can bear this.

"Hey, Ella! Bestie, so you finally agreed?" She asks, concern smeared all over her face.

My tears do the talking. I can't control them no matter my efforts. Joy holds my hand, and pulls me to bed. "Shit! Ooh, no!"

I turn my face to see what she is exclaiming to.

The condition of the bed speaks of the unforgivable sin that just took place here. I don't know why she hadn't sniffed the horrible scent of his cum since the moment she walked in, but her eyes caught the sight of the stains on the sheets. Her shock is beyond ingenuity, but nothing correlated to the pain I am feeling. I would have beared the physical torture, but my dignity? My purity? I will forever curse and despise this monster.

"Don't tell me...he, already did it?" Joy asks, perching herself beside me as she caresses my back in a soothing motion.

"That dog finally got what he yearned for! It's...so...disgusting, Joy!" I retort with laboured words, tears flowing in fast streams.

"I'm so sorry, Ella! Take it easy, okay?" Joy consoles.

Easy? I should take it easy? I just lost my pride to that beast! I feel so empty, and dirty, and worthless! And I should take it easy? Then again, this is nothing compared to what Joy and the rest have gone through in years serving as Ajay's money-making-machines. I can't even begin to comprehend what they have abode to this far. I don't even know what keeps them going all these years. I am lucky that Ajay made this offer to me. But why? Why me?

"You know, Ella! There is a brighter side to this." Joy says, snapping me from the wonderland of the lost.

"What?" I ask, fixing my eyes on her.

"I have been in this place for almost ten years now, and I have never seen the Don so invested in a girl like this. He offered you immunity, something he never offered even to the random girls he picks for himself every now and then. But you? He got you a decent attire and even had you all dolled up!"

And that's why I am getting so confused with this - his offer, and his hardosity to me. He asserted that he didn't know me before that day he rescued me from only him knows who, then why all this?

"Why do you think he is doing it?" I ask.

"I don't know, Ella, but whatever it is, use it to your advantage for as long as it lasts. It's flaming hell in those dom rooms. Sometimes you only know you outlived the torture when you open your eyes after a couple of hours, and you wish you instead died. Because it's something you will be bound to until you breathe your last. I would personally grab such an offer before the snap of a finger if I get one." She explains, tears cropping up in her eyes, depicting just how much pain she is concealing.

I grab her hand, and give it a gentle squeeze. She urges a weak smile, sucking back the tears. If she can afford to smile and stay strong after years of this immeasurable pain, I should probably stop being a crying baby. I dry my tears.

"Someday, the sun will shine bright on us, and we will leave this..."

She cuts me off! "Don't even think about it, Ella! Nobody has ever succeeded escaping from Ajay! Everyone who truempted to is six feet underground, and the only one he spared, is crippled somewhere here in a dungeon!"

God of mercy! His level of animosity keeps climbing up the ladder the more I get to know him. A dungeon?

"Who is that that he let live after attempting to escape?" I curiously ask.

"Some girl we thought was his wife. She seems to have something on Ajay. A secret, perhaps, but no one knows for sure why he spared her when he brutally butchered everyone else she was with her that day." Joy explains, adding more to my bafflement.

Now, even I am lost here. This monster does not have it in him to forgive. I can attest to that in the least of time that I have known him. So, this mysterious woman that he spared, what is the deal with her?

If my memory serves me right, if I know this monster as much as I believe I do, there is something deep as to why he spared this one soul.

"What are you thinking?" Joy startles me.

My mind is still deep in thoughts as I speek, looking into space, "If Ajay is as dangerous as you label him, or as I believe he is, then that woman ought to have something big on him. She can't be alive for no reason," I state.

"Yeah! We believe so. It must be something..."

"That can destroy him, perhaps?" I finish the statement for her, earning a confused look and a raised eyebrow from her as our eyes lock.

She shakes her head in fear and worry. "Yes, and if you want to live, if you want your people to find you alive if ever they get lucky to locate you, you better not play with fire, Ella! Ajay, is a vicious devil, and a proud one who wouldn't think twice about killing anyone. And before he kills you, he makes you taste hell. Don't cross him!" She warns.

As if I don't know that. Come on. I have seen him. I am testatemt of how cruel he can get. I mean, I have all the marks of his viciousness even though I don't know what I am paying for. "You don't have to worry about me, Joy! I think Ajay..."

"He doesn't have a heart, Ella! I can't depict what he feels for you or why he is treating you so differently, but don't ever even think that he loves you. He is a monster. He doesn't care about anyone. The word love doesn't exist in his vocabulary, just like forgiveness." Joy affirms, springing up from the bed, and I do the same.

"I know, Joy! Do you honestly think I would easily be fooled by his stupid gestures? And love? I wouldn't even want to visualize a fucking monstrous devil like Ajay falling for me even if he had a heart of gold!" I respond.

"Then please listen to me, Ella! Do as he asks you to. Accept this. You'll be saver that way otherwise you'll be dead the second you start planning on doing anything stupid!"

Huh? I thought she would at least ask if I have a plan to escape this horrible place? I understand her though. She knows this monster and the rules of this place more than I do. It's best if I don't involve her in anything that I come up with.

What if this monster has a weak point? That girl- that woman he is hiding might be a bomb that will blow him up into pieces. Who is she? What's her connection with him?

"Building castles in the air? Stop being hopeful and just flow with this tide, Ella! That's what has kept me and the rest alive to this day. There is no hope of getting out of this place, unless of course you are dead! I'll go now before they notice I'm missing." She pats my shoulder, and strolls out, leaving me pondering on all these sentiments.

On one hand is the desire to escape this place, and on the other hand is her warnings about the heartless Ajay! The fear of dying attempting to free myself from this monster is as compelling as the desire to flee from his clutches. What will...

"I see the queen is all ready!"

I spun to the direction of the door to that sarcastic tone, and my mouth hangs agape at the beauty standing behind the closed door. Well, this one looks like a model goddess straight from the sky.

"Sorry, you are?" I ask.

"Terris! The Don's favourite! So don't get too comfortable thinking that this fling he has on you will last for long!"

Well, she is a pathetic bitch! Ajay's favourite? She can be his one and only for all that I care! IMAO!

"I see that he has already broken you?" She adds after eyeing my bed for so long.

This is a topic I will evade all my live, because he wasn't deserving of my purity. I didn't deserve to loose my pride to a monster like him, and definitely not in the way I did. That's a memory that will haunt me forever.

"If you haven't realized, this is my room! You must have missed your way to yours!" I state.

"Ooh, no! I was sent here by the Don to get you. I don't know what you did to get him to fuck you this soon, but I warn you..."

"Keep your empty warnings to your cheap pathetic self! I don't care what kind of a desperate fool you are to claim something that's not yours, but I don't care. But yes, Ajay wants me to be his special girl, and there is no freaking way I am letting such an offer down. I will relish this for as far as it will go and you, will have to step aside, Terris!"

"You are so full of yourself! How dare you even address the master by his name? Clearly, you either don't know him, or you are stupid to consider yourself special. Tell you what, bitch, everyone here, including his partners, address him as the Don or master, and you are no exception!" She fumes, and I smirk at her oblivion.

"And tell you what, b.i.t.c.h! I apparently am so special. So special to him that he himself asked me to be addressing him by his name. How is that?" I mock her, and she seems to have heard the most impossible thing in her entire life, like it's the shocking wonder of the world.

"You are making that up. That's impossible!" She states, shaking her head to affirm her statement.

"Then why don't you go and confirm from him? Come on! I dare you to take your requiems to Ajay if you think you have any rights, Terris!" I challenge, and she cowers with fear!

So she knows she has no fresking rights? Then why try to scare me? Bitch!

"If you have now come to your senses, show me the way to where Ajay is. You should know he is a very impatient man!" I say, and lead the way out.