Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Promise me you won’t come,” he whispered against my lips. “No coming, baby, no coming tonight.”
“None,” I whispered, overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings for this man. This jackass, this kidnapper. This man who hurt, tortured, whipped, and teased me into submission. It dawned on me that I was probably in love with him, with this specific kind of loving hatred he exhibited towards me. I was obsessed with his sick fucking games, addicted to his pain, smitten with him, everything that made him Ellis. “I won’t come, I won’t come once, I promise.”
“But I will,” he said needily. “I will, Harlow, right? You’ll make me… You’ll drink from my cock like it’s a faucet, baby…”
I blushed at his words but kept nodding because it was the only thing I knew how to do anymore. He positioned me on my knees and got up himself, taking out his hard cock and pushing it into my throat without waiting for my mouth to adjust to his girth and length. He started to fuck me mercilessly, and I took it. Not just because I had to, but because he’d taught me to do this.
Playing with other women for his pleasure, being tortured by men while he watched. It was all done so I’d be trained properly, trained into a perfect little whore just for him, built to his liking, pieced together for his cum. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would take it willingly. I would suffer through it all for him.
What Ellis didn’t know though, was that I fucking loathed him.
I’d submitted my body to him. I’d let him have every last orifice, save for my pussy, and I was planning on escaping before he took my last shred of innocence away from me. I was going to hunt him down once I got the fuck out of there. I was going to make sure he was punished for every single crime he’d committed, not just with me, but with every innocent, brainwashed girl under his care.
“Please,” I whispered. “Let me have it, let me drink your cum, let me be yours, let me be your slut.”
“One last time,” he whispered. “One last time before tonight, baby. Open fucking wide.”
14
Harlow
It was supposed to happen the next day.
Ellis had told me Pia would be paying me a visit, and I couldn’t sleep all night, wondering what the next day might entail. The mute maid arrived first, and she left a trolley as usual. I got out of bed, stretching lazily and glancing at myself in the mirror.
I was wearing a silk teddy with white lace adorning the edges, and my hair looked all messed up but still pretty, thanks to those highlights.
Sitting down on the chair, I pulled the trolley closer and was disappointed to only find bland oatmeal and water on the plate. I’d realized by then that before things happened, I was usually served a small meal, meant to prepare me for the events of the day. I assumed Pia wanted me to look my best for my big performance.
After I ate, I spent a couple of hours reading a romance novel from the bookshelf in my room, and I did my stretches like I had started doing. I knew I had to keep my hopes high and my body ready. The second I got out of the mansion, I would return to my dancing life, and I would need to be prepared. I was already going to suffer because I hadn’t been training properly for months. But I would do my best to keep my body in shape.
While I stretched, I glanced at the camera above me. It was always blinking red, and for the umpteenth time, I wondered who was looking at the feed. It must have been Ellis or one of the other guards who had played with me. Maybe even a woman… Pia could have been watching. She seemed obsessed with anything I did and had scolded me on numerous occasions for eating too much or drinking too little. She seemed almost more paranoid about my weight than I was, and I often wondered why she was fixating on me so much with so many other girls in the house.
I decided to stroll around the house for a while. I hadn’t exactly made any friends there because I didn’t want to feel guilty when I finally got my chance to escape. I needed to look after myself. My goal was to escape, not to make friends. The only girl I saw every day without fail was the skinny dark-haired one who always sat in the bay window. She was there no matter what time of the day I came. Sometimes I decided to see if she was sitting there very early, and she always was. Part of me wondered whether she ever moved. I hadn’t seen her in motion yet.