The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 16

I quickly crawled to the corner of my bed when he suddenly entered the door. His eyes now are no longer the same as last night. It was gentle again, back to normal, and remorse was obvious. I averted my eyes from him because I didn’t want to see him. To this day, my back and buttocks still hurt.

“Come here.”

His voice was weak, but I squeezed my body tighter at the corner of the bed as I hugged my knees. I was scared of him. How did he do that to me? Tears began to fall in my eyes again. I thought I had found a partner. It seemed like I had lost even more of the chance to break free from this hellish life.

“Don’t make me angry.” His voice was muffled again, so my eyes widened as I crawled towards him. He was standing on the side of the bed. He yanked my hair and then kissed me hard. I was surprised when he suddenly bit my lip. Tears came out of the corners of my eyes as I felt my lip crack.

He placed the medkit on the side table and then let go of my hair and lips. I couldn’t look at him because that wasn’t the Andrius I knew. I want to hug myself with pity because even though he has done that to me, my heart is still beating for him. I want to bang myself on the wall. He took off my clothes, then put alcohol in the cotton, then laid me on the bed. I do not speak.

I don’t want to talk because I might just say something he doesn’t want. I’m afraid of what he can do to me. I bit my tongue as he pressed the cotton on the part where he hit the belt last night. I can still feel how he whacked me with that without hesitation. I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wants.

When he finished. I was about to get up to go straight to the bathroom, but before I could get up, he put a chain on my foot. I was afraid to look at him. What’s this for? He was still busy fixing the chain and not looking at me. Why is he doing this to me?

“W-what is this?” I can’t straighten out my word. He came over to me and sat down next to me, but I moved rapidly so he wouldn’t touch me. He pulled my arm hard and put my face in the middle of his pants.

“Suck me.”

My hand trembled as I lowered his zipper and touched the ‘thing’ that was not yet standing. I was just about to touch it when he suddenly slapped it on my face.

I hate myself.

I hate myself because despite what he did, I’m still captivated by his body. My heart and body are still a slave to him. In just one word, he made my body willing to do what he wanted.

He chokes me.

He strangled me.