MTLNOVEL Chapter 9: Forced .
ARAYAS POV
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I grabbed the knife in a blur of motion, desperation fueling my attempt to end this nightmare. The blade trembled in my hand as I lunged, aiming straight for him. But his reflexes were unnaturally fast. His hand shot out, seizing my wrist with a brutal grip that made me cry out.
"Not so fast, baby," he sneered, his voice as cold as steel. A cruel smirk played across his lips as he yanked me closer. His fingers tightened around my forearm, the pressure cutting off the circulation, while his other hand curled into a fist, poised to strike if I dared resist.
The knife slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor with a hollow sound that echoed in the tense silence. I whimpered, the small noise betraying the fear I couldn't hide.
"You've broken yet another rule, sex doll," he said, his tone mockingly conversational, as though he were commenting on the weather. "What do you think your punishment should be?"
His free hand reached up, brushing against my cheek in a mockery of tenderness. The touch was light, almost delicate, but it carried a weight that suffocated me. Before I could react, he shoved me back against the table, his body caging mine, his strength overwhelming.
"Ple... plea... please... stay... away... from... me," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a broken plea.
I tried to push him away, my hands pressing feebly against his chest. But it was like trying to move a mountain. He was colossal, his broad shoulders and chiseled frame making me feel like a mere shadow in his presence.
His dark eyes burned into mine, and then his gaze shifted downward, settling on my lips. My heart sank, dread curling in my stomach like a coiled serpent. I clenched my teeth tightly, a last-ditch effort to protect myself. But he wasn't deterred.
With terrifying precision, he bit me, the sharp pain forcing a gasp from my lips. And in that moment of weakness, he claimed my mouth. The kiss was brutal and punishing, a raw display of dominance that left no room for consent or escape.
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**Dragons' POV**
I devoured her lips, savoring the taste of her defiance. Every muffled whimper, every futile struggle against me only deepened my hunger. She would learn-learn that resistance was futile, that her body was no longer her own. It was mine to use, to break, to ruin.
My hands roamed, sliding down to her chest. I cupped her breast with a possessive grip, pinching sharply, reveling in the way she flinched. "No one says no to Dragons," I growled, my voice low and laced with menace. "I am the only mafia boss, and you will bow to me. You're mine now, sex doll. Mine to destroy."
"Please... let... me... go..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible, each word drenched in desperation.
For a moment, I loosened my grip, watching her as she struggled to catch her breath. But the second I stepped back, she ran.
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**Araya's POV**
I bolted from the room, my breath ragged, my legs shaky but propelled by sheer panic. I didn't know where I was going-only that I had to get away. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor, the sound of his deliberate footsteps behind me growing louder with every passing second.
I risked a glance over my shoulder and immediately regretted it. He was following me, his strides calm and purposeful, a predator toying with his prey. A sadistic smile stretched across his face, a cruel promise of what was to come.
"No... no... no..." I whispered, my voice a fractured plea to a god I wasn't sure could hear me anymore. My legs burned, my muscles screaming in protest, but I pushed on. I couldn't let him catch me.
But my body betrayed me. The pain from his earlier blows coursed through me, slowing me down until my legs gave out. I collapsed to the floor, tears blurring my vision as I tried to crawl away.
"I can't... I can't let him have me," I sobbed, dragging myself forward. "Please, stay away from me!"
His shadow loomed over me, dark and menacing, swallowing the dim light around us.
"Where are you going, little one?" he taunted, his voice a mockery of affection. "You can't run from me. You're mine."
I shook my head, trembling as I backed away. "You don't understand," I whispered. "I've never... I'm a virgin..."
The confession fell from my lips in a desperate attempt to stop him, to make him see reason. But instead, his smile widened, dark amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Even better," he murmured, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "I'll be your first-and your last."
I screamed as he bent down, his hands closing around me like iron shackles. He lifted me effortlessly, ignoring my struggles as he carried me back toward the room.
"No! Please!" I sobbed, pounding my fists against his chest. "Don't do this! I'm begging you!"
He didn't respond. His silence was more terrifying than any words could have been.
He threw me onto the massive king-sized bed, the plush surface doing nothing to cushion the blow to my spirit. I scrambled backward, my back hitting the headboard as I curled into myself, trying to disappear.
"I'm sorry!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "If I've done something to upset you, I'll fix it! Just please, don't punish me like this!"
His face darkened, and he took a menacing step forward. "No one calls me by my name," he growled, his voice thunderous. "And no one tells me what to do."
I barely had time to register the words before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow leaving my ears ringing.
"You will warm this bed," he hissed, his tone laced with venom. "You will satisfy every depraved craving I have because you are mine to destroy. Do you hear me? You belong to me, and no one stops me. No one!"
I sobbed uncontrollably, shrinking against the headboard as he loomed over me. His shadow seemed to swallow the entire room, his presence suffocating.
"Now, come here," he commanded, his voice cold and final.
And I knew then-there was no escape from this darkness.
caught in a storm.
His gaze shifted, dark and intent, locking onto my lips. A chill of dread coursed through me as I realized what he intended. My teeth clenched tightly, a last-ditch effort to deny him what he wanted. But he was relentless.
Without warning, he leaned down and bit me, the sharp pain startling me into gasping. That was all he needed. His lips descended on mine with a bruising force, claiming them in a kiss that left no room for resistance
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**Araya's POV**
The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. My body ached, trembling as I lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The ornate chandelier above me cast distorted shadows that danced like ghosts on the walls, and I wondered if I was one of them now-hollow, broken, no longer a person but a specter of who I once was.
I didn't cry. The tears had dried up hours ago, leaving my eyes raw and swollen. My mind was blank, a void where thoughts and emotions once thrived. I couldn't process what had just happened, couldn't fathom the darkness that had consumed my life so completely. All I could do was lie there, numb, as the weight of it all crushed me.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard him. Dragons. The creak of the leather chair in the corner of the room, the faint clink of a glass as he poured himself a drink. He was watching me, I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes into my skin. He wasn't done. I knew that much. This was only the beginning.
"Are you still alive, little bird?" His voice cut through the silence, cold and mocking, laced with amusement. He was enjoying this-enjoying my pain, my humiliation, my complete and utter defeat.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat felt like sandpaper, and the mere thought of speaking felt insurmountable. Instead, I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him through my peripheral vision. He sat there, sprawled in his chair like a king on his throne, his dark eyes glittering with satisfaction.
"You're quiet now," he remarked, taking a slow sip of his drink. "No more begging? No more tears? I almost miss it."
I turned my gaze back to the ceiling, wishing it would cave in and swallow me whole. I wanted to disappear, to cease existing, to escape this nightmare that had become my reality. But there was no escape. Not from him.
"I told you," he continued, his tone almost conversational. "You're mine now. Fighting me is useless. Running is pointless. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for you."
His words felt like shards of glass, slicing through the fragile remnants of my sanity. I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut as if that would block out his voice, his presence, his power. But it didn't. Nothing could.
"I'll give you some time," he said, rising from his chair. I heard the heavy thud of his boots as he crossed the room, coming to a stop beside the bed. His shadow loomed over me, suffocating and inescapable. "Time to reflect. To understand your place."
I flinched as his hand brushed my cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "You'll learn to obey, Araya. You'll learn to please me. And when you do..." He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "...you'll thank me."
With that, he straightened and turned away, leaving the room without another word. The door closed behind him with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. I was alone. Finally, *alone.*
But even in his absence, his presence lingered, like a shadow that refused to fade. I could still feel his hands on me, his breath against my skin, his voice echoing in my ears. I clutched the bedsheet tightly, my nails digging into the fabric as I tried to ground myself, to convince myself that I was still here, still alive.
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**Dragons' POV**
As I left the room, I couldn't help but glance back, catching one last glimpse of her crumpled form on the bed. She was broken now, but not completely. There was still a spark in her-a tiny ember of defiance that I hadn't extinguished yet. But I would. In time, I would snuff out every trace of resistance, every shred of hope, until she was mine in every way that mattered.
I made my way to my study, pouring myself another drink as I sat down behind the massive oak desk. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames in the fireplace. I stared into the fire, watching the flames dance and twist, their chaotic beauty mirroring the storm that raged within me.
Why did she captivate me so much? Why couldn't I simply take what I wanted and discard her like all the others? She was different, and that difference both intrigued and infuriated me. She made me feel things I didn't want to feel-things I had buried long ago. And I hated her for it.
But I also needed her. She was mine to control, mine to shape, mine to destroy. And I would. I would mold her into exactly what I wanted, and when I was finished, there would be nothing left of the girl she once was. Only the woman I created.
I smirked, raising my glass in a silent toast to my own darkness. "To control," I murmured, taking a long sip. "And to the game."
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The next morning
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I sat on the cold, tiled floor, curling my legs tightly against my chest. My head rested on my knees as I stared vacantly at the room, my heart sinking deeper into despair. A choking sense of helplessness consumed me, an agonizing reminder of my incapacity to escape this gilded prison.
The room was immaculate, its temperature perfectly regulated, a stark contrast to the turmoil within me. Everything-from the sprawling bed draped in silken sheets to the ornate wardrobe carved from dark wood-spoke of opulence. But what value did beauty hold in the absence of freedom?
A sudden knock disrupted my thoughts, followed by the sound of a woman's voice, muffled but distinct.
"Miss, are you in there?" she called out, her voice tentative yet persistent.
I didn't respond.
The door creaked open, and I heard her steps approaching cautiously. "Miss..." she said again, this time standing over me.
Her presence cast a shadow across my trembling form. She hesitated briefly before continuing, "Boss wants you to come down for dinner."
The mention of him-'Boss'-sent a shiver coursing down my spine. The word carried a weight of dread, an unspoken threat that clung to my very existence. I avoided her gaze, clutching my knees tighter as if I could disappear into myself.
"He doesn't like waiting, miss," she pressed, her tone tinged with both concern and warning. "I reckon you should stop being so stubborn and comply. It's easier that way."
Her words stung. Comply? The very notion was both infuriating and heartbreaking. I bit back tears and, after a long pause, finally whispered, "I'm not hungry. Tell him I don't feel like eating."
The woman studied me for a moment, her eyes flickering with something between pity and resignation. "It's best to obey, miss. Boss doesn't take kindly to defiance." With that, she sighed softly, turned on her heel, and left without another word.
Her footsteps faded, but her ominous advice lingered, hanging heavy in the air. I sat motionless, my body rigid with fear. The silence was soon shattered by a deafening roar from downstairs.
"Is she stupid enough to decline my offer?"
The voice was his-cold, wrathful, and devoid of mercy. It was followed by the thunderous sound of boots pounding against the staircase, each step louder and more threatening than the last.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as panic clawed at my chest. My breathing quickened, each inhale ragged and shallow. I stared at the door, the thin barrier between me and the tempest drawing near. My heart pounded wildly, and every instinct screamed at me to flee.
But where could I go?
Desperation drove me toward the bathroom. Maybe, just maybe, I could lock myself inside and buy some time. But before I could reach it, the door burst open with a force that sent it flying off its hinges.
The crash was deafening, and I barely managed to leap aside as the splintered wood hurtled past me. My heart leaped to my throat as I turned to face him.
He stood in the doorway, his towering frame radiating menace. His icy blue eyes were darkened with fury, their usual glint of malice now a full-blown storm. His fists were clenched tightly, the veins in his arms bulging as if barely containing his wrath.
"How dare you," he thundered, his voice reverberating through the room like a death knell.
I shrank back, my legs trembling as I retreated a step. His presence was suffocating, an oppressive weight that made the air thick and hard to breathe. His aura was a violent storm, a vortex of power and control.
"Have you forgotten your place, whore?" he spat, each word laced with venom.
Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us in long, predatory strides. His hand shot out, grabbing me roughly and pulling me against his chest. His grip was bruising, unyielding, a cruel reminder of his physical dominance.
"I... please... don't..." I stammered, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my face.
His lips twisted into a cold smile, devoid of warmth or humanity. "You didn't want to come to me, so I came to you," he sneered. "Shouldn't you be grateful, sex doll?"
I shook my head, unable to find the words to express my horror. My back collided with the bedframe as he shoved me backward with a force that stole the breath from my lungs.
"You'll satisfy my cravings tonight," he continued, his tone soft but chilling. He reached behind him, pulling a whip into view-a twisted instrument of torment with shards of glass embedded in its leather.
My blood turned to ice.
"No!" I screamed, scrambling away from him. But he was faster. His hand clamped around my waist, dragging me back with terrifying ease.
The first lash landed across my back, the searing pain tearing a scream from my throat. The glass bit into my flesh, ripping through skin and leaving trails of blood in its wake. I writhed in agony, each movement sending fresh waves of pain through me.
"Didn't I warn you, doll? Didn't I?" he growled, his voice rising with each word.
I collapsed to the floor, my body wracked with sobs. My vision blurred as blood trickled down my temple from where I'd hit my head against the wall. He showed no mercy, delivering another strike that left me gasping for air.
"Ha... you're beautiful when you scream," he said, his grin widening into something monstrous.
He knelt beside me, yanking me up by my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I love it when you're scared," he whispered, his tone almost tender. "I love it when you beg."
"I love when you scream and call my name sex doll,I love you when you fear me....
With that said he tore my dress into pieces cupping my breast hashing.
"l want you sex doll,I need you won't you satisfy me? He smirked and draw closer to me taking my lips on his.
"Please don't..please..I..hate..this..I..feel..sore..."i breaker down in tears but he didn't bulge.
I pleaded but was rewarded with a heavy smack on my face he scooped me off the floor bridal style and threw me against the bed.
"No..don't..no ..I gathered my last voice and pleaded but he was adamant irrespective of my pleas,my blood stained the white sheets and quilts but he didn't give a fuck as he ravaged my body to my detriment.
"Call My name baby ...call it.." he smacked my butts and yelled.
No..no..I scremed from the excruciating pain from my back...
"Call me baby call me...
He said and penetrated into my pussy whist I cried out horribly.
"call me..scream...my..name..submit..to..me
His hands raised in a speed of lightening and landed directly on my face.I whimpered whispering luciano.
Say it louder baby. go. On..
He smirked increasing his speed
Luciano!!
Luciano!!!
Luciano!!!
dragaons
Day 3
i closed my fingers spinning softly on the chair and glaring at this annoying presence that sat before me.
"what did you think about it eagle..are we in...?I waited for a moment and replied raising my brows
"What's in it for me?"
He smiled clasping his hand together.
"A lot eagle."
"name them." I growled staring intensively at the gun at the table.
He shivered.studying my reactions for a moment and answered.
"At least there are women's, arms,drugs and more money...."
I clenched my lips and thoughts for a moment then finalized the contract with a "deal' and stretched my hand for a shake.
He took my hands and bowed in respect,
Be anticipating me in China Mr wan con.." i said cockily gracing his body with a gentle chuckle
"i'll be sure to wait for you boss."he said smiling in return. We sat up in unison.
"Dismiss Mr Wang and don't forget to tell jack about our discussion."i ordered and walked away into the open field called my garden.
Once I was out I heaved,bringing my face closer to the rays of sunshine penetrating through the flowers.
i fixed my eyes at the rose flowers and swiftly removed my gaze annoyed and staring silently at the open field deep in my ocean of thoughts.
I'd plan to visit emma but never come around about it ,she is my angel,my beloved as well as a torn to my flesh ,I won't tolerate even a splash in her bone. I love emma more than my life and wouldn't want anything to happen to her but recently she'd become a crybaby because of her friend I frowned in pure ecstasy...
If emma is unhappy then I will be unhappy I fisted a ball hitting directly at the flowers muttering 'fuck'
I think I should cut off the root of the problems,her friend ash..if she is gone then will emma be happy again? I yanked off a bud and asked.
But I have rules in this game ,we don't abduct underage girls what should I do with her..?
i swallowed a lump gazing furiously at nothing.