His Slave II

Lisa sat on the bed, tears streaking down her face. Her cheek throbbed from the sting of the slap Ria had given her.

Pain. Sadness. Helplessness. They weighed heavily in her chest until she could barely breathe. She hated herself for not being able to fight back, for being so weak. Where is the Lisa I used to be? she thought bitterly. The girl she once was had died the moment her mother’s blood spilled before her eyes.

The door burst open.

Alfred.

The sight of him sent a violent shiver racing down her spine. Fear gripped her instantly, locking her in place.

He stood by the door, silent, staring at her. His face betrayed nothing, no sympathy, no emotion, only the blazing abyss of hatred. His eyes burned with it.

Without a word, he locked the door behind him and stepped fully inside. His calmness wasn’t comforting, it was lethal. The air itself seemed heavier with his presence.

He had stormed out of the board meeting the moment he got the call. The very thought of her trying to escape burned through his veins like fire. He had abandoned important business because of her and for that, she would suffer.

He dragged a chair close to the bed and sat, his cold gaze never leaving her.

“Anytime I walk into this room,” Alfred began, his voice dangerously calm, “you will stand. You will kneel before me. And you will address me as your master.”

Lisa’s stomach knotted, but she forced a small nod. His words carved into her heart like knives.

Those were the exact instructions Mr. Cranston had once given Alfred, the day he was taken as a slave. Now, Alfred would repay every scar, every humiliation, through her.

“So… you were planning on escaping?” His voice dropped lower, icy, carrying the weight of authority that demanded fear.

Lisa’s throat tightened. Terror gripped her, but she fought to hide it.

“I hate silence,” Alfred snapped suddenly, slamming his fist onto the armrest. “When I speak, you answer.”

Lisa bit her inner lip, her tears threatening to betray her.

“You were planning on escaping, weren’t you?” he pressed again.

“Yes… I—” She faltered, words breaking off.

Alfred rose slowly, his chair screeching against the floor. Lisa panicked, leaping to her feet. She stumbled backward, her heart racing, but every step she took, Alfred matched with two. His strides were deliberate, predatory.

Her back hit the wall. No more room to run.

Her tears spilled freely now, her body trembling violently. Fear consumed her.

Alfred sneered as he reached her, leaning in close. His hand shot forward, roughly clutching her breast. He pinched and squeezed her nipple hard, drawing a sharp scream from her lips. Pain exploded through her body.

His lips twisted into a cruel smile, a smile of hatred, of triumph. Her pain was his victory. This is only the beginning, Lisa, he thought darkly, his grin stretching wider. He pulled his hand away at last, stepping back slightly.

“The day I tried to escape from your father…” Alfred began, his voice low, seething with venom. His back turned toward her as his words sliced into the room. “Do you know what he did to me? He stripped me naked. Made them laugh at me. Then he tied me to a pole… and whipped me. With a burning-hot cane. Over and over.”

Lisa blinked rapidly, her mind spinning. Her father? The words rattled her. She tried to piece together his meaning but the fear made it impossible.

“This time,” Alfred continued, voice laced with venom, “I’ll do something different.”

He spun back toward her, eyes blazing. “Strip.”

One word. One command. His voice carried the force of sovereignty. Lisa stared back at him with all the hatred she could summon. His gaze matched hers, but his wasn’t mere hatred. It was loathing, pure and corrosive.

“I said strip! Didn’t I?” he barked, seizing her wrist and twisting it mercilessly.

“Sir… you’re hurting me!” Lisa cried, her voice cracking with agony.

Alfred’s grip tightened. His voice thundered. “I would prefer you call me master. I own you. You’re my slave. My property.”

His palm crashed against her chest, striking her breast so hard she let out a piercing cry. Pain ripped through her body, stealing her breath.

“I hate silence!” Alfred’s hand cracked across her cheek, the sound echoing like a whip.

“Yes… master,” Lisa sobbed, her voice trembling, the words breaking as another slap split across her face.

“What did I do to deserve this? What crime have I committed?” she cried out, her voice raw. “Why are you punishing me?”

Alfred’s laugh was hollow, bitter. “You’re your father’s daughter. This is his sin… and you will pay for it.”

Her stomach dropped, a cold dread twisting inside her. My father’s sin? What did he do?

“Lisa,” Alfred’s voice thundered, “I won’t repeat myself again. STRIP!” His fury burned through the room, suffocating.

She trembled, frozen, eyes wide with terror. Another blow seared across her face, forcing fresh tears down her cheeks.

“I see your stubbornness,” he hissed, his eyes glinting with malice. “And I love breaking stubborn pets.”

His hand clamped around her throat, iron-tight. Lisa clawed desperately at his fingers, gasping as her vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges. Her lungs screamed for air.

“Strip. Now!” He released her, and she crumpled, sobbing.

Slowly, painfully, she obeyed, slipping out of her clothes, her body shaking. Hatred filled her gaze, but she stripped anyway.

This isn’t how I was meant to lose my virginity, she thought, tears blinding her. Not to this cruel man. Not like this. But maybe this is my fate. Maybe I have no choice.

“Lie on the bed. Face the wall.”

Her throat tightened. She swallowed hard and obeyed, her body trembling as she pressed her face to the wall.

She heard him undress. Her heart raced. Each second felt like a lifetime.

Then she felt him behind her. Something hard pressed at her entrance.

“No…” she whispered, shutting her eyes tight. Pain ripped through her as he forced himself inside her tightness. Her eyes flew open in shock, her jaw clenching until it went numb.

He drove into her with one merciless thrust. She cried out, the sound raw and filled with agony.

He gave her no pause, no mercy. His thrusts came fierce and unrelenting. She buried her face into the bed, screaming into the sheets as his hands gripped her hips like iron.

Every plunge pressed her deeper into the mattress. Her body convulsed beneath his weight, but there was no escape. Only her sobs echoed in the room, his lips gave not even a grunt.

He took her like an animal, over and over, until finally, he pulled away. He zipped up, cold and unbothered, and walked out.

The door slammed behind him with a violent bang.

Lisa lay motionless, shattered. Her body felt hollow, lifeless, as if every part of her had been stripped away. Tears streamed silently down her face, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Her home…ambushed.

Her mother…murdered.

Her body…stolen.

Her soul… broken.

She had never imagined losing her innocence this way. The thought cut through her chest like knives, leaving nothing but raw, bleeding emptiness.

Father… what did you do? Why must I suffer for your sins?

Her hands trembled as she pushed herself upright. That was when she noticed the phone buzzing beside her. Alfred’s phone. He had left it behind.

The caller ID flashed: Andrew. The call ended before she could move, but her eyes lingered on the screen.

“September 6th,” she whispered, a bitter laugh slipping out, hollow and cold.

Her twenty-first birthday.

Her mother had promised her the most precious gift on this day. And now… this was her gift.

Her gaze dropped to the blood staining the sheets. The sight stabbed her heart so deeply it felt as if it might shatter into dust.

“Happy birthday to me,” she muttered, dropping the phone back onto the bed with trembling fingers.

She tried to stand, but her legs gave way instantly. Pain seared through her body, burning between her thighs. She staggered, weak, collapsing into herself, until a pair of hands caught her.

Through blurred vision, she tilted her head up. The face above her was hazy, but the eyes…

They were her mother’s eyes.

“Mommy…” she whispered faintly, before the darkness consumed her.

TBC