A word of caution before you read this book: there are a number of upsetting and sensitive scenes that may not be appropriate for all readers. Sexual assault by coercion. Take caution. If you find this to be upsetting, I would ask that you not read any further into this book.
***Jennifer pov***
"Mother!" I took a few steps back while yelling and screaming.
"Jennifer. I'm sorry, but I had to sell you to him, and now you have no choice but to follow him." My mother stated it in a straightforward manner with a chilly tone as if it were something that was familiar to her. What in the name of God took place on planet Earth? How a mother could sell her daughter for a few bucks in order to make some quick cash.
I shook my head in disagreement. That is incomprehensible to me! "Mother, Please!"
The master stomped towards me and pulled me to him, "come with me now. I don't have a lot of spare time to fritter away." He was so angry that he clenched his teeth together. In spite of the handsome and angelic face that God bestowed upon him, he had terrifying blue eyes that reminded me of demons, and his grave and stern tone caused my heart to flutter out of fear. It felt as though he was going to break my bones with the rough and difficult hold that he had on my wrist.
I worked hard to free myself from his hold on me "please let me go. You won't be able to buy me. I'm not a thing you can look at. I'm a human being, for the love of God." I nagged. However, he pretended to be deaf and paid no attention to a single word that I said.
He mocked with a callous grin on his face. "Your mother received five hundred dollars from me as a monthly payment. So, yes. You are an item that can be bought and sold. And I paid for you. Now, please stop being a nuisance to me and stopping wasting my time. Or you will be the one who looks back on it in the future with regret. You have some work to do before you meet your owner, so get ready."
I made an attempt to flee, but I was aware that there was nowhere for me to go. As a maid, I was assisting my mother while she worked in this mansion, which is owned by the man who is the master of the house. The issue is that at the time, I had just turned eighteen years old. I am completely broke. I do not have anyone. I was raised without a father to watch over me. My mother was a materialist, and the only thing that mattered to her was money.
I was the only child that she had! How is it that she could do this to me for only five hundred dollars? Am I really this cheap?!
"What do you mean when you say you are going to prepare me? What do you mean, I'll be a maid for someone else?! I don't get it!" I inquired of him out of natural curiosity and a desire to learn something that might help me feel less anxious. I experienced fear, panic, and a sense that I was in danger.
He began to hysterically laugh, and then he grimaced, looking me in the eye with an angry expression "to hell with you! You have been bought by someone with the intention of fucking you. So, come with me now so that I can get you ready first. He is currently seated in his limo and waiting outside." Despite the fact that he was dragging me, the tears were falling heavily down my cheeks, and I was looking at my mother, pleading with her to either stop him or say something. But she didn't give a shit. I just heard her yell at me, "Follow the master's instructions, Jennifer. Obey him. One month isn't that long!"
I stumbled while struggling to stop him, "please, no... I'm so young. Please." I begged him while I was on my knees and kissed his feet. But he pushed me by his shoes and stared me down with brazen eyes "Now that I'm pissed off, I'm not going to fuck you. You are doomed to follow him and endure hardship." He grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me away from the mansion.
I was bawling my eyes out while simultaneously losing the ability to articulate a single thought, as if I had become a person incapable of speech. Until we arrived at a limo, at which point he opened the door for me and shoved my body into the vehicle so that I could get inside. Everything started to look bleak for me the moment I laid my eyes on the elderly man who was riding in the limo. I blacked out as a result of the additional shock...............
A few hours later, when I finally do wake up, I am lying in bed completely naked... My hands were bound to the checkerboard, the older man was unclothed, and his dick was as tough as an iron rod.
I screamed, asking for help. However, no one came forward to help me. Because I don't understand why anyone would treat me the same way. I amounted to nothing. I was nothing to the world; I was just a poor girl whose callous mother had sold me for a month of servitude.
I attempted to push the man away from the bed using my legs, but I ended up hitting him in the chest in the process.
He let out an angry roar and smacked me across the face repeatedly until I was unable to muster the strength to continue fighting him or crying. "I'm going to fuck you right now. I am the one who owns you. You are my slave. I will take your virginity today, but in exchange, you must obey my every command. If you disobey me, your life will become a living hell." he said in a harsh manner with a tone of disapproval.
I acknowledged my fate with a nod and then completely gave in to it. He gave off the impression of being rough and wealthy, but what I went through that night was only the beginning of my worst nightmare. He yelled and called out a few names in rapid succession. Several men dressed in black suits burst into the room all of a sudden. Two of them moved my legs to the right, while the other four just stood there and watched from where they were sitting.
The older man reached for a bottle in his pocket and poured something greasy onto his dick; after that, he inserted his dick into me... But... it wasn't down there in my privates. My a$$ got fucked by him. I writhed and screamed beneath him, pleading with him to end the agony that was building up inside of me.
However, he did not pay attention to a single word that I said. Watching his grotesque face laugh as he pushed more and more of himself further and further inside of me was mentally and emotionally torturing me to death. In this dreadful world, I can no longer put any faith in anything or anyone.
"Now that I am your master, you will serve me as my slave. I'm Mr. Juan, bitch. I will fuck you at least once in each and every hour." He was threatening me while he kept his dick slamming into and stretching out my butt hole.
The guys around me were drooling over my petite body and I could feel their salivating. I couldn't understand why a guy would be interested in a girl like me who didn't have any tits. I was so young, and I was very thin. It's possible that he is the same age as my grandfather, that he is affected by me in some way, or that he has sensual feelings toward me. How could he possibly take pleasure in raping me? That is absolutely reprehensible.
But I suppose the sound of my screams gave him a headache. It was for this reason that he removed his dick from my hole. I was under the impression that he would finally get rid of me and walk away, but that wasn't the case. He went to the nightstand, opened the drawer, grabbed something that looked like a waist belt, and began beating me all over, leaving marks all over my body. He walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Then he motioned for the men to lick my nipples as he continued his performance.
He fucked me again for an excessively long period of time, and then he pulled his dick and came to my mouth, where he threatened me by saying, "open your fucking mouth, or I will kill you."
I submitted to his authority in complete silence, and I refrained from pleading with him to end the agony of the torture. He jammed all of his huge dick into my mouth and continued to push deeper until I was unable to breathe. I was suffocating, but he treated me like I was a toy and didn't care. He didn't give a damn about whether or not I passed away. And at that precise moment, the only image that popped into my head was that of my Master's face. I detested him for having sold me. I detested him for subjecting me to such excruciating sexual abuse at the hands of an older man. I swore that "someday, I will get even with Mr. Javier Esteban," and I intend to keep that promise.
But... The suffering did not end suddenly or any time soon. It wasn't only for the duration of one day. My cheeks were smacked by the elderly man, and with a firm voice, he ordered me to "swallow all of my cum now, or I will beat you up until you die."
I didn't have a choice; his dick was wedged deep inside my mouth, almost to the back of my throat. In spite of my protests, he shoved all of his thick, white snot into my mouth. At long last, he got to his feet and scratched his chin "good girl. Now is the time to get some rest, because tomorrow we are going to do something fun together."
He didn't even untie my hands. Just like that, he left me naked, in pain, crying with a dry throat, and feeling sore all over. I sobbed so hard that I lost some of my peripheral vision. Because I was so exhausted, I dozed off...
"Jenny! It's time to get up." As soon as I was able to open them, I saw my roommate Helen shaking my entire body. I immediately jumped out of bed and covered my ears. "What is it, Helen?"
She widened her eyes and grabbed a towel before wiping the sweat off of my body with a curious tone of voice. "the same nightmare again?" she asked.
I gave a slight nod, fighting the urge to laugh out loud as I struggled to find the strength to say "yes."
She was very kind and rubbed my back gently "Jenny, make an effort to forget about the past. The past as it was in the here and now. You are stunning, and I'm impressed by what you do for a living. You still have a lot of life ahead of you, so just enjoy it." She spoke to me in a gentle manner intended to comfort me.
I am aware that this occurred in the past. But it's not something that's going to be easy for me to forget! After one month, the older man still wouldn't let me leave. Because the fucking master Javier Esteban sold me to a fucking mafia boss who is a sadist, he was not successful in getting me back. That went on for three years before the man was finally put to death. Torture every day for a period of three years. How was it possible for me to forget about it? There is no psychiatrist who could help me; all I need to do is kill Javier and I will feel like a brand new person again.
"I am unable to; as you well know, I will not normally continue to live now. It is necessary for me to get my revenge first." I stood up and focused my attention on the moon as it appeared in the window.
She moved in for a closer embrace and wrapped her arms around me from the waist up, indicating that she loved me. I am aware of that. But in the role of a sister. She was a big help for me. She ended up being my savior. She made the generous offer to let me stay in her apartment. She was a big help in finding an excellent position for me as an assistant in a local clinic. She was the only person in the world that I could put all of my faith in and she was everything to me. She has my complete confidence.
"I beg of you, Jenny. Don't... He is an extremely powerful and wealthy man. He could easily put an end to your life with the snap of his finger." She cautioned me in a concerned manner.
I cocked my head to the side while maintaining an aggressive expression. "I will make him mine! I am putting together a strategy."
