WOMAN

"You just have to answer with a yes or no. Are you a v*in?!" He asked and I squinted my eyes tightly in tears.

I replied... "Yes my Lord." In a very shaky tone that depicts fear.

The dark lord kept his silence for a moment, it was siren and predicting, I knew not what the silence was for but I could guess what follows next.

He dropped the belt in his hands and soon he breaks the silence.

"Spread your legs." He ordered.

"Heavens no! the moment is right here, the time when I get to say goodbye to my v*rginity. Father said it was my pride, something I need to protect for my future husband, he said there will be predators who will want to snatch it from me and break me afterward, he had warned never to give in to such.

I guess this is what he meant.

Eyes closed, I spread my legs wide apart, I knew there's no point in fighting this.

I tried not to blink nor quiver as he gripped my thighs, his eyes gazed in my directions but I looked away waiting for him to take whatever he wants.

"I will be done before you know it." I heard him say as if it was going to make it any better or maybe it did. As he snakes his hands through my body, my nervous twitch gave it away and he stopped. It couldn't be helped.

"Just stay still." He said in a commanding tone and I tried very much to keep my calm. He stared into my eyes for some moment, since I have known him he has never had any emotions on his face but for that seconds he gazed at me I could sense regrets...

He was hyper-focused on his next move, he raised my left leg and rubbed on my Honeypot with his manhood that seems so huge.

A smile ghosted my features because the feeling was sweet, he kept on it that I nearly prayed he inserts himself into me already.

Forgetting all the troubles I went through before now, I couldn't help but feign ignorance to his wicked behavior as I embraced each of his deeds on my private part.

Although I didn't want to show it, I never want him to know he was doing a good job down there but the moment I felt his fingers on my p***y a muffled moan emitted from my throat.

He smirked! I knew he did as if he won a lottery.

"You should be a naughty girl to your master, just tell me you want me in, beg me to penetrate in." He whispered into my ears, it was intense... As he continues rubbing my p***y I was left in ecstasy. Nothing matters, nothing existed...

Eyes closed and I couldn't help but succumb to his wishes.

"Go in my Lord," I said shamefully.

"Call me your master."

"Master... master Nazarack," I said, my tone hoarse.

"How much do you want me in?"

I hesitated when I heard him ask, but then I couldn't help but speak.

"A lot, I want to feel you inside me."

"Good!" That was the last thing he said.

The pain began plummeting, he wasn't rubbing or touching, his body taut with tension, he yanked me towards him and slowly he inserts himself into me.

My head felt a huge bump, it was more like a horse was stomping on it, my body wet with sweat and my inner place emanating a roll of heat.

"Don't fight it." He gruntled at his dissatisfaction and continues, a vigorous nudge at the top of his c**k, I felt it and it was whimpering. He jabbed into me swift with no sympathy or care for the pain. So intense I gasped for breath, that part of me pulsate in heavy rhythm as if being torn apart by a blade.

My eyes contrasted as he buried himself deep inside him, I lost control of my body, I lost track of time, it was excruciating that I had hoped at that moment he would stop.

It was my first, I never knew how it felt and the weight of his heavy thrusting in me made it more painful.

I wanted to shout, call for help but then I remembered the old woman's words, I shouldn't resist him maybe it will make it more quickly.

"Hold on for me." He said whilst looking into my eyes, his visage was dark like it used to, but this time it was also pleading like he needed saving. Soon, he buried his head deep into my neck, I felt his heavy breath fanning my neck as he jabbed me continuously.

"Uhnn." My moans were choking, tears flowed from my eyes to my neck but the Lord cared not, his hands found my two plumpy b***t instead as he squeezed on them hard that it made the pain unbearable.

"My Lord..." I gathered all the strength in me to call him but it got me nowhere. Every part of me was screaming in pain, hoping to get a savior but none came. My mind blanks with nothing but terror and pain and it occurs to me that this feeling is familiar and terrorizing as well.

As if I had experienced this before.

Was it the dream I had about him? I thought but I couldn't patch anything together. The pain had blended into sweetening sensations. He continues throbbing into me to the hilt, his moans were guttural at each interval.

"Stay still." He said once again, his voice was getting deeper as if he's unleashing more of his demons.

At this moment I cried! I couldn't help it, my screams were ears piercing. it had echoed the room. I needed support, his sweat and mine mixed and our body collided aggressively.

This time my hands were the ones snaking through his body, I grabbed onto his broad chest as he pummel into me, it wasn't stopping, he wasn't going to stop. I thought but when he reduced his pace my I felt relieved a little. He looked deep into my ears and called...

"Adia... Adia!" Unexpectedly he called, I creased the corner of my eyes in curiosity.

"Adia." He called again and wiped my tears off, that was soothing, appeasing.

I felt his chest on mine and could notice how fast his heart was beating...."Adia." He called again and this time he pulled out of me as he plopped down on me.

"Am only letting you go tonight because it's your first!" He stated and my heart thuds which I found strange.

"Yes my Lord," I replied with shallow breaths.

"Pass the night here with me, don't leave this bed without my permission." He instructed and for a minute I hesitated to reply to him.

"Do you hear me?"

"Yes my Lord," I replied.

my gaze followed him around, he laid on the bed and pulled me so close to him. Within minutes, the Lord was sleeping in my arms...

But, then I can't help to keep thinking how this felt so familiar as if it had happened to me before.

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THE MINEFIELD

Mr. Quinn Stonebridge is the only powerful one in here, he is a man in his late 30s who's so drunkenly in love with money, a corrupt man that will do anything just to fill his pockets each day. He's lost a tooth in the middle and his fat features always make him appear as a loser to others. Bald, light-skinned, and a very simple-minded fellow that has no sense of loyalty.

People know him to be one of Lord Nazarack Dillion's men but that's only when he resumes his work at the minefield. Outside his working place, he's just an ordinary man who wishes for nothing but the Lord's downfall.

He never hides it but he dare not tell to the Lord directly that he has a hate spot for him because he knows right at that moment he would lose his head.

Inside his small office, he sips on more alcohol as he counts on every penny which was on his table. In a distance, sounds and chattering of workers could be heard too and it just shows how far away from his office was from the minefield.

All he does is check in new slaves that are being brought each day, calculate the expenses and the profits as well as supervise the laborers when the need calls for it., the rest of the work goes to his assistant Declan, one of Lord Nazarack's loyalties.

Mr. Quinn heard a knock on his door and in an instant, he packed all his valuables into his desk, he trust no one, not even himself.

"Come in." He said with a snort. The door slowly slides open as Declan with some new slaves entered the room.

"What do we have here?" Quinn mumbled and sprinted off from his seat.

"These are the new slaves, they will be working here as laborers," Declan reported but Quinn's eyes already found something that caught his attention.

It was a young girl emotionally down and drained, she was with chains and shackles on her hands and legs. The guards who followed Declan in pushed her forward and it gave Quinn more chance to examine the beauty.

"I see... so Lord Nazarack didn't tell you to deliver any messages?"

"No, I believe he will visit here tomorrow morning."

"Ohh and I will be so pleased, I think these new laborers will be more useful than the last ones, especially this one here," He said referring to this girl, his eyes were all over her.

"Yes sir," Declan replied.

"Can I know what your name is?" Quinn asked but the girl gave none.

"Hey! I won't ask again, what is your name." He asked as his eyes looks threatening.

She trembled and opened her lips to speak...

"It's... my name is... VERONICA." She said with a voice that was so pleasing.

"Veronica..." Quinn and Declan both said.

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