Megan’s POV
“I felt nothing. So, don’t think too highly of me,” I said as I looked around the corner.
He laughed loudly. “You’re lying. How is it possible to not feel anything yet your lips are making moans? I’m not stupid, but you’re right. I think highly, and I’m sure you’ll like me.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. I hate you. You forced me in here and harassed me. I’ve told you many times that I’m not one of those women. They do work as prostitutes, but don’t,” I replied in a lofty tone of voice.
“If you’re not one of them, then why did you end up here?” he asked as he got up and took something out of his desk drawer.
He took out a box of condoms. Then he unwrapped one and put it on.
“I’m going to use a condom so we both benefit,” he said.
“You’re the lucky one while I lose. If you’re such a nice guy, you should have let me go and not kept me here,” I said, trying to change his mind.
“Stop trying so hard to change my stance. What I want to do, I will do. Now it’s time for us to play. The night is getting late and I have to work tomorrow morning,” he retorted as he opened my legs wider.
“Don’t do this or you’ll regret it,” I yelled.
He just laughed and kept fucking me. That night, he fucked me several times until the box of condoms ran out and he filled the trash can with tissues and used condoms.
I begged him many times, but he didn’t budge. His lips were smiling wide as his eyes gazed at me as if I was a main course not to be missed.
The stuffy and hot room witnessed him fucking me many times in one night. The sound of his moans echoed throughout the small room. His sweat fell on my body and his lips forcefully kissed my lips. Although I felt disgusted, there was nothing I could do.
I could only surrender and wait until the right moment to escape from that place. At least the bag remained with me.
As if his energy never ran out and fatigue didn’t get the better of him, he kept moving on top of me until the bed creaked as he moved more actively. I wanted to push his body or hit his head with something until he lost consciousness, but there was nothing around me. And suddenly my courage shrank. I was afraid that I was the victim and not him.
The night seemed longer than usual. I continued to lie on my back while he went back and forth, replacing the old condom with a new one, then drinking, and then going back to fuck me. It felt like my pussy was getting numb and I could barely feel anything anymore and I didn’t want to beg him for anything.
Moments later, my vision darkened, and I seemed to be pulled into a bottomless darkness. But it felt so good and warm that I let myself go deeper into the darkness.
The next morning, my eyes opened as a reflection of light from the bedroom window hit my eyes. I felt a thick blanket covering my body and, miraculously; I wasn’t naked. That means I had passed out or fallen asleep last night and that man had dressed me and covered me with the blanket. No wonder it felt warm and so peaceful.
I could hear the sounds of birds and cooking utensils clashing in my ears, making me curious and demanding me to find out. However, my body still felt tired, and I thought I should lie down for a while to recover until my strength returned.
However, an unexpected thing happened. That man suddenly walked into the room carrying a tray. It looked like he was carrying food because the smell of the food tantalized my nose.
When I heard him open the door and enter the room, I immediately closed my eyes and pretended like I was still sleeping. From the sounds I heard, it seemed he put the tray on the table, and then I heard him turn on the vacuum cleaner and clean the entire room.
Another unexpected thing happened. He knew I was awake and pretending. While tidying up the things in his room, he said, “I know you’re awake. Get up and eat your breakfast while it’s still warm. I’ve cleaned this room and I’ve also ordered all the new furniture for this room to make you feel comfortable.”
I hurriedly opened my eyes and got up. “I’ll feel comfortable if you let go of me and let me go from here.”
He threw the rag that had been in his hand onto the table, and then he turned around and looked sharply at me. “I can’t! I’ve done everything I can for you. Can’t you appreciate my efforts?”
His efforts? He’s strange. He had forced me into his room and abused me. Now he wanted me to appreciate his efforts because of the little favor he had done for me. The world was getting weirder.
“What efforts have you made for me?” I asked curiously and tried to make sure.
He groaned as he glared at me. “Think and answer your question. This afternoon, all the furniture in this room will be replaced, so you’d better wait in the bar until it’s done.”
Then he opened the door and was about to walk out. I hurried to hold him back. “Wait. Don’t I have to work for that middle-aged woman tonight?”
“No need. You can just wait in this room. Wait for me to come. You don’t need to go inside that warehouse,” he replied, then walked away, leaving me alone with many questions.
I hurriedly stood up and looked into the tray. My eyes widened, and I hoped this wasn’t a dream. He had prepared two boiled eggs, a piece of whole wheat bread, some smoked beefs, lettuce, tomato, cheese jam, chili sauce, milk, and a small bowl of apples and grapes.
It turned out that the sound of clanging cooking utensils was him preparing all this food. Not wanting to delay any longer, I immediately sat on a chair and ate all the food.
As I was chewing, I noticed a box on the sofa. I stood up and looked inside the box. It contained several bags of potato chips, chocolates, and candies. They were my favorite snacks.
However, the question was why would he prepare all this for me? What were his true intentions? Was he just going to make me his sex slave? But the woman granted all her requests. He must not be an ordinary person in this place.
I sat back down on the dining table chair as I stuffed the apple pieces into my mouth. That’s when the clear liquid soaked my face. I put the fork I was holding onto the plate. My chest felt tight.
Was everything I was experiencing karma for all my evil deeds? What was my next fate? Should I turn myself into the police and apologize to everyone I had hurt?