CHAPTER TWO: Takeaway
BRIANNA’S POV
“You’re so pretty,” he said as he clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Of all the girls I have been with so far, you seem to be the prettiest.”
He turned my face from side to side as I shivered, studying it. With that look on his face, I knew where it was all heading, and it wasn’t good.
“My lord please, not again.” I begged, my eyes flooded with moisture that blurred my vision, my nose runny, and voice quivering.
He turned deaf to my pleas. Before I could beg some more, he jacked me up and balanced me on his right shoulder, spanking my bare butt as he marched to his bed. My head throbbed and I winced slightly as he landed me roughly on his bed.
"My lord, please stop.”
I wobbled back toward the headboard of the bed, supported by my elbow, shivering with fear. He has already stripped, his hard-on ready to defile me, dangling with each movement he made. The bed dipped as he mounted but I flinched back, curling myself like a scared kitten.
“Brianna,” he pronounced. "Let's get on with this, don't stress me this morning.” His thin flap of lips folded in annoyance.
Seeing how persistent I was, he rushed and grabbed my ankles, dragging me forward to him. I screamed and tried beating him off.
“Try that again and I’ll be more than glad to chop off those hands and feed it to those rogues in the dungeon.”
I swallowed hard and he smirked, seeing how calm I’d become.
“Good girl,” he said, still smirking. "Relax and you’ll enjoy it like I always do.”
He jerked my knees and spread my thighs, throwing momentary glances to see my reaction. If I persisted, he would frown and cast that devilish look on his face and I would have no other choice than to give in.
He jerked his hard-on before nestling in between my thighs. He slid in, moaning obscenities as he did. His thrusts were extremely wild and rapid as I gritted my teeth, groaning in agony. He lowered occasionally to fondle my boobs and bombard me with aggressive kisses and slaps if I didn't return the kisses. I wished I could do something, but I felt so powerless.
At some point, I was drained and motionless and couldn't resist anymore. I shut my ears from his loud gasps and shifted my gaze from his almost closed eyes, resting my face on the side of the bed.
"Don't worry Brianna, this will be your last.” A smirky voice echoed in my head and drops of stream escaped my eyes as I closed them peacefully, believing I might just be dead when he was done.
My heavy eyes fluttered open, a bit surprised I was still alive. Everywhere looked like it was spinning before me. I clutched my head and it took some time before I regained a clear vision.
Bits and fragments of everything that happened replayed in my brain as I sighted Hermes. He was standing by the doorway in his light-coloured loose robe. From the looks of it, he was giving the guards orders.
I sat up at the edge of the bed and took some time to scrutinize my body. I was still naked and parts of my thighs and chest were plastered with pink. It was the beginning of summer and the weather was bearably warm otherwise, I would have frozen to death in this state.
Before I could stand, he pulled the ajar door wide open and the guards marched in. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around me, covering my dignity. I rather spend the whole day locked up in a basement than be naked amid those guards again.
They seized my arms, the duvet falling off and draping onto the floor. How stupid of me not to have knotted it earlier. I hated myself for standing naked among three men and it was all his fault. The guards were like programmed robots, just clutching my arms, and standing still with expressionless faces. They dared not find desire in my rawness or else Hermes would pluck out their eyeballs like he always said. And I know he would do it without hesitating because he was brutal and crazy.
“What is this my lord?” I asked, my chin lowered to my bare chest.
I heard the slurping of his slippers as he walked to me. He tucked my strands behind my ears and cradled my cheeks with his palms, making me face him as though I was his child. His sandy-coloured pupils smouldered with everything I hated in a person.
“You have done nothing wrong, Brianna,” he said. "You’re so beautiful,” he released his palms from my cheeks, and my face slacked to its initial downward position. His fingers travelled down to my puffs and gave my nipples a pinch. I recoiled in response but the guards held me still.
"I guess I have grown tired of you,” he said after much focus on me, but mostly on my puffs. "I need to go out there and find another one prettier than you.”
He kept calm afterwards, expecting to hear my voice but was disappointed. I was too weak and broken to talk and even if I did, it’ll eventually fall on deaf ears. The man standing before me was a wild, eccentric boar. If only I had known before I followed him, I wouldn’t have been facing all his ill treatments but he was the Alpha king of our pack and I thought he would make me his Luna.
“Guards! Take her away,” he commanded with a fling of an arm.
"My lord please don't do this!” I screamed. "Where are you taking me?”
I tried persisting but they were too strong, dragging me along like I was some weightless rag doll.
"You’ll find out soon enough,” he smirked a sly. “Your beauty will earn me tons of money.”
The guards hauled me to the door and my heart raced in my chest, trying to make meaning of what he just said to me.