Chapter 53: .•21.1•.

Her heart pumped so fast now. To say that she was scared would be an understatement. She was terrified out of her mind. Shaking with fear. Of the pain. Of what could possibly happen.

But there was also a part of her, small and wicked as it was that actually wanted this. And that terrified her even more. She was yearning for this. For his touch.

Her stomach fluttered with excitement the very moment that he let his gaze trail over her body. Slowly going upwards like a sensual caress before finally settling on her eyes. He was so tall. Even sitting on that tiny stool he could reach her neck level so easily. And she wasn't exactly petite either. She was reasonably tall for a girl.

Her body jolted with surprise as soon as he placed those large and tattooed hands on the outside of her thighs, going upwards into a slow and gentle caress. Her hands balled into tight fists at her sides again, forcing herself not to move. She had to go through with this. For her sake. Her own sanity. She had made up her mind and there was no going back from this. No matter how much it scared her.

He reached the hem of her silky shorts and she remained still as she stared between those dark eyes of his. Uncertainty tugging at her. Nervousness. And even a secret hint of curiosity. He looked so scary with that skeletal mask painted on. Like a ghost that had come to haunt her. A monster from romantic fairytales. But the memory of what he'd done to her in that room, the way that he'd made her feel kept returning to her. Offering her visuals and sensations. Her panties and shorts were still a little damp with her release.

Her eyes widened a little as soon as he hooked his fingers into her waistband, pulling her shorts down her legs. Leaving her to stand in those lacy and very tiny panties. She shivered, feeling her nipples harden against her silky camisole as he looked at her again. Gaze tracing over her almost bare figure.

"Turn around," Her brows furrowed a little at the sound of that. Staring at his cold and determined expression with a little bit of surprise. She did it nonetheless. Slowly turning around in between his arms and legs like a good and obedient student.

"Now bend over the piano," the command went through her like a firing bullet. Making her suddenly feel more nervous and scared than ever. He was...going to take her like that? As if she were an object he could simply use and discard?

"You said that you wanted to be over with this," she heard him say from behind her back, his firm and emotionless tone making goosebumps raise on her body.

"I do," she swallowed, letting that stray tear fall down her cheek.

"Then do as I say," he impatiently commanded once again.

Her chin wobbled. She wanted to cry now so badly. To beg for him not to do it. She wanted to admit that she felt so incredibly scared and that she didn't want to.

Her legs shook. Her whole body trembled. And her heart pounded so fast now. But she steeled herself in. Drawing in a shaky and encouraging breath before she slowly bent over that piano, offering him a full and clear view of her butt.

Gods. She felt so vulnerable and ashamed now. And so incredibly exposed. She could only pray that it will be fast. And as painless as possible. She could try and forget once it was over. Erase this night from her mind completely. She couldn't see what he was doing anyway. What he was about to do to her. She wouldn't be able to see him entering her. So she could at least try and imagine something else. Take her mind away from it.

She breathed so fast and hard, her cheek resting against the cool and smooth surface of the piano. Hands balled into tight fists either side of her head.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it, she chanted into her head like a mantra. Letting out a tiny little whimper as soon as she felt those fingers trail over her back. Caressing her with the utmost gentleness.

Her eyelids screwed shut. Imagining herself at home, in her own bed. Safe and nicely tucked underneath her blankets. Away from all of this. From the monster standing behind her.

It's not real. This is not happening. You are just having a nightmare, she kept on repeating to herself. Struggling so hard not to think about it. About what was to come.

Slap!

Her eyelids snapped open, unable to contain that pained mewl.

Slap!

The stinging pain registered once again, making her squeal.

What was he- her eyes suddenly widened at the sound of his delighted laughter.

"How desperate do you think that I am?" He asked from right behind her, mirth still tangible in his tone. Her lips parted open with surprise.

"You thought that just because you made up your mind and decided to offer yourself to me in exchange for your freedom I will jump at the occasion like some horny animal?"

She blinked. Her cheeks heating up so furiously. Even hotter than her stinging ass-cheeks.

"That's not how it works, Diana," he tsked.

"Need I remind you that you are in no position to make any bargains or demands from me?"

"I will fuck you whenever I decide to. You don't get to decide that for me," he suddenly said, his tone once again becoming firm and grave. Her stomach plummeted at the sound of that.

"Now turn back around and sit on this piano like the good girl you are. I'm thirsty," he bluntly ordered, making her blink once again.

What? He was going to take blood from her now? So soon?

"You did say that you will do anything after all, didn't you?"

She stiffened. Her throat bobbed, body filling with nothing but pure fear and apprehension. She did as told though and stood up straight, slowly turning back around before taking a seat on his piano.

"Good girl. Now sit still and let me enjoy this. You've toyed enough with my nerves today,"