Married with one child

She closes her eyes again and turns her head away from me.

I leave her lying there, open and in full view, and walk out of the room. I send Mery to clean her up.

I stop at the door.

"Remember, Revean , I will never hurt you, but don't expect mercy from me. That died with my mother."

I slam the door shut and run to my bedroom. My cock squeezes inside my pants. I need relief.

By the time I get into my room and close the door, my shirt is on the floor and my shoes are off.

I'm a neat freak, what's going on?

I remove my pants and boxers before I reach my luxurious marble bathroom and, standing naked in front of the double sink, wrap my hand around my cock, needing release.

I haven't done this since Revean arrived .

Why the fuck not?

I move my hand up and down the shaft and rub the sensitive tip with my thumb, smearing the cum head. Faster and faster, I pleasure myself, but when I look in the mirror, I don't see my face. All I see is Revean , his blue eyes staring back at me as I cum in my free hand.

This must end.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm myself.

There is only one thing for it.

I wash my hands, getting rid of the evidence of what I've just done, and before getting dressed again in clean clothes, I text Andrew .

"Change of plans. We're leaving for Los Angeles tonight. Pack for a few days."

REVEAN

The days and nights merge into one as I remain cooped up in the small room. I haven't seen Eliot since he left me handcuffed to the bed and, according to Mery , he's away on business. I personally believe he is hiding from the truth of what happened between us. I can still feel the pleasure between my thighs and hear the sincerity on my lips...and his.

Eliot is right. Physical contact is not as bad as I thought. Nothing that feels this good can be this bad for you. My thoughts turn to my mother. She must be really broken to sell her body for the drugs she craves. For the first time in my life, I cry for her. What my father did ruined so many lives. I hope Eliot kept his word and she is somewhere safe and getting help. I must remember to check on her when I get back.

A commotion at the door pulls me away from my reflection. Wiping my eyes, I prepare to greet my visitor. I hope it's Eliot, but it's most likely Mery. I am startled when the door opens and a man I don't recognize appears. His facial features are like Eliot's, but older and more weathered. With his graying hair and stern expression, he looks like he's had a hard life.

"Mr. Snow . Please, I must ask you to wait for Eliot to return home. He has requested that Revean receive no visitors except me." Mery appears through the door and tries to bar the man's entrance.

"Quiet, woman. I make the rules, not Eliot . Now get out of my way." The man, who I now realize is Eliot's father , grabs Mery by the arm and throws her out of the room. Mery falls to the floor, but quickly tries to get to her feet. "Stay on the floor or I'll make you." Mr. Snow raises his hand towards Mery .

"It's okay, Mery." I step forward not wanting to see her hurt.

I made her suffer enough when I hit her with the vase.

"Sensitive girl." Mr. Snow winks at me.

It sends shivers down my spine. Eliot is trying to be a monster, but I realize that this man in front of me is truly evil, and I've only known him for less than a minute.

"I'll call Eliot right away." Mery nods to me.

I respond with my own nod. Mery disappears and I try to stand tall and firm in front of the imposing man.

"Turn around in a circle," he orders me. "I want to inspect you.

Your father killed his wife. Remember that.

Be polite and do as you're told.

I am not tempted to disobey this man as I am Eliot . Somehow, I know Eliot would never really hurt me. But I can feel the anger and disgust radiating from his father.

I do as he commands and slowly turn in a circle. I feel his eyes on me the whole time. I'm glad I chose leggings and a baggy T-shirt today, instead of one of my short-skirted outfits. When I look back at him, I see hunger in his eyes. He disgusts me.

"At least my former business partner was able to do something right. He will produce handsome children to carry on my legacy."

I don't even know how to respond to that statement. It never occurred to me that Eliot might want to have children with me. I thought I was just here to be a slave to whatever whim he favored at any given moment. The whole point of this fucked up life I've been thrust into is so Eliot can get his revenge.

"That silenced you, didn't it? You're just here to reproduce." Eliot's father laughs at me. He is harsh and malevolent . "My son should have married you by now, but he has always disappointed me. I blame your father for that. Killing my wife changed my son forever. It turned him into a cold-blooded killer when he needs him for business, but when it comes to doing right by the family, he's gone soft."

Married!

What a piece of shit!

Cold-blooded killer.

My legs falter and I reach out a hand toward the bedpost to steady myself.

"Eliot hasn't told you any of this, has he?". Again the sadistic laugh. "No wonder he tried to keep me away. I guess he has to train you to be respectable first. You're probably used to spreading your legs for any man who offers you a little money, just like your mother. Why else would you agree to escort a stranger as easily as you did?"

"That's enough!" I shout at her. The anger inside me turns into a destructive fire of words. "I am nothing like my mother, and I will not be spoken to like that. I will not marry your son. I will not spread my legs for him or anyone else. I understand that you want revenge, but you will not disrespect me. Please leave. I turn my back to him, indicating that he may leave.

Big mistake.

He storms across the room and spins me around so I'm facing him. He squeezes my jaw with his thick fingers and pulls me close to him. His face is marked by severe lines of anger and his pupils glow dark and foreboding.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again, child. You have no idea who I am and what I'm capable of. Your father ruined my life. For the last eighteen years, I've been waiting for this moment. I will have my revenge, and you will be destroyed in the end."

His face is now inches from mine. His breath smells of stale tobacco. It is mixed with a hint of woody bourbon. It makes it all the more dangerous because I don't know how much alcohol he has consumed. His fingers dig into my jaw and I know they will leave marks.

"You will marry my son and spread your legs for him," he continues. "I'll make sure of it." Saliva coats my face as he speaks. "Even if I have to hold you down while he does it. It's the only way to get back what your father took from me."